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ulysses 
 
by james joyce 
 
 
 
 
 i 
 
stately plump buck mulligan came from the stairhead bearing a bowl of 
lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed a yellow dressinggown 
ungirdled was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air he 
held the bowl aloft and intoned 
 
 introibo ad altare dei 
 
halted he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely 
 
 come up kinch come up you fearful jesuit 
 
solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest he faced about 
and blessed gravely thrice the tower the surrounding land and the 
awaking mountains then catching sight of stephen dedalus he bent 
towards him and made rapid crosses in the air gurgling in his throat 
and shaking his head stephen dedalus displeased and sleepy leaned 
his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking 
gurgling face that blessed him equine in its length and at the light 
untonsured hair grained and hued like pale oak 
 
buck mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the 
bowl smartly 
 
 back to barracks he said sternly 
 
he added in a preacher s tone 
 
 for this o dearly beloved is the genuine christine body and soul 
and blood and ouns slow music please shut your eyes gents one 
moment a little trouble about those white corpuscles silence all 
 
he peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call then paused 
awhile in rapt attention his even white teeth glistening here and there 
with gold points chrysostomos two strong shrill whistles answered 
through the calm 
 
 thanks old chap he cried briskly that will do nicely switch off 
the current will you 
 
he skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher gathering 
about his legs the loose folds of his gown the plump shadowed face and 
sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate patron of arts in the middle ages 
a pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips 
 
 the mockery of it he said gaily your absurd name an ancient greek 
 
he pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet 
laughing to himself stephen dedalus stepped up followed him wearily 
halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest watching him still as 
he propped his mirror on the parapet dipped the brush in the bowl and 
lathered cheeks and neck 
 
buck mulligan s gay voice went on 
 
 my name is absurd too malachi mulligan two dactyls but it has a 
hellenic ring hasn t it tripping and sunny like the buck himself 
we must go to athens will you come if i can get the aunt to fork out 
twenty quid 
 
he laid the brush aside and laughing with delight cried 
 
 will he come the jejune jesuit 
 
ceasing he began to shave with care 
 
 tell me mulligan stephen said quietly 
 
 yes my love 
 
 how long is haines going to stay in this tower 
 
buck mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder 
 
 god isn t he dreadful he said frankly a ponderous saxon he thinks 
you re not a gentleman god these bloody english bursting with money 
and indigestion because he comes from oxford you know dedalus you 
have the real oxford manner he can t make you out o my name for you 
is the best kinch the knife blade 
 
he shaved warily over his chin 
 
 he was raving all night about a black panther stephen said where is 
his guncase 
 
 a woful lunatic mulligan said were you in a funk 
 
 i was stephen said with energy and growing fear out here in the dark 
with a man i don t know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a 
black panther you saved men from drowning i m not a hero however if 
he stays on here i am off 
 
buck mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade he hopped down 
from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily 
 
 scutter he cried thickly 
 
he came over to the gunrest and thrusting a hand into stephen s upper 
pocket said 
 
 lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor 
 
stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a 
dirty crumpled handkerchief buck mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly 
then gazing over the handkerchief he said 
 
 the bard s noserag a new art colour for our irish poets snotgreen 
you can almost taste it can t you 
 
he mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over dublin bay his fair 
oakpale hair stirring slightly 
 
 god he said quietly isn t the sea what algy calls it a grey 
sweet mother the snotgreen sea the scrotumtightening sea epi oinopa 
ponton ah dedalus the greeks i must teach you you must read them 
in the original thalatta thalatta she is our great sweet mother 
come and look 
 
stephen stood up and went over to the parapet leaning on it he looked 
down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of 
kingstown 
 
 our mighty mother buck mulligan said 
 
he turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to stephen s 
face 
 
 the aunt thinks you killed your mother he said that s why she won t 
let me have anything to do with you 
 
 someone killed her stephen said gloomily 
 
 you could have knelt down damn it kinch when your dying mother 
asked you buck mulligan said i m hyperborean as much as you but to 
think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and 
pray for her and you refused there is something sinister in you 
 
he broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek a tolerant 
smile curled his lips 
 
 but a lovely mummer he murmured to himself kinch the loveliest 
mummer of them all 
 
he shaved evenly and with care in silence seriously 
 
stephen an elbow rested on the jagged granite leaned his palm against 
his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat sleeve 
pain that was not yet the pain of love fretted his heart silently in 
a dream she had come to him after her death her wasted body within its 
loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood her 
breath that had bent upon him mute reproachful a faint odour of 
wetted ashes across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a 
great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him the ring of bay 
and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid a bowl of white china had 
stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had 
torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting 
 
buck mulligan wiped again his razorblade 
 
 ah poor dogsbody he said in a kind voice i must give you a shirt 
and a few noserags how are the secondhand breeks 
 
 they fit well enough stephen answered 
 
buck mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip 
 
 the mockery of it he said contentedly secondleg they should be god 
knows what poxy bowsy left them off i have a lovely pair with a hair 
stripe grey you ll look spiffing in them i m not joking kinch you 
look damn well when you re dressed 
 
 thanks stephen said i can t wear them if they are grey 
 
 he can t wear them buck mulligan told his face in the mirror 
etiquette is etiquette he kills his mother but he can t wear grey 
trousers 
 
he folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the 
smooth skin 
 
stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its 
smokeblue mobile eyes 
 
 that fellow i was with in the ship last night said buck mulligan 
says you have g p i he s up in dottyville with connolly norman general 
paralysis of the insane 
 
he swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad 
in sunlight now radiant on the sea his curling shaven lips laughed and 
the edges of his white glittering teeth laughter seized all his strong 
wellknit trunk 
 
 look at yourself he said you dreadful bard 
 
stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him cleft by 
a crooked crack hair on end as he and others see me who chose this 
face for me this dogsbody to rid of vermin it asks me too 
 
 i pinched it out of the skivvy s room buck mulligan said it does her 
all right the aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for malachi lead 
him not into temptation and her name is ursula 
 
laughing again he brought the mirror away from stephen s peering eyes 
 
 the rage of caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror he said if 
wilde were only alive to see you 
 
drawing back and pointing stephen said with bitterness 
 
 it is a symbol of irish art the cracked looking glass of a servant 
 
buck mulligan suddenly linked his arm in stephen s and walked with him 
round the tower his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he 
had thrust them 
 
 it s not fair to tease you like that kinch is it he said kindly 
god knows you have more spirit than any of them 
 
parried again he fears the lancet of my art as i fear that of his the 
cold steelpen 
 
 cracked lookingglass of a servant tell that to the oxy chap 
downstairs and touch him for a guinea he s stinking with money and 
thinks you re not a gentleman his old fellow made his tin by selling 
jalap to zulus or some bloody swindle or other god kinch if you and i 
could only work together we might do something for the island hellenise 
it 
 
cranly s arm his arm 
 
 and to think of your having to beg from these swine i m the only one 
that knows what you are why don t you trust me more what have you 
up your nose against me is it haines if he makes any noise here i ll 
bring down seymour and we ll give him a ragging worse than they gave 
clive kempthorpe 
 
young shouts of moneyed voices in clive kempthorpe s rooms palefaces 
they hold their ribs with laughter one clasping another o i shall 
expire break the news to her gently aubrey i shall die with slit 
ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the 
table with trousers down at heels chased by ades of magdalen with the 
tailor s shears a scared calf s face gilded with marmalade i don t 
want to be debagged don t you play the giddy ox with me 
 
shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle a deaf 
gardener aproned masked with matthew arnold s face pushes his mower 
on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms 
 
to ourselves new paganism omphalos 
 
 let him stay stephen said there s nothing wrong with him except at 
night 
 
 then what is it buck mulligan asked impatiently cough it up i m 
quite frank with you what have you against me now 
 
they halted looking towards the blunt cape of bray head that lay on the 
water like the snout of a sleeping whale stephen freed his arm quietly 
 
 do you wish me to tell you he asked 
 
 yes what is it buck mulligan answered i don t remember anything 
 
he looked in stephen s face as he spoke a light wind passed his brow 
fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of 
anxiety in his eyes 
 
stephen depressed by his own voice said 
 
 do you remember the first day i went to your house after my mother s 
death 
 
buck mulligan frowned quickly and said 
 
 what where i can t remember anything i remember only ideas and 
sensations why what happened in the name of god 
 
 you were making tea stephen said and went across the landing to 
get more hot water your mother and some visitor came out of the 
drawingroom she asked you who was in your room 
 
 yes buck mulligan said what did i say i forget 
 
 you said stephen answered o it s only dedalus whose mother is 
beastly dead 
 
a flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to buck 
mulligan s cheek 
 
 did i say that he asked well what harm is that 
 
he shook his constraint from him nervously 
 
 and what is death he asked your mother s or yours or my own you 
saw only your mother die i see them pop off every day in the mater and 
richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom it s a beastly 
thing and nothing else it simply doesn t matter you wouldn t kneel 
down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you why 
because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you only it s injected the 
wrong way to me it s all a mockery and beastly her cerebral lobes 
are not functioning she calls the doctor sir peter teazle and picks 
buttercups off the quilt humour her till it s over you crossed her 
last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because i don t whinge like 
some hired mute from lalouette s absurd i suppose i did say it i 
didn t mean to offend the memory of your mother 
 
he had spoken himself into boldness stephen shielding the gaping 
wounds which the words had left in his heart said very coldly 
 
 i am not thinking of the offence to my mother 
 
 of what then buck mulligan asked 
 
 of the offence to me stephen answered 
 
buck mulligan swung round on his heel 
 
 o an impossible person he exclaimed 
 
he walked off quickly round the parapet stephen stood at his post 
gazing over the calm sea towards the headland sea and headland now grew 
dim pulses were beating in his eyes veiling their sight and he felt 
the fever of his cheeks 
 
a voice within the tower called loudly 
 
 are you up there mulligan 
 
 i m coming buck mulligan answered 
 
he turned towards stephen and said 
 
 look at the sea what does it care about offences chuck loyola 
kinch and come on down the sassenach wants his morning rashers 
 
his head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase level 
with the roof 
 
 don t mope over it all day he said i m inconsequent give up the 
moody brooding 
 
his head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of 
the stairhead 
 
 and no more turn aside and brood 
 upon love s bitter mystery 
 for fergus rules the brazen cars 
 
 
woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the 
stairhead seaward where he gazed inshore and farther out the mirror of 
water whitened spurned by lightshod hurrying feet white breast of 
the dim sea the twining stresses two by two a hand plucking the 
harpstrings merging their twining chords wavewhite wedded words 
shimmering on the dim tide 
 
a cloud began to cover the sun slowly wholly shadowing the bay in 
deeper green it lay beneath him a bowl of bitter waters fergus song 
i sang it alone in the house holding down the long dark chords her 
door was open she wanted to hear my music silent with awe and pity 
i went to her bedside she was crying in her wretched bed for those 
words stephen love s bitter mystery 
 
where now 
 
her secrets old featherfans tasselled dancecards powdered with musk 
a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer a birdcage hung in the sunny 
window of her house when she was a girl she heard old royce sing in the 
pantomime of turko the terrible and laughed with others when he sang 
 
 i am the boy 
 that can enjoy 
 invisibility 
 
 
phantasmal mirth folded away muskperfumed 
 
 and no more turn aside and brood 
 
 
folded away in the memory of nature with her toys memories beset his 
brooding brain her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had 
approached the sacrament a cored apple filled with brown sugar 
roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening her shapely 
fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children s 
shirts 
 
in a dream silently she had come to him her wasted body within its 
loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood her breath 
bent over him with mute secret words a faint odour of wetted ashes 
 
her glazing eyes staring out of death to shake and bend my soul on me 
alone the ghostcandle to light her agony ghostly light on the tortured 
face her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror while all prayed on 
their knees her eyes on me to strike me down liliata rutilantium te 
confessorum turma circumdet iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat 
 
ghoul chewer of corpses 
 
no mother let me be and let me live 
 
 kinch ahoy 
 
buck mulligan s voice sang from within the tower it came nearer up the 
staircase calling again stephen still trembling at his soul s cry 
heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words 
 
 dedalus come down like a good mosey breakfast is ready haines is 
apologising for waking us last night it s all right 
 
 i m coming stephen said turning 
 
 do for jesus sake buck mulligan said for my sake and for all our 
sakes 
 
his head disappeared and reappeared 
 
 i told him your symbol of irish art he says it s very clever touch 
him for a quid will you a guinea i mean 
 
 i get paid this morning stephen said 
 
 the school kip buck mulligan said how much four quid lend us one 
 
 if you want it stephen said 
 
 four shining sovereigns buck mulligan cried with delight we ll 
have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids four omnipotent 
sovereigns 
 
he flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs singing out of 
tune with a cockney accent 
 
 o won t we have a merry time 
 drinking whisky beer and wine 
 on coronation 
 coronation day 
 o won t we have a merry time 
 on coronation day 
 
 
warm sunshine merrying over the sea the nickel shavingbowl shone 
forgotten on the parapet why should i bring it down or leave it there 
all day forgotten friendship 
 
he went over to it held it in his hands awhile feeling its coolness 
smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck 
so i carried the boat of incense then at clongowes i am another now and 
yet the same a servant too a server of a servant 
 
in the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower buck mulligan s gowned form 
moved briskly to and fro about the hearth hiding and revealing its 
yellow glow two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor 
from the high barbacans and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of 
coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated turning 
 
 we ll be choked buck mulligan said haines open that door will you 
 
stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker a tall figure rose from the 
hammock where it had been sitting went to the doorway and pulled open 
the inner doors 
 
 have you the key a voice asked 
 
 dedalus has it buck mulligan said janey mack i m choked 
 
he howled without looking up from the fire 
 
 kinch 
 
 it s in the lock stephen said coming forward 
 
the key scraped round harshly twice and when the heavy door had been 
set ajar welcome light and bright air entered haines stood at the 
doorway looking out stephen haled his upended valise to the table and 
sat down to wait buck mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside 
him then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table set 
them down heavily and sighed with relief 
 
 i m melting he said as the candle remarked when but hush not a 
word more on that subject kinch wake up bread butter honey haines 
come in the grub is ready bless us o lord and these thy gifts 
where s the sugar o jay there s no milk 
 
stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from 
the locker buck mulligan sat down in a sudden pet 
 
 what sort of a kip is this he said i told her to come after eight 
 
 we can drink it black stephen said thirstily there s a lemon in the 
locker 
 
 o damn you and your paris fads buck mulligan said i want sandycove 
milk 
 
haines came in from the doorway and said quietly 
 
 that woman is coming up with the milk 
 
 the blessings of god on you buck mulligan cried jumping up from his 
chair sit down pour out the tea there the sugar is in the bag here 
i can t go fumbling at the damned eggs 
 
he hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three 
plates saying 
 
 in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti 
 
haines sat down to pour out the tea 
 
 i m giving you two lumps each he said but i say mulligan you do 
make strong tea don t you 
 
buck mulligan hewing thick slices from the loaf said in an old woman s 
wheedling voice 
 
 when i makes tea i makes tea as old mother grogan said and when i 
makes water i makes water 
 
 by jove it is tea haines said 
 
buck mulligan went on hewing and wheedling 
 
 so i do mrs cahill says she begob ma am says mrs cahill god 
send you don t make them in the one pot 
 
he lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread impaled 
on his knife 
 
 that s folk he said very earnestly for your book haines five 
lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of 
dundrum printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind 
 
he turned to stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice lifting his 
brows 
 
 can you recall brother is mother grogan s tea and water pot spoken 
of in the mabinogion or is it in the upanishads 
 
 i doubt it said stephen gravely 
 
 do you now buck mulligan said in the same tone your reasons pray 
 
 i fancy stephen said as he ate it did not exist in or out of the 
mabinogion mother grogan was one imagines a kinswoman of mary ann 
 
buck mulligan s face smiled with delight 
 
 charming he said in a finical sweet voice showing his white teeth 
and blinking his eyes pleasantly do you think she was quite charming 
 
then suddenly overclouding all his features he growled in a hoarsened 
rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf 
 
 for old mary ann 
 she doesn t care a damn 
 but hising up her petticoats 
 
 
he crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned 
 
the doorway was darkened by an entering form 
 
 the milk sir 
 
 come in ma am mulligan said kinch get the jug 
 
an old woman came forward and stood by stephen s elbow 
 
 that s a lovely morning sir she said glory be to god 
 
 to whom mulligan said glancing at her ah to be sure 
 
stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker 
 
 the islanders mulligan said to haines casually speak frequently of 
the collector of prepuces 
 
 how much sir asked the old woman 
 
 a quart stephen said 
 
he watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white 
milk not hers old shrunken paps she poured again a measureful and 
a tilly old and secret she had entered from a morning world maybe 
a messenger she praised the goodness of the milk pouring it out 
crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field a witch on her 
toadstool her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs they lowed 
about her whom they knew dewsilky cattle silk of the kine and poor old 
woman names given her in old times a wandering crone lowly form of 
an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer their common 
cuckquean a messenger from the secret morning to serve or to upbraid 
whether he could not tell but scorned to beg her favour 
 
 it is indeed ma am buck mulligan said pouring milk into their cups 
 
 taste it sir she said 
 
he drank at her bidding 
 
 if we could live on good food like that he said to her somewhat 
loudly we wouldn t have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten 
guts living in a bogswamp eating cheap food and the streets paved with 
dust horsedung and consumptives spits 
 
 are you a medical student sir the old woman asked 
 
 i am ma am buck mulligan answered 
 
 look at that now she said 
 
stephen listened in scornful silence she bows her old head to a voice 
that speaks to her loudly her bonesetter her medicineman me she 
slights to the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there 
is of her but her woman s unclean loins of man s flesh made not in 
god s likeness the serpent s prey and to the loud voice that now bids 
her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes 
 
 do you understand what he says stephen asked her 
 
 is it french you are talking sir the old woman said to haines 
 
haines spoke to her again a longer speech confidently 
 
 irish buck mulligan said is there gaelic on you 
 
 i thought it was irish she said by the sound of it are you from the 
west sir 
 
 i am an englishman haines answered 
 
 he s english buck mulligan said and he thinks we ought to speak 
irish in ireland 
 
 sure we ought to the old woman said and i m ashamed i don t speak 
the language myself i m told it s a grand language by them that knows 
 
 grand is no name for it said buck mulligan wonderful entirely fill 
us out some more tea kinch would you like a cup ma am 
 
 no thank you sir the old woman said slipping the ring of the 
milkcan on her forearm and about to go 
 
haines said to her 
 
 have you your bill we had better pay her mulligan hadn t we 
 
stephen filled again the three cups 
 
 bill sir she said halting well it s seven mornings a pint at 
twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three 
mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling that s a 
shilling and one and two is two and two sir 
 
buck mulligan sighed and having filled his mouth with a crust thickly 
buttered on both sides stretched forth his legs and began to search his 
trouser pockets 
 
 pay up and look pleasant haines said to him smiling 
 
stephen filled a third cup a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the 
thick rich milk buck mulligan brought up a florin twisted it round in 
his fingers and cried 
 
 a miracle 
 
he passed it along the table towards the old woman saying 
 
 ask nothing more of me sweet all i can give you i give 
 
stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand 
 
 we ll owe twopence he said 
 
 time enough sir she said taking the coin time enough good 
morning sir 
 
she curtseyed and went out followed by buck mulligan s tender chant 
 
 heart of my heart were it more 
 more would be laid at your feet 
 
 
he turned to stephen and said 
 
 seriously dedalus i m stony hurry out to your school kip and bring 
us back some money today the bards must drink and junket ireland 
expects that every man this day will do his duty 
 
 that reminds me haines said rising that i have to visit your 
national library today 
 
 our swim first buck mulligan said 
 
he turned to stephen and asked blandly 
 
 is this the day for your monthly wash kinch 
 
then he said to haines 
 
 the unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month 
 
 all ireland is washed by the gulfstream stephen said as he let honey 
trickle over a slice of the loaf 
 
haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the 
loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke 
 
 i intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me 
 
speaking to me they wash and tub and scrub agenbite of inwit 
conscience yet here s a spot 
 
 that one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol 
of irish art is deuced good 
 
buck mulligan kicked stephen s foot under the table and said with warmth 
of tone 
 
 wait till you hear him on hamlet haines 
 
 well i mean it haines said still speaking to stephen i was just 
thinking of it when that poor old creature came in 
 
 would i make any money by it stephen asked 
 
haines laughed and as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of 
the hammock said 
 
 i don t know i m sure 
 
he strolled out to the doorway buck mulligan bent across to stephen and 
said with coarse vigour 
 
 you put your hoof in it now what did you say that for 
 
 well stephen said the problem is to get money from whom from the 
milkwoman or from him it s a toss up i think 
 
 i blow him out about you buck mulligan said and then you come along 
with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes 
 
 i see little hope stephen said from her or from him 
 
buck mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on stephen s arm 
 
 from me kinch he said 
 
in a suddenly changed tone he added 
 
 to tell you the god s truth i think you re right damn all else they 
are good for why don t you play them as i do to hell with them all 
let us get out of the kip 
 
he stood up gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown saying 
resignedly 
 
 mulligan is stripped of his garments 
 
he emptied his pockets on to the table 
 
 there s your snotrag he said 
 
and putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them 
chiding them and to his dangling watchchain his hands plunged and 
rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief god 
we ll simply have to dress the character i want puce gloves and 
green boots contradiction do i contradict myself very well then i 
contradict myself mercurial malachi a limp black missile flew out of 
his talking hands 
 
 and there s your latin quarter hat he said 
 
stephen picked it up and put it on haines called to them from the 
doorway 
 
 are you coming you fellows 
 
 i m ready buck mulligan answered going towards the door come out 
kinch you have eaten all we left i suppose resigned he passed out 
with grave words and gait saying wellnigh with sorrow 
 
 and going forth he met butterly 
 
stephen taking his ashplant from its leaningplace followed them out 
and as they went down the ladder pulled to the slow iron door and 
locked it he put the huge key in his inner pocket 
 
at the foot of the ladder buck mulligan asked 
 
 did you bring the key 
 
 i have it stephen said preceding them 
 
he walked on behind him he heard buck mulligan club with his heavy 
bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses 
 
 down sir how dare you sir 
 
haines asked 
 
 do you pay rent for this tower 
 
 twelve quid buck mulligan said 
 
 to the secretary of state for war stephen added over his shoulder 
 
they halted while haines surveyed the tower and said at last 
 
 rather bleak in wintertime i should say martello you call it 
 
 billy pitt had them built buck mulligan said when the french were on 
the sea but ours is the omphalos 
 
 what is your idea of hamlet haines asked stephen 
 
 no no buck mulligan shouted in pain i m not equal to thomas aquinas 
and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up wait till i 
have a few pints in me first 
 
he turned to stephen saying as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his 
primrose waistcoat 
 
 you couldn t manage it under three pints kinch could you 
 
 it has waited so long stephen said listlessly it can wait longer 
 
 you pique my curiosity haines said amiably is it some paradox 
 
 pooh buck mulligan said we have grown out of wilde and paradoxes 
it s quite simple he proves by algebra that hamlet s grandson is 
shakespeare s grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own 
father 
 
 what haines said beginning to point at stephen he himself 
 
buck mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and bending in 
loose laughter said to stephen s ear 
 
 o shade of kinch the elder japhet in search of a father 
 
 we re always tired in the morning stephen said to haines and it is 
rather long to tell 
 
buck mulligan walking forward again raised his hands 
 
 the sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of dedalus he said 
 
 i mean to say haines explained to stephen as they followed this 
tower and these cliffs here remind me somehow of elsinore that beetles 
o er his base into the sea isn t it 
 
buck mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards stephen but did 
not speak in the bright silent instant stephen saw his own image in 
cheap dusty mourning between their gay attires 
 
 it s a wonderful tale haines said bringing them to halt again 
 
eyes pale as the sea the wind had freshened paler firm and prudent 
the seas ruler he gazed southward over the bay empty save for the 
smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail 
tacking by the muglins 
 
 i read a theological interpretation of it somewhere he said bemused 
the father and the son idea the son striving to be atoned with the 
father 
 
buck mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face he looked 
at them his wellshaped mouth open happily his eyes from which he had 
suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense blinking with mad gaiety he moved 
a doll s head to and fro the brims of his panama hat quivering and 
began to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice 
 
 i m the queerest young fellow that ever you heard 
 my mother s a jew my father s a bird 
 with joseph the joiner i cannot agree 
 so here s to disciples and calvary 
 
 
he held up a forefinger of warning 
 
 if anyone thinks that i amn t divine 
 he ll get no free drinks when i m making the wine 
 but have to drink water and wish it were plain 
 that i make when the wine becomes water again 
 
 
he tugged swiftly at stephen s ashplant in farewell and running forward 
to a brow of the cliff fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or 
wings of one about to rise in the air and chanted 
 
 goodbye now goodbye write down all i said 
 and tell tom dick and harry i rose from the dead 
 what s bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly 
 and olivet s breezy goodbye now goodbye 
 
 
he capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole fluttering his 
winglike hands leaping nimbly mercury s hat quivering in the fresh 
wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries 
 
haines who had been laughing guardedly walked on beside stephen and 
said 
 
 we oughtn t to laugh i suppose he s rather blasphemous i m not a 
believer myself that is to say still his gaiety takes the harm out of 
it somehow doesn t it what did he call it joseph the joiner 
 
 the ballad of joking jesus stephen answered 
 
 o haines said you have heard it before 
 
 three times a day after meals stephen said drily 
 
 you re not a believer are you haines asked i mean a believer in 
the narrow sense of the word creation from nothing and miracles and a 
personal god 
 
 there s only one sense of the word it seems to me stephen said 
 
haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a 
green stone he sprang it open with his thumb and offered it 
 
 thank you stephen said taking a cigarette 
 
haines helped himself and snapped the case to he put it back in his 
sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox sprang 
it open too and having lit his cigarette held the flaming spunk 
towards stephen in the shell of his hands 
 
 yes of course he said as they went on again either you believe 
or you don t isn t it personally i couldn t stomach that idea of a 
personal god you don t stand for that i suppose 
 
 you behold in me stephen said with grim displeasure a horrible 
example of free thought 
 
he walked on waiting to be spoken to trailing his ashplant by his 
side its ferrule followed lightly on the path squealing at his heels 
my familiar after me calling steeeeeeeeeeeephen a wavering line 
along the path they will walk on it tonight coming here in the dark 
he wants that key it is mine i paid the rent now i eat his salt 
bread give him the key too all he will ask for it that was in his 
eyes 
 
 after all haines began 
 
stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not 
all unkind 
 
 after all i should think you are able to free yourself you are your 
own master it seems to me 
 
 i am a servant of two masters stephen said an english and an 
italian 
 
 italian haines said 
 
a crazy queen old and jealous kneel down before me 
 
 and a third stephen said there is who wants me for odd jobs 
 
 italian haines said again what do you mean 
 
 the imperial british state stephen answered his colour rising and 
the holy roman catholic and apostolic church 
 
haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he 
spoke 
 
 i can quite understand that he said calmly an irishman must think 
like that i daresay we feel in england that we have treated you rather 
unfairly it seems history is to blame 
 
the proud potent titles clanged over stephen s memory the triumph 
of their brazen bells et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam 
ecclesiam the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own 
rare thoughts a chemistry of stars symbol of the apostles in the 
mass for pope marcellus the voices blended singing alone loud in 
affirmation and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church 
militant disarmed and menaced her heresiarchs a horde of heresies 
fleeing with mitres awry photius and the brood of mockers of 
whom mulligan was one and arius warring his life long upon the 
consubstantiality of the son with the father and valentine spurning 
christ s terrene body and the subtle african heresiarch sabellius who 
held that the father was himself his own son words mulligan had spoken 
a moment since in mockery to the stranger idle mockery the void 
awaits surely all them that weave the wind a menace a disarming and a 
worsting from those embattled angels of the church michael s host 
who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with their lances and their 
shields 
 
hear hear prolonged applause zut nom de dieu 
 
 of course i m a britisher haines s voice said and i feel as one i 
don t want to see my country fall into the hands of german jews either 
that s our national problem i m afraid just now 
 
two men stood at the verge of the cliff watching businessman boatman 
 
 she s making for bullock harbour 
 
the boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain 
 
 there s five fathoms out there he said it ll be swept up that way 
when the tide comes in about one it s nine days today 
 
the man that was drowned a sail veering about the blank bay waiting 
for a swollen bundle to bob up roll over to the sun a puffy face 
saltwhite here i am 
 
they followed the winding path down to the creek buck mulligan stood on 
a stone in shirtsleeves his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder 
a young man clinging to a spur of rock near him moved slowly frogwise 
his green legs in the deep jelly of the water 
 
 is the brother with you malachi 
 
 down in westmeath with the bannons 
 
 still there i got a card from bannon says he found a sweet young 
thing down there photo girl he calls her 
 
 snapshot eh brief exposure 
 
buck mulligan sat down to unlace his boots an elderly man shot up near 
the spur of rock a blowing red face he scrambled up by the stones 
water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair water 
rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black 
sagging loincloth 
 
buck mulligan made way for him to scramble past and glancing at haines 
and stephen crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow and lips 
and breastbone 
 
 seymour s back in town the young man said grasping again his spur of 
rock chucked medicine and going in for the army 
 
 ah go to god buck mulligan said 
 
 going over next week to stew you know that red carlisle girl lily 
 
 yes 
 
 spooning with him last night on the pier the father is rotto with 
money 
 
 is she up the pole 
 
 better ask seymour that 
 
 seymour a bleeding officer buck mulligan said 
 
he nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up saying 
tritely 
 
 redheaded women buck like goats 
 
he broke off in alarm feeling his side under his flapping shirt 
 
 my twelfth rib is gone he cried i m the uebermensch toothless 
kinch and i the supermen 
 
he struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his 
clothes lay 
 
 are you going in here malachi 
 
 yes make room in the bed 
 
the young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached 
the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes haines sat down on a 
stone smoking 
 
 are you not coming in buck mulligan asked 
 
 later on haines said not on my breakfast 
 
stephen turned away 
 
 i m going mulligan he said 
 
 give us that key kinch buck mulligan said to keep my chemise flat 
 
stephen handed him the key buck mulligan laid it across his heaped 
clothes 
 
 and twopence he said for a pint throw it there 
 
stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap dressing undressing buck 
mulligan erect with joined hands before him said solemnly 
 
 he who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the lord thus spake 
zarathustra 
 
his plump body plunged 
 
 we ll see you again haines said turning as stephen walked up the 
path and smiling at wild irish 
 
horn of a bull hoof of a horse smile of a saxon 
 
 the ship buck mulligan cried half twelve 
 
 good stephen said 
 
he walked along the upwardcurving path 
 
 liliata rutilantium 
 turma circumdet 
 iubilantium te virginum 
 
 
the priest s grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly i will 
not sleep here tonight home also i cannot go 
 
a voice sweettoned and sustained called to him from the sea turning 
the curve he waved his hand it called again a sleek brown head a 
seal s far out on the water round 
 
usurper 
 
 
 
 you cochrane what city sent for him 
 
 tarentum sir 
 
 very good well 
 
 there was a battle sir 
 
 very good where 
 
the boy s blank face asked the blank window 
 
fabled by the daughters of memory and yet it was in some way if not as 
memory fabled it a phrase then of impatience thud of blake s wings 
of excess i hear the ruin of all space shattered glass and toppling 
masonry and time one livid final flame what s left us then 
 
 i forget the place sir b c 
 
 asculum stephen said glancing at the name and date in the 
gorescarred book 
 
 yes sir and he said another victory like that and we are done 
for 
 
that phrase the world had remembered a dull ease of the mind from 
a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers 
leaned upon his spear any general to any officers they lend ear 
 
 you armstrong stephen said what was the end of pyrrhus 
 
 end of pyrrhus sir 
 
 i know sir ask me sir comyn said 
 
 wait you armstrong do you know anything about pyrrhus 
 
a bag of figrolls lay snugly in armstrong s satchel he curled them 
between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly crumbs adhered to 
the tissue of his lips a sweetened boy s breath welloff people proud 
that their eldest son was in the navy vico road dalkey 
 
 pyrrhus sir pyrrhus a pier 
 
all laughed mirthless high malicious laughter armstrong looked round 
at his classmates silly glee in profile in a moment they will laugh 
more loudly aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay 
 
 tell me now stephen said poking the boy s shoulder with the book 
what is a pier 
 
 a pier sir armstrong said a thing out in the water a kind of a 
bridge kingstown pier sir 
 
some laughed again mirthless but with meaning two in the back bench 
whispered yes they knew had never learned nor ever been innocent 
all with envy he watched their faces edith ethel gerty lily their 
likes their breaths too sweetened with tea and jam their bracelets 
tittering in the struggle 
 
 kingstown pier stephen said yes a disappointed bridge 
 
the words troubled their gaze 
 
 how sir comyn asked a bridge is across a river 
 
for haines s chapbook no one here to hear tonight deftly amid wild 
drink and talk to pierce the polished mail of his mind what then a 
jester at the court of his master indulged and disesteemed winning a 
clement master s praise why had they chosen all that part not wholly 
for the smooth caress for them too history was a tale like any other 
too often heard their land a pawnshop 
 
had pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam s hand in argos or julius caesar not 
been knifed to death they are not to be thought away time has 
branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite 
possibilities they have ousted but can those have been possible seeing 
that they never were or was that only possible which came to pass 
weave weaver of the wind 
 
 tell us a story sir 
 
 o do sir a ghoststory 
 
 where do you begin in this stephen asked opening another book 
 
 weep no more comyn said 
 
 go on then talbot 
 
 and the story sir 
 
 after stephen said go on talbot 
 
a swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork 
of his satchel he recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text 
 
 weep no more woful shepherds weep no more 
 for lycidas your sorrow is not dead 
 sunk though he be beneath the watery floor 
 
 
it must be a movement then an actuality of the possible as possible 
aristotle s phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated 
out into the studious silence of the library of saint genevieve where he 
had read sheltered from the sin of paris night by night by his elbow 
a delicate siamese conned a handbook of strategy fed and feeding brains 
about me under glowlamps impaled with faintly beating feelers and 
in my mind s darkness a sloth of the underworld reluctant shy of 
brightness shifting her dragon scaly folds thought is the thought of 
thought tranquil brightness the soul is in a manner all that is the 
soul is the form of forms tranquility sudden vast candescent form of 
forms 
 
talbot repeated 
 
 through the dear might of him that walked the waves 
 through the dear might 
 
 
 turn over stephen said quietly i don t see anything 
 
 what sir talbot asked simply bending forward 
 
his hand turned the page over he leaned back and went on again having 
just remembered of him that walked the waves here also over these 
craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer s heart and lips and 
on mine it lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the 
tribute to caesar what is caesar s to god what is god s a long 
look from dark eyes a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the 
church s looms ay 
 
 riddle me riddle me randy ro 
 my father gave me seeds to sow 
 
 
talbot slid his closed book into his satchel 
 
 have i heard all stephen asked 
 
 yes sir hockey at ten sir 
 
 half day sir thursday 
 
 who can answer a riddle stephen asked 
 
they bundled their books away pencils clacking pages rustling 
crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels all gabbling 
gaily 
 
 a riddle sir ask me sir 
 
 o ask me sir 
 
 a hard one sir 
 
 this is the riddle stephen said 
 
 the cock crew 
 the sky was blue 
 the bells in heaven 
 were striking eleven 
 tis time for this poor soul 
 to go to heaven 
 
 
what is that 
 
 what sir 
 
 again sir we didn t hear 
 
their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated after a silence 
cochrane said 
 
 what is it sir we give it up 
 
stephen his throat itching answered 
 
 the fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush 
 
he stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries 
echoed dismay 
 
a stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called 
 
 hockey 
 
they broke asunder sidling out of their benches leaping them quickly 
they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and 
clamour of their boots and tongues 
 
sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowly showing an open 
copybook his thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness 
and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading on his 
cheek dull and bloodless a soft stain of ink lay dateshaped recent 
and damp as a snail s bed 
 
he held out his copybook the word sums was written on the headline 
beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature with 
blind loops and a blot cyril sargent his name and seal 
 
 mr deasy told me to write them out all again he said and show them 
to you sir 
 
stephen touched the edges of the book futility 
 
 do you understand how to do them now he asked 
 
 numbers eleven to fifteen sargent answered mr deasy said i was to 
copy them off the board sir 
 
 can you do them yourself stephen asked 
 
 no sir 
 
ugly and futile lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink a snail s 
bed yet someone had loved him borne him in her arms and in her heart 
but for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot 
a squashed boneless snail she had loved his weak watery blood drained 
from her own was that then real the only true thing in life his 
mother s prostrate body the fiery columbanus in holy zeal bestrode 
she was no more the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire 
an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes she had saved him from being 
trampled underfoot and had gone scarcely having been a poor soul 
gone to heaven and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox red reek 
of rapine in his fur with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth 
listened scraped up the earth listened scraped and scraped 
 
sitting at his side stephen solved out the problem he proves by algebra 
that shakespeare s ghost is hamlet s grandfather sargent peered askance 
through his slanted glasses hockeysticks rattled in the lumberroom the 
hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field 
 
across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice in the mummery of 
their letters wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes give hands 
traverse bow to partner so imps of fancy of the moors gone too from 
the world averroes and moses maimonides dark men in mien and movement 
flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world a 
darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend 
 
 do you understand now can you work the second for yourself 
 
 yes sir 
 
in long shaky strokes sargent copied the data waiting always for a word 
of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols a faint hue of 
shame flickering behind his dull skin amor matris subjective and 
objective genitive with her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed 
him and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands 
 
like him was i these sloping shoulders this gracelessness my 
childhood bends beside me too far for me to lay a hand there once or 
lightly mine is far and his secret as our eyes secrets silent stony 
sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts secrets weary of their 
tyranny tyrants willing to be dethroned 
 
the sum was done 
 
 it is very simple stephen said as he stood up 
 
 yes sir thanks sargent answered 
 
he dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his 
copybook back to his bench 
 
 you had better get your stick and go out to the others stephen said 
as he followed towards the door the boy s graceless form 
 
 yes sir 
 
in the corridor his name was heard called from the playfield 
 
 sargent 
 
 run on stephen said mr deasy is calling you 
 
he stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy 
field where sharp voices were in strife they were sorted in teams and 
mr deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet when 
he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him he 
turned his angry white moustache 
 
 what is it now he cried continually without listening 
 
 cochrane and halliday are on the same side sir stephen said 
 
 will you wait in my study for a moment mr deasy said till i restore 
order here 
 
and as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man s voice 
cried sternly 
 
 what is the matter what is it now 
 
their sharp voices cried about him on all sides their many forms closed 
round him the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head 
 
stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather 
of its chairs as on the first day he bargained with me here as it was 
in the beginning is now on the sideboard the tray of stuart coins 
base treasure of a bog and ever shall be and snug in their spooncase 
of purple plush faded the twelve apostles having preached to all the 
gentiles world without end 
 
a hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor blowing out his 
rare moustache mr deasy halted at the table 
 
 first our little financial settlement he said 
 
he brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong it 
slapped open and he took from it two notes one of joined halves and 
laid them carefully on the table 
 
 two he said strapping and stowing his pocketbook away 
 
and now his strongroom for the gold stephen s embarrassed hand moved 
over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar whelks and money 
cowries and leopard shells and this whorled as an emir s turban and 
this the scallop of saint james an old pilgrim s hoard dead treasure 
hollow shells 
 
a sovereign fell bright and new on the soft pile of the tablecloth 
 
 three mr deasy said turning his little savingsbox about in his hand 
these are handy things to have see this is for sovereigns this is for 
shillings sixpences halfcrowns and here crowns see 
 
he shot from it two crowns and two shillings 
 
 three twelve he said i think you ll find that s right 
 
 thank you sir stephen said gathering the money together with shy 
haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers 
 
 no thanks at all mr deasy said you have earned it 
 
stephen s hand free again went back to the hollow shells symbols too 
of beauty and of power a lump in my pocket symbols soiled by greed and 
misery 
 
 don t carry it like that mr deasy said you ll pull it out somewhere 
and lose it you just buy one of these machines you ll find them very 
handy 
 
answer something 
 
 mine would be often empty stephen said 
 
the same room and hour the same wisdom and i the same three times 
now three nooses round me here well i can break them in this instant 
if i will 
 
 because you don t save mr deasy said pointing his finger you don t 
know yet what money is money is power when you have lived as long as i 
have i know i know if youth but knew but what does shakespeare say 
 put but money in thy purse 
 
 iago stephen murmured 
 
he lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man s stare 
 
 he knew what money was mr deasy said he made money a poet yes but 
an englishman too do you know what is the pride of the english do you 
know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an englishman s 
mouth 
 
the seas ruler his seacold eyes looked on the empty bay it seems 
history is to blame on me and on my words unhating 
 
 that on his empire stephen said the sun never sets 
 
 ba mr deasy cried that s not english a french celt said that he 
tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail 
 
 i will tell you he said solemnly what is his proudest boast i paid 
my way 
 
good man good man 
 
 i paid my way i never borrowed a shilling in my life can you feel 
that i owe nothing can you 
 
mulligan nine pounds three pairs of socks one pair brogues ties 
curran ten guineas mccann one guinea fred ryan two shillings 
temple two lunches russell one guinea cousins ten shillings bob 
reynolds half a guinea koehler three guineas mrs mackernan five 
weeks board the lump i have is useless 
 
 for the moment no stephen answered 
 
mr deasy laughed with rich delight putting back his savingsbox 
 
 i knew you couldn t he said joyously but one day you must feel it 
we are a generous people but we must also be just 
 
 i fear those big words stephen said which make us so unhappy 
 
mr deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the 
shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs albert edward prince of 
wales 
 
 you think me an old fogey and an old tory his thoughtful voice said 
i saw three generations since o connell s time i remember the famine in 
 do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the 
union twenty years before o connell did or before the prelates of your 
communion denounced him as a demagogue you fenians forget some things 
 
glorious pious and immortal memory the lodge of diamond in armagh the 
splendid behung with corpses of papishes hoarse masked and armed the 
planters covenant the black north and true blue bible croppies lie 
down 
 
stephen sketched a brief gesture 
 
 i have rebel blood in me too mr deasy said on the spindle side but 
i am descended from sir john blackwood who voted for the union we are 
all irish all kings sons 
 
 alas stephen said 
 
 per vias rectas mr deasy said firmly was his motto he voted for 
it and put on his topboots to ride to dublin from the ards of down to do 
so 
 
 lal the ral the ra 
 the rocky road to dublin 
 
 
a gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots soft day sir john 
soft day your honour day day two topboots jog dangling 
on to dublin lal the ral the ra lal the ral the raddy 
 
 that reminds me mr deasy said you can do me a favour mr dedalus 
with some of your literary friends i have a letter here for the press 
sit down a moment i have just to copy the end 
 
he went to the desk near the window pulled in his chair twice and read 
off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter 
 
 sit down excuse me he said over his shoulder the dictates of 
common sense just a moment 
 
he peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his elbow 
and muttering began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard slowly 
sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error 
 
stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence framed 
around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage their meek 
heads poised in air lord hastings repulse the duke of westminster s 
shotover the duke of beaufort s ceylon prix de paris elfin 
riders sat them watchful of a sign he saw their speeds backing king s 
colours and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds 
 
 full stop mr deasy bade his keys but prompt ventilation of this 
allimportant question 
 
where cranly led me to get rich quick hunting his winners among the 
mudsplashed brakes amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek 
of the canteen over the motley slush fair rebel fair rebel even 
money the favourite ten to one the field dicers and thimbleriggers 
we hurried by after the hoofs the vying caps and jackets and past 
the meatfaced woman a butcher s dame nuzzling thirstily her clove of 
orange 
 
shouts rang shrill from the boys playfield and a whirring whistle 
 
again a goal i am among them among their battling bodies in a medley 
the joust of life you mean that knockkneed mother s darling who seems 
to be slightly crawsick jousts time shocked rebounds shock by shock 
jousts slush and uproar of battles the frozen deathspew of the slain 
a shout of spearspikes baited with men s bloodied guts 
 
 now then mr deasy said rising 
 
he came to the table pinning together his sheets stephen stood up 
 
 i have put the matter into a nutshell mr deasy said it s about 
the foot and mouth disease just look through it there can be no two 
opinions on the matter 
 
may i trespass on your valuable space that doctrine of laissez faire 
which so often in our history our cattle trade the way of all our old 
industries liverpool ring which jockeyed the galway harbour scheme 
european conflagration grain supplies through the narrow waters of 
the channel the pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of 
agriculture pardoned a classical allusion cassandra by a woman who 
was no better than she should be to come to the point at issue 
 
 i don t mince words do i mr deasy asked as stephen read on 
 
foot and mouth disease known as koch s preparation serum and virus 
percentage of salted horses rinderpest emperor s horses at murzsteg 
lower austria veterinary surgeons mr henry blackwood price courteous 
offer a fair trial dictates of common sense allimportant question in 
every sense of the word take the bull by the horns thanking you for the 
hospitality of your columns 
 
 i want that to be printed and read mr deasy said you will see at the 
next outbreak they will put an embargo on irish cattle and it can 
be cured it is cured my cousin blackwood price writes to me it is 
regularly treated and cured in austria by cattledoctors there they 
offer to come over here i am trying to work up influence with 
the department now i m going to try publicity i am surrounded by 
difficulties by intrigues by backstairs influence by 
 
he raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke 
 
 mark my words mr dedalus he said england is in the hands of the 
jews in all the highest places her finance her press and they are 
the signs of a nation s decay wherever they gather they eat up the 
nation s vital strength i have seen it coming these years as sure 
as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of 
destruction old england is dying 
 
he stepped swiftly off his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a 
broad sunbeam he faced about and back again 
 
 dying he said again if not dead by now 
 
 the harlot s cry from street to street 
 shall weave old england s windingsheet 
 
 
his eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which 
he halted 
 
 a merchant stephen said is one who buys cheap and sells dear jew or 
gentile is he not 
 
 they sinned against the light mr deasy said gravely and you can see 
the darkness in their eyes and that is why they are wanderers on the 
earth to this day 
 
on the steps of the paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting 
prices on their gemmed fingers gabble of geese they swarmed loud 
uncouth about the temple their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk 
hats not theirs these clothes this speech these gestures their full 
slow eyes belied the words the gestures eager and unoffending but 
knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain vain 
patience to heap and hoard time surely would scatter all a hoard 
heaped by the roadside plundered and passing on their eyes knew their 
years of wandering and patient knew the dishonours of their flesh 
 
 who has not stephen said 
 
 what do you mean mr deasy asked 
 
he came forward a pace and stood by the table his underjaw fell 
sideways open uncertainly is this old wisdom he waits to hear from me 
 
 history stephen said is a nightmare from which i am trying to awake 
 
from the playfield the boys raised a shout a whirring whistle goal 
what if that nightmare gave you a back kick 
 
 the ways of the creator are not our ways mr deasy said all human 
history moves towards one great goal the manifestation of god 
 
stephen jerked his thumb towards the window saying 
 
 that is god 
 
hooray ay whrrwhee 
 
 what mr deasy asked 
 
 a shout in the street stephen answered shrugging his shoulders 
 
mr deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked 
between his fingers looking up again he set them free 
 
 i am happier than you are he said we have committed many errors and 
many sins a woman brought sin into the world for a woman who was no 
better than she should be helen the runaway wife of menelaus ten 
years the greeks made war on troy a faithless wife first brought the 
strangers to our shore here macmurrough s wife and her leman o rourke 
prince of breffni a woman too brought parnell low many errors many 
failures but not the one sin i am a struggler now at the end of my 
days but i will fight for the right till the end 
 
 for ulster will fight 
 and ulster will be right 
 
 
stephen raised the sheets in his hand 
 
 well sir he began 
 
 i foresee mr deasy said that you will not remain here very long 
at this work you were not born to be a teacher i think perhaps i am 
wrong 
 
 a learner rather stephen said 
 
and here what will you learn more 
 
mr deasy shook his head 
 
 who knows he said to learn one must be humble but life is the great 
teacher 
 
stephen rustled the sheets again 
 
 as regards these he began 
 
 yes mr deasy said you have two copies there if you can have them 
published at once 
 
 telegraph irish homestead 
 
 i will try stephen said and let you know tomorrow i know two 
editors slightly 
 
 that will do mr deasy said briskly i wrote last night to mr field 
m p there is a meeting of the cattletraders association today at the 
city arms hotel i asked him to lay my letter before the meeting you 
see if you can get it into your two papers what are they 
 
 the evening telegraph 
 
 that will do mr deasy said there is no time to lose now i have to 
answer that letter from my cousin 
 
 good morning sir stephen said putting the sheets in his pocket 
thank you 
 
 not at all mr deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk i 
like to break a lance with you old as i am 
 
 good morning sir stephen said again bowing to his bent back 
 
he went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees 
hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield 
the lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate 
toothless terrors still i will help him in his fight mulligan will dub 
me a new name the bullockbefriending bard 
 
 mr dedalus 
 
running after me no more letters i hope 
 
 just one moment 
 
 yes sir stephen said turning back at the gate 
 
mr deasy halted breathing hard and swallowing his breath 
 
 i just wanted to say he said ireland they say has the honour of 
being the only country which never persecuted the jews do you know 
that no and do you know why 
 
he frowned sternly on the bright air 
 
 why sir stephen asked beginning to smile 
 
 because she never let them in mr deasy said solemnly 
 
a coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a 
rattling chain of phlegm he turned back quickly coughing laughing 
his lifted arms waving to the air 
 
 she never let them in he cried again through his laughter as he 
stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path that s why 
 
on his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung 
spangles dancing coins 
 
 
ineluctable modality of the visible at least that if no more thought 
through my eyes signatures of all things i am here to read seaspawn 
and seawrack the nearing tide that rusty boot snotgreen bluesilver 
rust coloured signs limits of the diaphane but he adds in bodies 
then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured how by 
knocking his sconce against them sure go easy bald he was and a 
millionaire maestro di color che sanno limit of the diaphane in why 
in diaphane adiaphane if you can put your five fingers through it it 
is a gate if not a door shut your eyes and see 
 
 
stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and 
shells you are walking through it howsomever i am a stride at a time 
a very short space of time through very short times of space five six 
the nacheinander exactly and that is the ineluctable modality of the 
audible open your eyes no jesus if i fell over a cliff that beetles 
o er his base fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably i am 
getting on nicely in the dark my ash sword hangs at my side tap with 
it they do my two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs 
 nebeneinander sounds solid made by the mallet of los demiurgos 
am i walking into eternity along sandymount strand crush crack crick 
crick wild sea money dominie deasy kens them a won t you come to 
sandymount madeline the mare 
 
 
rhythm begins you see i hear acatalectic tetrameter of iambs 
marching no agallop deline the mare 
 
open your eyes now i will one moment has all vanished since if i 
open and am for ever in the black adiaphane basta i will see if i 
can see 
 
see now there all the time without you and ever shall be world 
without end 
 
they came down the steps from leahy s terrace prudently frauenzimmer 
and down the shelving shore flabbily their splayed feet sinking in 
the silted sand like me like algy coming down to our mighty mother 
number one swung lourdily her midwife s bag the other s gamp poked in 
the beach from the liberties out for the day mrs florence maccabe 
relict of the late patk maccabe deeply lamented of bride street one 
of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life creation from nothing 
what has she in the bag a misbirth with a trailing navelcord hushed 
in ruddy wool the cords of all link back strandentwining cable of 
all flesh that is why mystic monks will you be as gods gaze in your 
omphalos hello kinch here put me on to edenville aleph alpha 
nought nought one 
 
spouse and helpmate of adam kadmon heva naked eve she had no navel 
gaze belly without blemish bulging big a buckler of taut vellum 
no whiteheaped corn orient and immortal standing from everlasting to 
everlasting womb of sin 
 
wombed in sin darkness i was too made not begotten by them the man 
with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath 
they clasped and sundered did the coupler s will from before the ages 
he willed me and now may not will me away or ever a lex eterna stays 
about him is that then the divine substance wherein father and son are 
consubstantial where is poor dear arius to try conclusions warring 
his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality illstarred 
heresiarch in a greek watercloset he breathed his last euthanasia 
with beaded mitre and with crozier stalled upon his throne widower of 
a widowed see with upstiffed omophorion with clotted hinderparts 
 
airs romped round him nipping and eager airs they are coming waves 
the whitemaned seahorses champing brightwindbridled the steeds of 
mananaan 
 
i mustn t forget his letter for the press and after the ship half 
twelve by the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile 
 
yes i must 
 
his pace slackened here am i going to aunt sara s or not my 
consubstantial father s voice did you see anything of your artist 
brother stephen lately no sure he s not down in strasburg terrace with 
his aunt sally couldn t he fly a bit higher than that eh and and and 
and tell us stephen how is uncle si o weeping god the things i 
married into de boys up in de hayloft the drunken little costdrawer 
and his brother the cornet player highly respectable gondoliers and 
skeweyed walter sirring his father no less sir yes sir no sir 
jesus wept and no wonder by christ 
 
i pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage and wait they take 
me for a dun peer out from a coign of vantage 
 
 it s stephen sir 
 
 let him in let stephen in 
 
a bolt drawn back and walter welcomes me 
 
 we thought you were someone else 
 
in his broad bed nuncle richie pillowed and blanketed extends over the 
hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm cleanchested he has washed the 
upper moiety 
 
 morrow nephew 
 
he lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for 
the eyes of master goff and master shapland tandy filing consents and 
common searches and a writ of duces tecum a bogoak frame over his 
bald head wilde s requiescat the drone of his misleading whistle 
brings walter back 
 
 yes sir 
 
 malt for richie and stephen tell mother where is she 
 
 bathing crissie sir 
 
papa s little bedpal lump of love 
 
 no uncle richie 
 
 call me richie damn your lithia water it lowers whusky 
 
 uncle richie really 
 
 sit down or by the law harry i ll knock you down 
 
walter squints vainly for a chair 
 
 he has nothing to sit down on sir 
 
 he has nowhere to put it you mug bring in our chippendale chair 
would you like a bite of something none of your damned lawdeedaw airs 
here the rich of a rasher fried with a herring sure so much the 
better we have nothing in the house but backache pills 
 
 all erta 
 
he drones bars of ferrando s aria di sortita the grandest number 
stephen in the whole opera listen 
 
his tuneful whistle sounds again finely shaded with rushes of the air 
his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees 
 
this wind is sweeter 
 
houses of decay mine his and all you told the clongowes gentry you 
had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army come out of 
them stephen beauty is not there nor in the stagnant bay of marsh s 
library where you read the fading prophecies of joachim abbas for whom 
the hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close a hater of his kind 
ran from them to the wood of madness his mane foaming in the moon 
his eyeballs stars houyhnhnm horsenostrilled the oval equine 
faces temple buck mulligan foxy campbell lanternjaws abbas 
father furious dean what offence laid fire to their brains paff 
 descende calve ut ne amplius decalveris a garland of grey hair 
on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace 
 descende clutching a monstrance basiliskeyed get down baldpoll 
a choir gives back menace and echo assisting about the altar s horns 
the snorted latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs tonsured 
and oiled and gelded fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat 
 
and at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating 
it dringdring and two streets off another locking it into a pyx 
dringadring and in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own 
cheek dringdring down up forward back dan occam thought of that 
invincible doctor a misty english morning the imp hypostasis tickled 
his brain bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his 
second bell the first bell in the transept he is lifting his and 
rising heard now i am lifting their two bells he is kneeling twang 
in diphthong 
 
cousin stephen you will never be a saint isle of saints you were 
awfully holy weren t you you prayed to the blessed virgin that you 
might not have a red nose you prayed to the devil in serpentine avenue 
that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the 
wet street o si certo sell your soul for that do dyed rags pinned 
round a squaw more tell me more still on the top of the howth tram 
alone crying to the rain naked women naked women what about that 
eh 
 
what about what what else were they invented for 
 
reading two pages apiece of seven books every night eh i was young 
you bowed to yourself in the mirror stepping forward to applause 
earnestly striking face hurray for the goddamned idiot hray no one 
saw tell no one books you were going to write with letters for titles 
have you read his f o yes but i prefer q yes but w is wonderful o 
yes w remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves deeply 
deep copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the 
world including alexandria someone was to read them there after a few 
thousand years a mahamanvantara pico della mirandola like ay very 
like a whale when one reads these strange pages of one long gone one 
feels that one is at one with one who once 
 
the grainy sand had gone from under his feet his boots trod again 
a damp crackling mast razorshells squeaking pebbles that on the 
unnumbered pebbles beats wood sieved by the shipworm lost armada 
unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles breathing 
upward sewage breath a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a 
midden of man s ashes he coasted them walking warily a porterbottle 
stood up stogged to its waist in the cakey sand dough a sentinel 
isle of dreadful thirst broken hoops on the shore at the land a maze 
of dark cunning nets farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the 
higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts ringsend wigwams 
of brown steersmen and master mariners human shells 
 
he halted i have passed the way to aunt sara s am i not going there 
seems not no one about he turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand 
towards the pigeonhouse 
 
 qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position 
 
 c est le pigeon joseph 
 
patrice home on furlough lapped warm milk with me in the bar macmahon 
son of the wild goose kevin egan of paris my father s a bird he 
lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue plump bunny s 
face lap lapin he hopes to win in the gros lots about the nature 
of women he read in michelet but he must send me la vie de jesus by 
m leo taxil lent it to his friend 
 
 c est tordant vous savez moi je suis socialiste je ne crois pas 
en l existence de dieu faut pas le dire a mon p re 
 
 il croit 
 
 mon pere oui 
 
 schluss he laps 
 
my latin quarter hat god we simply must dress the character i want 
puce gloves you were a student weren t you of what in the other 
devil s name paysayenn p c n you know physiques chimiques et 
naturelles aha eating your groatsworth of mou en civet fleshpots 
of egypt elbowed by belching cabmen just say in the most natural 
tone when i was in paris boul mich i used to yes used to 
carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder 
somewhere justice on the night of the seventeenth of february the 
prisoner was seen by two witnesses other fellow did it other me 
hat tie overcoat nose lui c est moi you seem to have enjoyed 
yourself 
 
proudly walking whom were you trying to walk like forget a 
dispossessed with mother s money order eight shillings the banging 
door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher hunger 
toothache encore deux minutes look clock must get ferme hired 
dog shoot him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun bits man spattered 
walls all brass buttons bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back not 
hurt o that s all right shake hands see what i meant see o that s 
all right shake a shake o that s all only all right 
 
you were going to do wonders what missionary to europe after fiery 
columbanus fiacre and scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from 
their pintpots loudlatinlaughing euge euge pretending to speak 
broken english as you dragged your valise porter threepence across 
the slimy pier at newhaven comment rich booty you brought back le 
tutu five tattered numbers of pantalon blanc et culotte rouge a 
blue french telegram curiosity to show 
 
 mother dying come home father 
 
the aunt thinks you killed your mother that s why she won t 
 
 then here s a health to mulligan s aunt 
 and i ll tell you the reason why 
 she always kept things decent in 
 the hannigan famileye 
 
 
his feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows along by 
the boulders of the south wall he stared at them proudly piled stone 
mammoth skulls gold light on sea on sand on boulders the sun is 
there the slender trees the lemon houses 
 
paris rawly waking crude sunlight on her lemon streets moist pith of 
farls of bread the froggreen wormwood her matin incense court 
the air belluomo rises from the bed of his wife s lover s wife the 
kerchiefed housewife is astir a saucer of acetic acid in her hand in 
rodot s yvonne and madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties shattering 
with gold teeth chaussons of pastry their mouths yellowed with the 
 pus of flan breton faces of paris men go by their wellpleased 
pleasers curled conquistadores 
 
noon slumbers kevin egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers 
smeared with printer s ink sipping his green fairy as patrice his 
white about us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets un demi 
setier a jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron she serves me 
at his beck il est irlandais hollandais non fromage deux irlandais 
nous irlande vous savez ah oui she thought you wanted a cheese 
 hollandais your postprandial do you know that word postprandial 
there was a fellow i knew once in barcelona queer fellow used to call 
it his postprandial well slainte around the slabbed tables the 
tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges his breath hangs over our 
saucestained plates the green fairy s fang thrusting between his lips 
of ireland the dalcassians of hopes conspiracies of arthur griffith 
now a e pimander good shepherd of men to yoke me as his yokefellow 
our crimes our common cause you re your father s son i know the voice 
his fustian shirt sanguineflowered trembles its spanish tassels at 
his secrets m drumont famous journalist drumont know what he called 
queen victoria old hag with the yellow teeth vieille ogresse 
with the dents jaunes maud gonne beautiful woman la patrie m 
millevoye felix faure know how he died licentious men the froeken 
 bonne a tout faire who rubs male nakedness in the bath at upsala 
 moi faire she said tous les messieurs not this monsieur i 
said most licentious custom bath a most private thing i wouldn t let 
my brother not even my own brother most lascivious thing green eyes 
i see you fang i feel lascivious people 
 
the blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear loose 
tobaccoshreds catch fire a flame and acrid smoke light our corner raw 
facebones under his peep of day boy s hat how the head centre got away 
authentic version got up as a young bride man veil orangeblossoms 
drove out the road to malahide did faith of lost leaders the 
betrayed wild escapes disguises clutched at gone not here 
 
spurned lover i was a strapping young gossoon at that time i tell you 
i ll show you my likeness one day i was faith lover for her love he 
prowled with colonel richard burke tanist of his sept under the walls 
of clerkenwell and crouching saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward 
in the fog shattered glass and toppling masonry in gay paree he hides 
egan of paris unsought by any save by me making his day s stations 
the dingy printingcase his three taverns the montmartre lair he sleeps 
short night in rue de la goutte d or damascened with flyblown faces of 
the gone loveless landless wifeless she is quite nicey comfy 
without her outcast man madame in rue git le coeur canary and two 
buck lodgers peachy cheeks a zebra skirt frisky as a young thing s 
spurned and undespairing tell pat you saw me won t you i wanted to 
get poor pat a job one time mon fils soldier of france i taught him 
to sing the boys of kilkenny are stout roaring blades know that old 
lay i taught patrice that old kilkenny saint canice strongbow s 
castle on the nore goes like this o o he takes me napper tandy by 
the hand 
 
 o o the boys of 
 kilkenny 
 
 
weak wasting hand on mine they have forgotten kevin egan not he them 
remembering thee o sion 
 
he had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots 
the new air greeted him harping in wild nerves wind of wild air of 
seeds of brightness here i am not walking out to the kish lightship 
am i he stood suddenly his feet beginning to sink slowly in the 
quaking soil turn back 
 
turning he scanned the shore south his feet sinking again slowly 
in new sockets the cold domed room of the tower waits through the 
barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever slowly ever as my 
feet are sinking creeping duskward over the dial floor blue dusk 
nightfall deep blue night in the darkness of the dome they wait 
their pushedback chairs my obelisk valise around a board of abandoned 
platters who to clear it he has the key i will not sleep there when 
this night comes a shut door of a silent tower entombing their blind 
bodies the panthersahib and his pointer call no answer he lifted his 
feet up from the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders take 
all keep all my soul walks with me form of forms so in the moon s 
midwatches i pace the path above the rocks in sable silvered hearing 
elsinore s tempting flood 
 
the flood is following me i can watch it flow past from here get back 
then by the poolbeg road to the strand there he climbed over the sedge 
and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock resting his ashplant in a 
grike 
 
a bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack before him the 
gunwale of a boat sunk in sand un coche ensabl louis veuillot 
called gautier s prose these heavy sands are language tide and wind 
have silted here and these the stoneheaps of dead builders a warren 
of weasel rats hide gold there try it you have some sands and 
stones heavy of the past sir lout s toys mind you don t get one 
bang on the ear i m the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well 
boulders bones for my steppingstones feefawfum i zmellz de bloodz odz 
an iridzman 
 
a point live dog grew into sight running across the sweep of sand 
lord is he going to attack me respect his liberty you will not 
be master of others or their slave i have my stick sit tight from 
farther away walking shoreward across from the crested tide figures 
two the two maries they have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes 
peekaboo i see you no the dog he is running back to them who 
 
galleys of the lochlanns ran here to beach in quest of prey their 
bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf dane vikings 
torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when malachi wore the 
collar of gold a school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon 
spouting hobbling in the shallows then from the starving cagework city 
a horde of jerkined dwarfs my people with flayers knives running 
scaling hacking in green blubbery whalemeat famine plague and 
slaughters their blood is in me their lusts my waves i moved among 
them on the frozen liffey that i a changeling among the spluttering 
resin fires i spoke to no one none to me 
 
the dog s bark ran towards him stopped ran back dog of my enemy i 
just simply stood pale silent bayed about terribilia meditans a 
primrose doublet fortune s knave smiled on my fear for that are you 
pining the bark of their applause pretenders live their lives the 
bruce s brother thomas fitzgerald silken knight perkin warbeck 
york s false scion in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory wonder of 
a day and lambert simnel with a tail of nans and sutlers a scullion 
crowned all kings sons paradise of pretenders then and now he saved 
men from drowning and you shake at a cur s yelping but the courtiers 
who mocked guido in or san michele were in their own house house of 
we don t want any of your medieval abstrusiosities would you do what he 
did a boat would be near a lifebuoy nat rlich put there for you 
would you or would you not the man that was drowned nine days ago off 
maiden s rock they are waiting for him now the truth spit it out i 
would want to i would try i am not a strong swimmer water cold soft 
when i put my face into it in the basin at clongowes can t see who s 
behind me out quickly quickly do you see the tide flowing quickly in 
on all sides sheeting the lows of sand quickly shellcocoacoloured if 
i had land under my feet i want his life still to be his mine to be 
mine a drowning man his human eyes scream to me out of horror of his 
death i with him together down i could not save her waters 
bitter death lost 
 
a woman and a man i see her skirties pinned up i bet 
 
their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand trotting sniffing on 
all sides looking for something lost in a past life suddenly he made 
off like a bounding hare ears flung back chasing the shadow of a 
lowskimming gull the man s shrieked whistle struck his limp ears he 
turned bounded back came nearer trotted on twinkling shanks on a 
field tenney a buck trippant proper unattired at the lacefringe of 
the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs seawardpointed ears his 
snout lifted barked at the wavenoise herds of seamorse they serpented 
towards his feet curling unfurling many crests every ninth breaking 
plashing from far from farther out waves and waves 
 
cocklepickers they waded a little way in the water and stooping 
soused their bags and lifting them again waded out the dog yelped 
running to them reared up and pawed them dropping on all fours again 
reared up at them with mute bearish fawning unheeded he kept by them as 
they came towards the drier sand a rag of wolf s tongue redpanting from 
his jaws his speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a 
calf s gallop the carcass lay on his path he stopped sniffed stalked 
round it brother nosing closer went round it sniffling rapidly like 
a dog all over the dead dog s bedraggled fell dogskull dogsniff eyes 
on the ground moves to one great goal ah poor dogsbody here lies 
poor dogsbody s body 
 
 tatters out of that you mongrel 
 
the cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless 
kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand crouched in flight he 
slunk back in a curve doesn t see me along by the edge of the mole he 
lolloped dawdled smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed 
against it he trotted forward and lifting again his hindleg pissed 
quick short at an unsmelt rock the simple pleasures of the poor his 
hindpaws then scattered the sand then his forepaws dabbled and delved 
something he buried there his grandmother he rooted in the sand 
dabbling delving and stopped to listen to the air scraped up the sand 
again with a fury of his claws soon ceasing a pard a panther got in 
spousebreach vulturing the dead 
 
after he woke me last night same dream or was it wait open hallway 
street of harlots remember haroun al raschid i am almosting it that 
man led me spoke i was not afraid the melon he had he held against my 
face smiled creamfruit smell that was the rule said in come red 
carpet spread you will see who 
 
shouldering their bags they trudged the red egyptians his blued feet 
out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand a dull brick muffler 
strangling his unshaven neck with woman steps she followed the 
ruffian and his strolling mort spoils slung at her back loose sand and 
shellgrit crusted her bare feet about her windraw face hair trailed 
behind her lord his helpmate bing awast to romeville when night hides 
her body s flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway 
where dogs have mired her fancyman is treating two royal dublins in 
o loughlin s of blackpitts buss her wap in rogues rum lingo for o 
my dimber wapping dell a shefiend s whiteness under her rancid rags 
fumbally s lane that night the tanyard smells 
 
 white thy fambles red thy gan 
 and thy quarrons dainty is 
 couch a hogshead with me then 
 in the darkmans clip and kiss 
 
 
morose delectation aquinas tunbelly calls this frate porcospino 
unfallen adam rode and not rutted call away let him thy quarrons 
dainty is language no whit worse than his monkwords marybeads jabber 
on their girdles roguewords tough nuggets patter in their pockets 
 
passing now 
 
a side eye at my hamlet hat if i were suddenly naked here as i sit i 
am not across the sands of all the world followed by the sun s flaming 
sword to the west trekking to evening lands she trudges schlepps 
trains drags trascines her load a tide westering moondrawn in 
her wake tides myriadislanded within her blood not mine oinopa 
ponton a winedark sea behold the handmaid of the moon in sleep 
the wet sign calls her hour bids her rise bridebed childbed bed of 
death ghostcandled omnis caro ad te veniet he comes pale vampire 
through storm his eyes his bat sails bloodying the sea mouth to her 
mouth s kiss 
 
here put a pin in that chap will you my tablets mouth to her kiss 
 
no must be two of em glue em well mouth to her mouth s kiss 
 
his lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air mouth to her moomb 
oomb allwombing tomb his mouth moulded issuing breath unspeeched 
ooeeehah roar of cataractic planets globed blazing roaring 
wayawayawayawayaway paper the banknotes blast them old deasy s 
letter here thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off 
turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and 
scribbled words that s twice i forgot to take slips from the library 
counter 
 
his shadow lay over the rocks as he bent ending why not endless till 
the farthest star darkly they are there behind this light darkness 
shining in the brightness delta of cassiopeia worlds me sits there 
with his augur s rod of ash in borrowed sandals by day beside a livid 
sea unbeheld in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars 
i throw this ended shadow from me manshape ineluctable call it back 
endless would it be mine form of my form who watches me here who 
ever anywhere will read these written words signs on a white field 
somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice the good bishop of cloyne 
took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat veil of space with 
coloured emblems hatched on its field hold hard coloured on a flat 
yes that s right flat i see then think distance near far flat 
i see east back ah see now falls back suddenly frozen in 
stereoscope click does the trick you find my words dark darkness is 
in our souls do you not think flutier our souls shamewounded by our 
sins cling to us yet more a woman to her lover clinging the more the 
more 
 
she trusts me her hand gentle the longlashed eyes now where the blue 
hell am i bringing her beyond the veil into the ineluctable modality of 
the ineluctable visuality she she she what she the virgin at hodges 
figgis window on monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you 
were going to write keen glance you gave her wrist through the 
braided jesse of her sunshade she lives in leeson park with a grief 
and kickshaws a lady of letters talk that to someone else stevie a 
pickmeup bet she wears those curse of god stays suspenders and 
yellow stockings darned with lumpy wool talk about apple dumplings 
 piuttosto where are your wits 
 
touch me soft eyes soft soft soft hand i am lonely here o touch me 
soon now what is that word known to all men i am quiet here alone 
sad too touch touch me 
 
he lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks cramming the scribbled 
note and pencil into a pock his hat his hat down on his eyes that is 
kevin egan s movement i made nodding for his nap sabbath sleep et 
vidit deus et erant valde bona alo bonjour welcome as the flowers 
in may under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the 
southing sun i am caught in this burning scene pan s hour the faunal 
noon among gumheavy serpentplants milkoozing fruits where on the 
tawny waters leaves lie wide pain is far 
 
 and no more turn aside and brood 
 
his gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots a buck s castoffs 
 nebeneinander he counted the creases of rucked leather wherein 
another s foot had nested warm the foot that beat the ground in 
tripudium foot i dislove but you were delighted when esther osvalt s 
shoe went on you girl i knew in paris tiens quel petit pied 
staunch friend a brother soul wilde s love that dare not speak its 
name his arm cranly s arm he now will leave me and the blame as i 
am as i am all or not at all 
 
in long lassoes from the cock lake the water flowed full covering 
greengoldenly lagoons of sand rising flowing my ashplant will float 
away i shall wait no they will pass on passing chafing against the 
low rocks swirling passing better get this job over quick listen a 
fourworded wavespeech seesoo hrss rsseeiss ooos vehement breath of 
waters amid seasnakes rearing horses rocks in cups of rocks it slops 
flop slop slap bounded in barrels and spent its speech ceases it 
flows purling widely flowing floating foampool flower unfurling 
 
under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and 
sway reluctant arms hising up their petticoats in whispering water 
swaying and upturning coy silver fronds day by day night by night 
lifted flooded and let fall lord they are weary and whispered to 
they sigh saint ambrose heard it sigh of leaves and waves waiting 
awaiting the fullness of their times diebus ac noctibus iniurias 
patiens ingemiscit to no end gathered vainly then released 
forthflowing wending back loom of the moon weary too in sight of 
lovers lascivious men a naked woman shining in her courts she draws a 
toil of waters 
 
five fathoms out there full fathom five thy father lies at one he 
said found drowned high water at dublin bar driving before it a loose 
drift of rubble fanshoals of fishes silly shells a corpse rising 
saltwhite from the undertow bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward 
there he is hook it quick pull sunk though he be beneath the watery 
floor we have him easy now 
 
bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine a quiver of minnows fat of a 
spongy titbit flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly 
god becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed 
mountain dead breaths i living breathe tread dead dust devour a 
urinous offal from all dead hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes 
upward the stench of his green grave his leprous nosehole snoring to 
the sun 
 
a seachange this brown eyes saltblue seadeath mildest of all deaths 
known to man old father ocean prix de paris beware of imitations 
just you give it a fair trial we enjoyed ourselves immensely 
 
come i thirst clouding over no black clouds anywhere are there 
thunderstorm allbright he falls proud lightning of the intellect 
 lucifer dico qui nescit occasum no my cockle hat and staff and 
hismy sandal shoon where to evening lands evening will find itself 
 
he took the hilt of his ashplant lunging with it softly dallying 
still yes evening will find itself in me without me all days make 
their end by the way next when is it tuesday will be the longest 
day of all the glad new year mother the rum tum tiddledy tum lawn 
tennyson gentleman poet gi for the old hag with the yellow teeth 
and monsieur drumont gentleman journalist gi my teeth are very 
bad why i wonder feel that one is going too shells ought i go to a 
dentist i wonder with that money that one this toothless kinch the 
superman why is that i wonder or does it mean something perhaps 
 
my handkerchief he threw it i remember did i not take it up 
 
his hand groped vainly in his pockets no i didn t better buy one 
 
he laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock 
carefully for the rest let look who will 
 
behind perhaps there is someone 
 
he turned his face over a shoulder rere regardant moving through the 
air high spars of a threemaster her sails brailed up on the crosstrees 
homing upstream silently moving a silent ship 
 
 
 
 
 ii 
 
mr leopold bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls 
he liked thick giblet soup nutty gizzards a stuffed roast heart 
liverslices fried with crustcrumbs fried hencods roes most of all 
he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of 
faintly scented urine 
 
kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly righting 
her breakfast things on the humpy tray gelid light and air were in the 
kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere made him feel 
a bit peckish 
 
the coals were reddening 
 
another slice of bread and butter three four right she didn t like 
her plate full right he turned from the tray lifted the kettle off 
the hob and set it sideways on the fire it sat there dull and squat 
its spout stuck out cup of tea soon good mouth dry the cat walked 
stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high 
 
 mkgnao 
 
 o there you are mr bloom said turning from the fire 
 
the cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the 
table mewing just how she stalks over my writingtable prr scratch my 
head prr 
 
mr bloom watched curiously kindly the lithe black form clean to see 
the gloss of her sleek hide the white button under the butt of her 
tail the green flashing eyes he bent down to her his hands on his 
knees 
 
 milk for the pussens he said 
 
 mrkgnao the cat cried 
 
they call them stupid they understand what we say better than we 
understand them she understands all she wants to vindictive too 
cruel her nature curious mice never squeal seem to like it wonder 
what i look like to her height of a tower no she can jump me 
 
 afraid of the chickens she is he said mockingly afraid of the 
chookchooks i never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens 
 
cruel her nature curious mice never squeal seem to like it 
 
 mrkrgnao the cat said loudly 
 
she blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes mewing plaintively 
and long showing him her milkwhite teeth he watched the dark eyeslits 
narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones then he went to 
the dresser took the jug hanlon s milkman had just filled for him 
poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor 
 
 gurrhr she cried running to lap 
 
he watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped 
three times and licked lightly wonder is it true if you clip them they 
can t mouse after why they shine in the dark perhaps the tips or 
kind of feelers in the dark perhaps 
 
he listened to her licking lap ham and eggs no no good eggs with this 
drouth want pure fresh water thursday not a good day either for a 
mutton kidney at buckley s fried with butter a shake of pepper better 
a pork kidney at dlugacz s while the kettle is boiling she lapped 
slower then licking the saucer clean why are their tongues so rough 
to lap better all porous holes nothing she can eat he glanced round 
him no 
 
on quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall paused by 
the bedroom door she might like something tasty thin bread and butter 
she likes in the morning still perhaps once in a way 
 
he said softly in the bare hall 
 
 i m going round the corner be back in a minute 
 
and when he had heard his voice say it he added 
 
 you don t want anything for breakfast 
 
a sleepy soft grunt answered 
 
 mn 
 
no she didn t want anything he heard then a warm heavy sigh softer 
as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled 
must get those settled really pity all the way from gibraltar 
forgotten any little spanish she knew wonder what her father gave for 
it old style ah yes of course bought it at the governor s auction 
got a short knock hard as nails at a bargain old tweedy yes sir at 
plevna that was i rose from the ranks sir and i m proud of it 
still he had brains enough to make that corner in stamps now that was 
farseeing 
 
his hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat 
and his lost property office secondhand waterproof stamps stickyback 
pictures daresay lots of officers are in the swim too course they do 
the sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely plasto s 
high grade ha he peeped quickly inside the leather headband white slip 
of paper quite safe 
 
on the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey not there 
in the trousers i left off must get it potato i have creaky wardrobe 
no use disturbing her she turned over sleepily that time he pulled 
the halldoor to after him very quietly more till the footleaf dropped 
gently over the threshold a limp lid looked shut all right till i 
come back anyhow 
 
he crossed to the bright side avoiding the loose cellarflap of number 
seventyfive the sun was nearing the steeple of george s church be a 
warm day i fancy specially in these black clothes feel it more black 
conducts reflects refracts is it the heat but i couldn t go in 
that light suit make a picnic of it his eyelids sank quietly often as 
he walked in happy warmth boland s breadvan delivering with trays our 
daily but she prefers yesterday s loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot 
makes you feel young somewhere in the east early morning set off at 
dawn travel round in front of the sun steal a day s march on him keep 
it up for ever never grow a day older technically walk along a strand 
strange land come to a city gate sentry there old ranker too old 
tweedy s big moustaches leaning on a long kind of a spear wander 
through awned streets turbaned faces going by dark caves of carpet 
shops big man turko the terrible seated crosslegged smoking a coiled 
pipe cries of sellers in the streets drink water scented with fennel 
sherbet dander along all day might meet a robber or two well 
meet him getting on to sundown the shadows of the mosques among the 
pillars priest with a scroll rolled up a shiver of the trees signal 
the evening wind i pass on fading gold sky a mother watches me from 
her doorway she calls her children home in their dark language high 
wall beyond strings twanged night sky moon violet colour of molly s 
new garters strings listen a girl playing one of those instruments 
what do you call them dulcimers i pass 
 
probably not a bit like it really kind of stuff you read in the track 
of the sun sunburst on the titlepage he smiled pleasing himself what 
arthur griffith said about the headpiece over the freeman leader a 
homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank 
of ireland he prolonged his pleased smile ikey touch that homerule 
sun rising up in the north west 
 
he approached larry o rourke s from the cellar grating floated up the 
flabby gush of porter through the open doorway the bar squirted out 
whiffs of ginger teadust biscuitmush good house however just the 
end of the city traffic for instance m auley s down there n g as 
position of course if they ran a tramline along the north circular from 
the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot 
 
baldhead over the blind cute old codger no use canvassing him for an 
ad still he knows his own business best there he is sure enough my 
bold larry leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching 
the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket simon dedalus takes him 
off to a tee with his eyes screwed up do you know what i m going to 
tell you what s that mr o rourke do you know what the russians 
they d only be an eight o clock breakfast for the japanese 
 
stop and say a word about the funeral perhaps sad thing about poor 
dignam mr o rourke 
 
turning into dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the 
doorway 
 
 good day mr o rourke 
 
 good day to you 
 
 lovely weather sir 
 
 tis all that 
 
where do they get the money coming up redheaded curates from the county 
leitrim rinsing empties and old man in the cellar then lo and behold 
they blossom out as adam findlaters or dan tallons then thin of the 
competition general thirst good puzzle would be cross dublin without 
passing a pub save it they can t off the drunks perhaps put down 
three and carry five what is that a bob here and there dribs and 
drabs on the wholesale orders perhaps doing a double shuffle with the 
town travellers square it you with the boss and we ll split the job 
see 
 
how much would that tot to off the porter in the month say ten barrels 
of stuff say he got ten per cent off o more fifteen he passed saint 
joseph s national school brats clamour windows open fresh air 
helps memory or a lilt ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee 
doubleyou boys are they yes inishturk inishark inishboffin at 
their joggerfry mine slieve bloom 
 
he halted before dlugacz s window staring at the hanks of sausages 
polonies black and white fifteen multiplied by the figures whitened 
in his mind unsolved displeased he let them fade the shiny links 
packed with forcemeat fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the 
lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs blood 
 
a kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish the last he 
stood by the nextdoor girl at the counter would she buy it too calling 
the items from a slip in her hand chapped washingsoda and a pound and 
a half of denny s sausages his eyes rested on her vigorous hips 
woods his name is wonder what he does wife is oldish new blood 
no followers allowed strong pair of arms whacking a carpet on the 
clothesline she does whack it by george the way her crooked skirt 
swings at each whack 
 
the ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with 
blotchy fingers sausagepink sound meat there like a stallfed heifer 
 
he took a page up from the pile of cut sheets the model farm at 
kinnereth on the lakeshore of tiberias can become ideal winter 
sanatorium moses montefiore i thought he was farmhouse wall round 
it blurred cattle cropping he held the page from him interesting 
read it nearer the title the blurred cropping cattle the page 
rustling a young white heifer those mornings in the cattlemarket the 
beasts lowing in their pens branded sheep flop and fall of dung the 
breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter slapping a palm 
on a ripemeated hindquarter there s a prime one unpeeled switches in 
their hands he held the page aslant patiently bending his senses and 
his will his soft subject gaze at rest the crooked skirt swinging 
whack by whack by whack 
 
the porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile wrapped up her prime 
sausages and made a red grimace 
 
 now my miss he said 
 
she tendered a coin smiling boldly holding her thick wrist out 
 
 thank you my miss and one shilling threepence change for you 
please 
 
mr bloom pointed quickly to catch up and walk behind her if she went 
slowly behind her moving hams pleasant to see first thing in the 
morning hurry up damn it make hay while the sun shines she stood 
outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right he 
sighed down his nose they never understand sodachapped hands crusted 
toenails too brown scapulars in tatters defending her both ways 
the sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast for 
another a constable off duty cuddling her in eccles lane they like 
them sizeable prime sausage o please mr policeman i m lost in the 
wood 
 
 threepence please 
 
his hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket 
then it fetched up three coins from his trousers pocket and laid them 
on the rubber prickles they lay were read quickly and quickly slid 
disc by disc into the till 
 
 thank you sir another time 
 
a speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him he withdrew his gaze 
after an instant no better not another time 
 
 good morning he said moving away 
 
 good morning sir 
 
no sign gone what matter 
 
he walked back along dorset street reading gravely agendath netaim 
planters company to purchase waste sandy tracts from turkish 
government and plant with eucalyptus trees excellent for shade fuel 
and construction orangegroves and immense melonfields north of jaffa 
you pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives 
oranges almonds or citrons olives cheaper oranges need artificial 
irrigation every year you get a sending of the crop your name entered 
for life as owner in the book of the union can pay ten down and the 
balance in yearly instalments bleibtreustrasse berlin w 
 
nothing doing still an idea behind it 
 
he looked at the cattle blurred in silver heat silverpowdered 
olivetrees quiet long days pruning ripening olives are packed in 
jars eh i have a few left from andrews molly spitting them out knows 
the taste of them now oranges in tissue paper packed in crates citrons 
too wonder is poor citron still in saint kevin s parade and mastiansky 
with the old cither pleasant evenings we had then molly in citron s 
basketchair nice to hold cool waxen fruit hold in the hand lift it 
to the nostrils and smell the perfume like that heavy sweet wild 
perfume always the same year after year they fetched high prices too 
moisel told me arbutus place pleasants street pleasant old times 
must be without a flaw he said coming all that way spain gibraltar 
mediterranean the levant crates lined up on the quayside at jaffa 
chap ticking them off in a book navvies handling them barefoot in 
soiled dungarees there s whatdoyoucallhim out of how do you doesn t 
see chap you know just to salute bit of a bore his back is like that 
norwegian captain s wonder if i ll meet him today watering cart to 
provoke the rain on earth as it is in heaven 
 
a cloud began to cover the sun slowly wholly grey far 
 
no not like that a barren land bare waste vulcanic lake the dead 
sea no fish weedless sunk deep in the earth no wind could lift those 
waves grey metal poisonous foggy waters brimstone they called it 
raining down the cities of the plain sodom gomorrah edom all dead 
names a dead sea in a dead land grey and old old now it bore the 
oldest the first race a bent hag crossed from cassidy s clutching a 
naggin bottle by the neck the oldest people wandered far away over 
all the earth captivity to captivity multiplying dying being born 
everywhere it lay there now now it could bear no more dead an old 
woman s the grey sunken cunt of the world 
 
desolation 
 
grey horror seared his flesh folding the page into his pocket he turned 
into eccles street hurrying homeward cold oils slid along his veins 
chilling his blood age crusting him with a salt cloak well i am here 
now yes i am here now morning mouth bad images got up wrong side of 
the bed must begin again those sandow s exercises on the hands down 
blotchy brown brick houses number eighty still unlet why is that 
valuation is only twenty eight towers battersby north macarthur 
parlour windows plastered with bills plasters on a sore eye to smell 
the gentle smoke of tea fume of the pan sizzling butter be near her 
ample bedwarmed flesh yes yes 
 
quick warm sunlight came running from berkeley road swiftly in slim 
sandals along the brightening footpath runs she runs to meet me a 
girl with gold hair on the wind 
 
two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor he stooped and gathered 
them mrs marion bloom his quickened heart slowed at once bold hand 
mrs marion 
 
 poldy 
 
entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm 
yellow twilight towards her tousled head 
 
 who are the letters for 
 
he looked at them mullingar milly 
 
 a letter for me from milly he said carefully and a card to you and 
a letter for you 
 
he laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her 
knees 
 
 do you want the blind up 
 
letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her 
glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow 
 
 that do he asked turning 
 
she was reading the card propped on her elbow 
 
 she got the things she said 
 
he waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back 
slowly with a snug sigh 
 
 hurry up with that tea she said i m parched 
 
 the kettle is boiling he said 
 
but he delayed to clear the chair her striped petticoat tossed soiled 
linen and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed 
 
as he went down the kitchen stairs she called 
 
 poldy 
 
 what 
 
 scald the teapot 
 
on the boil sure enough a plume of steam from the spout he scalded and 
rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea tilting the 
kettle then to let the water flow in having set it to draw he took off 
the kettle crushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched the lump 
of butter slide and melt while he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed 
hungrily against him give her too much meat she won t mouse say they 
won t eat pork kosher here he let the bloodsmeared paper fall to 
her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce pepper he 
sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup 
 
then he slit open his letter glancing down the page and over thanks 
new tam mr coghlan lough owel picnic young student blazes boylan s 
seaside girls 
 
the tea was drawn he filled his own moustachecup sham crown 
 
derby smiling silly milly s birthday gift only five she was then no 
wait four i gave her the amberoid necklace she broke putting pieces 
of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her he smiled pouring 
 
 o milly bloom you are my darling 
 you are my lookingglass from night to morning 
 i d rather have you without a farthing 
 than katey keogh with her ass and garden 
 
 
poor old professor goodwin dreadful old case still he was a courteous 
old chap oldfashioned way he used to bow molly off the platform and 
the little mirror in his silk hat the night milly brought it into 
the parlour o look what i found in professor goodwin s hat all we 
laughed sex breaking out even then pert little piece she was 
 
he prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over then fitted the 
teapot on the tray its hump bumped as he took it up everything on 
it bread and butter four sugar spoon her cream yes he carried it 
upstairs his thumb hooked in the teapot handle 
 
nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on 
the chair by the bedhead 
 
 what a time you were she said 
 
she set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly an elbow on 
the pillow he looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft 
bubs sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat s udder the warmth 
of her couched body rose on the air mingling with the fragrance of the 
tea she poured 
 
a strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow in the 
act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread 
 
 who was the letter from he asked 
 
bold hand marion 
 
 o boylan she said he s bringing the programme 
 
 what are you singing 
 
 la ci darem with j c doyle she said and love s old sweet song 
 
her full lips drinking smiled rather stale smell that incense leaves 
next day like foul flowerwater 
 
 would you like the window open a little 
 
she doubled a slice of bread into her mouth asking 
 
 what time is the funeral 
 
 eleven i think he answered i didn t see the paper 
 
following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled 
drawers from the bed no then a twisted grey garter looped round a 
stocking rumpled shiny sole 
 
 no that book 
 
other stocking her petticoat 
 
 it must have fell down she said 
 
he felt here and there voglio e non vorrei wonder if she pronounces 
that right voglio not in the bed must have slid down he stooped 
and lifted the valance the book fallen sprawled against the bulge of 
the orangekeyed chamberpot 
 
 show here she said i put a mark in it there s a word i wanted to 
ask you 
 
she swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and 
having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket began to search the 
text with the hairpin till she reached the word 
 
 met him what he asked 
 
 here she said what does that mean 
 
he leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail 
 
 metempsychosis 
 
 yes who s he when he s at home 
 
 metempsychosis he said frowning it s greek from the greek that 
means the transmigration of souls 
 
 o rocks she said tell us in plain words 
 
he smiled glancing askance at her mocking eyes the same young eyes 
the first night after the charades dolphin s barn he turned over 
the smudged pages ruby the pride of the ring hello illustration 
fierce italian with carriagewhip must be ruby pride of the on the floor 
naked sheet kindly lent the monster maffei desisted and flung his 
victim from him with an oath cruelty behind it all doped animals 
trapeze at hengler s had to look the other way mob gaping break your 
neck and we ll break our sides families of them bone them young so 
they metamspychosis that we live after death our souls that a man s 
soul after he dies dignam s soul 
 
 did you finish it he asked 
 
 yes she said there s nothing smutty in it is she in love with the 
first fellow all the time 
 
 never read it do you want another 
 
 yes get another of paul de kock s nice name he has 
 
she poured more tea into her cup watching it flow sideways 
 
must get that capel street library book renewed or they ll write to 
kearney my guarantor reincarnation that s the word 
 
 some people believe he said that we go on living in another body 
after death that we lived before they call it reincarnation that 
we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other 
planet they say we have forgotten it some say they remember their past 
lives 
 
the sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea bette remind 
her of the word metempsychosis an example would be better an example 
 
the bath of the nymph over the bed given away with the easter number 
of photo bits splendid masterpiece in art colours tea before you 
put milk in not unlike her with her hair down slimmer three and six 
i gave for the frame she said it would look nice over the bed naked 
nymphs greece and for instance all the people that lived then 
 
he turned the pages back 
 
 metempsychosis he said is what the ancient greeks called it they 
used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree for 
instance what they called nymphs for example 
 
her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar she gazed straight before her 
inhaling through her arched nostrils 
 
 there s a smell of burn she said did you leave anything on the fire 
 
 the kidney he cried suddenly 
 
he fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and stubbing his toes 
against the broken commode hurried out towards the smell stepping 
hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork s legs pungent smoke shot 
up in an angry jet from a side of the pan by prodding a prong of the 
fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back 
only a little burnt he tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the 
scanty brown gravy trickle over it 
 
cup of tea now he sat down cut and buttered a slice of the loaf 
he shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat then he put a 
forkful into his mouth chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant 
meat done to a turn a mouthful of tea then he cut away dies of bread 
sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth what was that about 
some young student and a picnic he creased out the letter at his side 
reading it slowly as he chewed sopping another die of bread in the 
gravy and raising it to his mouth 
 
dearest papli 
 
thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present it suits me 
splendid everyone says i am quite the belle in my new tam i got 
mummy s iovely box of creams and am writing they are lovely i am 
getting on swimming in the photo business now mr coghlan took one of me 
and mrs will send when developed we did great biz yesterday fair day 
and all the beef to the heels were in we are going to lough owel on 
monday with a few friends to make a scrap picnic give my love to 
mummy and to yourself a big kiss and thanks i hear them at the piano 
downstairs there is to be a concert in the greville arms on saturday 
there is a young student comes here some evenings named bannon his 
cousins or something are big swells and he sings boylan s i was on the 
pop of writing blazes boylan s song about those seaside girls tell him 
silly milly sends my best respects i must now close with fondest love 
 
your fond daughter milly 
 
p s excuse bad writing am in hurry byby m 
 
fifteen yesterday curious fifteenth of the month too her first 
birthday away from home separation remember the summer morning she 
was born running to knock up mrs thornton in denzille street jolly old 
woman lot of babies she must have helped into the world she knew from 
the first poor little rudy wouldn t live well god is good sir she 
knew at once he would be eleven now if he had lived 
 
his vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript excuse bad writing 
hurry piano downstairs coming out of her shell row with her in the 
xl cafe about the bracelet wouldn t eat her cakes or speak or look 
saucebox he sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after 
piece of kidney twelve and six a week not much still she might do 
worse music hall stage young student he drank a draught of cooler tea 
to wash down his meal then he read the letter again twice 
 
o well she knows how to mind herself but if not no nothing has 
happened of course it might wait in any case till it does a wild 
piece of goods her slim legs running up the staircase destiny 
ripening now 
 
vain very 
 
he smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window day i caught 
her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red anemic a little 
was given milk too long on the erin s king that day round the kish 
damned old tub pitching about not a bit funky her pale blue scarf 
loose in the wind with her hair all dimpled cheeks and curls your 
head it simply swirls 
 
 
seaside girls torn envelope hands stuck in his trousers pockets 
jarvey off for the day singing friend of the family swurls he says 
pier with lamps summer evening band 
 
 those girls those girls 
 those lovely seaside girls 
 
 
milly too young kisses the first far away now past mrs marion 
reading lying back now counting the strands of her hair smiling 
braiding 
 
a soft qualm regret flowed down his backbone increasing will happen 
yes prevent useless can t move girl s sweet light lips will happen 
too he felt the flowing qualm spread over him useless to move now 
lips kissed kissing kissed full gluey woman s lips 
 
better where she is down there away occupy her wanted a dog to pass 
the time might take a trip down there august bank holiday only two 
and six return six weeks off however might work a press pass or 
through m coy 
 
the cat having cleaned all her fur returned to the meatstained paper 
nosed at it and stalked to the door she looked back at him mewing 
wants to go out wait before a door sometime it will open let her wait 
has the fidgets electric thunder in the air was washing at her ear 
with her back to the fire too 
 
he felt heavy full then a gentle loosening of his bowels he stood up 
undoing the waistband of his trousers the cat mewed to him 
 
 miaow he said in answer wait till i m ready 
 
heaviness hot day coming too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the 
landing 
 
a paper he liked to read at stool hope no ape comes knocking just as 
i m 
 
in the tabledrawer he found an old number of titbits he folded it 
under his armpit went to the door and opened it the cat went up in 
soft bounds ah wanted to go upstairs curl up in a ball on the bed 
 
listening he heard her voice 
 
 come come pussy come 
 
he went out through the backdoor into the garden stood to listen 
towards the next garden no sound perhaps hanging clothes out to dry 
the maid was in the garden fine morning 
 
he bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall 
make a summerhouse here scarlet runners virginia creepers want to 
manure the whole place over scabby soil a coat of liver of sulphur 
all soil like that without dung household slops loam what is this 
that is the hens in the next garden their droppings are very good top 
dressing best of all though are the cattle especially when they are 
fed on those oilcakes mulch of dung best thing to clean ladies kid 
gloves dirty cleans ashes too reclaim the whole place grow peas in 
that corner there lettuce always have fresh greens then still gardens 
have their drawbacks that bee or bluebottle here whitmonday 
 
he walked on where is my hat by the way must have put it back on the 
peg or hanging up on the floor funny i don t remember that hallstand 
too full four umbrellas her raincloak picking up the letters 
drago s shopbell ringing queer i was just thinking that moment brown 
brillantined hair over his collar just had a wash and brushup wonder 
have i time for a bath this morning tara street chap in the paybox 
there got away james stephens they say o brien 
 
deep voice that fellow dlugacz has agendath what is it now my miss 
enthusiast 
 
he kicked open the crazy door of the jakes better be careful not to get 
these trousers dirty for the funeral he went in bowing his head 
under the low lintel leaving the door ajar amid the stench of mouldy 
limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces before sitting down he 
peered through a chink up at the nextdoor windows the king was in his 
countinghouse nobody 
 
asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper turning its pages over 
on his bared knees something new and easy no great hurry keep it a 
bit our prize titbit matcham s masterstroke written by mr philip 
beaufoy playgoers club london payment at the rate of one guinea 
a column has been made to the writer three and a half three pounds 
three three pounds thirteen and six 
 
quietly he read restraining himself the first column and yielding but 
resisting began the second midway his last resistance yielding he 
allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read reading still 
patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone hope it s 
not too big bring on piles again no just right so ah costive one 
tabloid of cascara sagrada life might be so it did not move or touch 
him but it was something quick and neat print anything now silly 
season he read on seated calm above his own rising smell neat 
certainly matcham often thinks of the masterstroke by which he won the 
laughing witch who now begins and ends morally hand in hand smart 
he glanced back through what he had read and while feeling his water 
flow quietly he envied kindly mr beaufoy who had written it and 
received payment of three pounds thirteen and six 
 
might manage a sketch by mr and mrs l m bloom invent a story for 
some proverb which time i used to try jotting down on my cuff what she 
said dressing dislike dressing together nicked myself shaving biting 
her nether lip hooking the placket of her skirt timing her l 
did roberts pay you yet what had gretta conroy on what 
possessed me to buy this comb i m swelled after that cabbage a 
speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot 
 
rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf morning 
after the bazaar dance when may s band played ponchielli s dance of the 
hours explain that morning hours noon then evening coming on then 
night hours washing her teeth that was the first night her head 
dancing her fansticks clicking is that boylan well off he has money 
why i noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing no use 
humming then allude to it strange kind of music that last night the 
mirror was in shadow she rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen 
vest against her full wagging bub peering into it lines in her eyes 
it wouldn t pan out somehow 
 
evening hours girls in grey gauze night hours then black with daggers 
and eyemasks poetical idea pink then golden then grey then black 
still true to life also day then the night 
 
he tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it 
then he girded up his trousers braced and buttoned himself he pulled 
back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom 
into the air 
 
in the bright light lightened and cooled in limb he eyed carefully his 
black trousers the ends the knees the houghs of the knees what time 
is the funeral better find out in the paper 
 
a creak and a dark whirr in the air high up the bells of george s 
church they tolled the hour loud dark iron 
 
 heigho heigho 
 heigho heigho 
 heigho heigho 
 
 
quarter to there again the overtone following through the air third 
 
poor dignam 
 
 
by lorries along sir john rogerson s quay mr bloom walked soberly past 
windmill lane leask s the linseed crusher the postal telegraph office 
could have given that address too and past the sailors home he turned 
from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through lime street 
by brady s cottages a boy for the skins lolled his bucket of offal 
linked smoking a chewed fagbutt a smaller girl with scars of eczema 
on her forehead eyed him listlessly holding her battered caskhoop tell 
him if he smokes he won t grow o let him his life isn t such a bed of 
roses waiting outside pubs to bring da home come home to ma da 
slack hour won t be many there he crossed townsend street passed 
the frowning face of bethel el yes house of aleph beth and past 
nichols the undertaker at eleven it is time enough daresay corny 
kelleher bagged the job for o neill s singing with his eyes shut 
corny met her once in the park in the dark what a lark police tout 
her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay 
o surely he bagged it bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall with my 
tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom 
 
 
in westland row he halted before the window of the belfast and oriental 
tea company and read the legends of leadpapered packets choice blend 
finest quality family tea rather warm tea must get some from tom 
kernan couldn t ask him at a funeral though while his eyes still read 
blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his 
right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair very warm morning 
under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather 
headband inside his high grade ha just there his right hand came down 
into the bowl of his hat his fingers found quickly a card behind the 
headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket 
 
so warm his right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and 
hair then he put on his hat again relieved and read again choice 
blend made of the finest ceylon brands the far east lovely spot it 
must be the garden of the world big lazy leaves to float about on 
cactuses flowery meads snaky lianas they call them wonder is it like 
that those cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in dolce far niente 
not doing a hand s turn all day sleep six months out of twelve too hot 
to quarrel influence of the climate lethargy flowers of idleness the 
air feeds most azotes hothouse in botanic gardens sensitive plants 
waterlilies petals too tired to sleeping sickness in the air walk on 
roseleaves imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel where was the chap 
i saw in that picture somewhere ah yes in the dead sea floating on his 
back reading a book with a parasol open couldn t sink if you tried so 
thick with salt because the weight of the water no the weight of 
the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what or is it the 
volume is equal to the weight it s a law something like that vance in 
high school cracking his fingerjoints teaching the college curriculum 
cracking curriculum what is weight really when you say the weight 
thirtytwo feet per second per second law of falling bodies per second 
per second they all fall to the ground the earth it s the force of 
gravity of the earth is the weight 
 
he turned away and sauntered across the road how did she walk with her 
sausages like that something as he walked he took the folded freeman 
from his sidepocket unfolded it rolled it lengthwise in a baton and 
tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg careless air 
just drop in to see per second per second per second for every second 
it means from the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of 
the postoffice too late box post here no one in 
 
he handed the card through the brass grill 
 
 are there any letters for me he asked 
 
while the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting 
poster with soldiers of all arms on parade and held the tip of his 
baton against his nostrils smelling freshprinted rag paper no answer 
probably went too far last time 
 
the postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a 
letter he thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope 
 
henry flower esq c o p o westland row city 
 
answered anyhow he slipped card and letter into his sidepocket 
reviewing again the soldiers on parade where s old tweedy s regiment 
castoff soldier there bearskin cap and hackle plume no he s a 
grenadier pointed cuffs there he is royal dublin fusiliers redcoats 
too showy that must be why the women go after them uniform easier to 
enlist and drill maud gonne s letter about taking them off o connell 
street at night disgrace to our irish capital griffith s paper is on 
the same tack now an army rotten with venereal disease overseas or 
halfseasover empire half baked they look hypnotised like eyes front 
mark time table able bed ed the king s own never see him dressed 
up as a fireman or a bobby a mason yes 
 
he strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right talk as if 
that would mend matters his hand went into his pocket and a forefinger 
felt its way under the flap of the envelope ripping it open in jerks 
women will pay a lot of heed i don t think his fingers drew forth the 
letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket something 
pinned on photo perhaps hair no 
 
m coy get rid of him quickly take me out of my way hate company when 
you 
 
 hello bloom where are you off to 
 
 hello m coy nowhere in particular 
 
 how s the body 
 
 fine how are you 
 
 just keeping alive m coy said 
 
his eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect 
 
 is there any no trouble i hope i see you re 
 
 o no mr bloom said poor dignam you know the funeral is today 
 
 to be sure poor fellow so it is what time 
 
a photo it isn t a badge maybe 
 
 e eleven mr bloom answered 
 
 i must try to get out there m coy said eleven is it i only heard 
it last night who was telling me holohan you know hoppy 
 
 i know 
 
mr bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door 
of the grosvenor the porter hoisted the valise up on the well she 
stood still waiting while the man husband brother like her 
searched his pockets for change stylish kind of coat with that roll 
collar warm for a day like this looks like blanketcloth careless 
stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets like that haughty 
creature at the polo match women all for caste till you touch the spot 
handsome is and handsome does reserved about to yield the honourable 
mrs and brutus is an honourable man possess her once take the starch 
out of her 
 
 i was with bob doran he s on one of his periodical bends and what do 
you call him bantam lyons just down there in conway s we were 
 
doran lyons in conway s she raised a gloved hand to her hair in came 
hoppy having a wet drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath 
his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare the 
braided drums clearly i can see today moisture about gives long sight 
perhaps talking of one thing or another lady s hand which side will 
she get up 
 
 and he said sad thing about our poor friend paddy what paddy i 
said poor little paddy dignam he said 
 
off to the country broadstone probably high brown boots with laces 
dangling wellturned foot what is he foostering over that change for 
sees me looking eye out for other fellow always good fallback two 
strings to her bow 
 
 why i said what s wrong with him i said 
 
proud rich silk stockings 
 
 yes mr bloom said 
 
he moved a little to the side of m coy s talking head getting up in a 
minute 
 
 what s wrong with him he said he s dead he said and faith 
he filled up is it paddy dignam i said i couldn t believe it when i 
heard it i was with him no later than friday last or thursday was it in 
the arch yes he said he s gone he died on monday poor fellow 
watch watch silk flash rich stockings white watch 
 
a heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between 
 
lost it curse your noisy pugnose feels locked out of it paradise and 
the peri always happening like that the very moment girl in eustace 
street hallway monday was it settling her garter her friend covering 
the display of esprit de corps well what are you gaping at 
 
 yes yes mr bloom said after a dull sigh another gone 
 
 one of the best m coy said 
 
the tram passed they drove off towards the loop line bridge her rich 
gloved hand on the steel grip flicker flicker the laceflare of her 
hat in the sun flicker flick 
 
 wife well i suppose m coy s changed voice said 
 
 o yes mr bloom said tiptop thanks 
 
he unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly 
 
 what is home without plumtree s potted meat incomplete with it an 
abode of bliss 
 
 my missus has just got an engagement at least it s not settled yet 
 
valise tack again by the way no harm i m off that thanks 
 
mr bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness 
 
 my wife too he said she s going to sing at a swagger affair in the 
ulster hall belfast on the twenty fifth 
 
 that so m coy said glad to hear that old man who s getting it up 
 
mrs marion bloom not up yet queen was in her bedroom eating bread and 
no book blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens dark lady 
and fair man letter cat furry black ball torn strip of envelope 
 
 love s 
 old 
 sweet 
 song 
 comes lo ove s old 
 
 it s a kind of a tour don t you see mr bloom said thoughtfully 
 sweeeet song there s a committee formed part shares and part 
profits 
 
m coy nodded picking at his moustache stubble 
 
 o well he said that s good news 
 
he moved to go 
 
 well glad to see you looking fit he said meet you knocking around 
 
 yes mr bloom said 
 
 tell you what m coy said you might put down my name at the funeral 
will you i d like to go but i mightn t be able you see there s a 
drowning case at sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself 
would have to go down if the body is found you just shove in my name if 
i m not there will you 
 
 i ll do that mr bloom said moving to get off that ll be all right 
 
 right m coy said brightly thanks old man i d go if i possibly 
could well tolloll just c p m coy will do 
 
 that will be done mr bloom answered firmly 
 
didn t catch me napping that wheeze the quick touch soft mark i d 
like my job valise i have a particular fancy for leather capped 
corners rivetted edges double action lever lock bob cowley lent him 
his for the wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of 
it from that good day to this 
 
mr bloom strolling towards brunswick street smiled my missus has just 
got an reedy freckled soprano cheeseparing nose nice enough in its 
way for a little ballad no guts in it you and me don t you know 
in the same boat softsoaping give you the needle that would can t 
he hear the difference think he s that way inclined a bit against 
my grain somehow thought that belfast would fetch him i hope that 
smallpox up there doesn t get worse suppose she wouldn t let herself be 
vaccinated again your wife and my wife 
 
wonder is he pimping after me 
 
mr bloom stood at the corner his eyes wandering over the multicoloured 
hoardings cantrell and cochrane s ginger ale aromatic clery s summer 
sale no he s going on straight hello leah tonight mrs bandmann 
palmer like to see her again in that hamlet she played last night 
male impersonator perhaps he was a woman why ophelia committed 
suicide poor papa how he used to talk of kate bateman in that outside 
the adelphi in london waited all the afternoon to get in year before 
i was born that was sixtyfive and ristori in vienna what is this the 
right name is by mosenthal it is rachel is it no the scene he was 
always talking about where the old blind abraham recognises the voice 
and puts his fingers on his face 
 
nathan s voice his son s voice i hear the voice of nathan who left his 
father to die of grief and misery in my arms who left the house of his 
father and left the god of his father 
 
every word is so deep leopold 
 
poor papa poor man i m glad i didn t go into the room to look at his 
face that day o dear o dear ffoo well perhaps it was best for 
him 
 
mr bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the 
hazard no use thinking of it any more nosebag time wish i hadn t met 
that m coy fellow 
 
he came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats the gently champing 
teeth their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by amid the sweet 
oaten reek of horsepiss their eldorado poor jugginses damn all they 
know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags 
too full for words still they get their feed all right and their doss 
gelded too a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their 
haunches might be happy all the same that way good poor brutes they 
look still their neigh can be very irritating 
 
he drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he 
carried might just walk into her here the lane is safer 
 
he passed the cabman s shelter curious the life of drifting cabbies 
all weathers all places time or setdown no will of their own voglio 
e non like to give them an odd cigarette sociable shout a few flying 
syllables as they pass he hummed 
 
 la ci darem la mano 
 la la lala la la 
 
he turned into cumberland street and going on some paces halted in the 
lee of the station wall no one meade s timberyard piled balks ruins 
and tenements with careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with 
its forgotten pickeystone not a sinner near the timberyard a squatted 
child at marbles alone shooting the taw with a cunnythumb a wise 
tabby a blinking sphinx watched from her warm sill pity to disturb 
them mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her open it 
and once i played marbles when i went to that old dame s school she 
liked mignonette mrs ellis s and mr he opened the letter within the 
newspaper 
 
a flower i think it s a a yellow flower with flattened petals not 
annoyed then what does she say 
 
dear henry 
 
i got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it i am sorry 
you did not like my last letter why did you enclose the stamps i am 
awfully angry with you i do wish i could punish you for that i called 
you naughty boy because i do not like that other world please tell me 
what is the real meaning of that word are you not happy in your home 
you poor little naughty boy i do wish i could do something for you 
please tell me what you think of poor me i often think of the beautiful 
name you have dear henry when will we meet i think of you so often 
you have no idea i have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as 
you i feel so bad about please write me a long letter and tell me 
more remember if you do not i will punish you so now you know what i 
will do to you you naughty boy if you do not wrote o how i long to 
meet you henry dear do not deny my request before my patience are 
exhausted then i will tell you all goodbye now naughty darling i 
have such a bad headache today and write by return to your longing 
 
martha 
 
p s do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use i want to 
know 
 
he tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell 
and placed it in his heart pocket language of flowers they like it 
because no one can hear or a poison bouquet to strike him down then 
walking slowly forward he read the letter again murmuring here and 
there a word angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus 
if you don t please poor forgetmenot how i long violets to dear roses 
when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife martha s perfume 
having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his 
sidepocket 
 
weak joy opened his lips changed since the first letter wonder did she 
wrote it herself doing the indignant a girl of good family like me 
respectable character could meet one sunday after the rosary thank 
you not having any usual love scrimmage then running round corners 
bad as a row with molly cigar has a cooling effect narcotic go 
further next time naughty boy punish afraid of words of course 
brutal why not try it anyhow a bit at a time 
 
fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it 
common pin eh he threw it on the road out of her clothes somewhere 
pinned together queer the number of pins they always have no roses 
without thorns 
 
flat dublin voices bawled in his head those two sluts that night in the 
coombe linked together in the rain 
 
 o mary lost the pin of her drawers 
 she didn t know what to do 
 to keep it up 
 to keep it up 
 
it them such a bad headache has her roses probably or sitting all 
day typing eyefocus bad for stomach nerves what perfume does your wife 
use now could you make out a thing like that 
 
 to keep it up 
 
martha mary i saw that picture somewhere i forget now old master or 
faked for money he is sitting in their house talking mysterious also 
the two sluts in the coombe would listen 
 
 to keep it up 
 
nice kind of evening feeling no more wandering about just loll there 
quiet dusk let everything rip forget tell about places you have been 
strange customs the other one jar on her head was getting the supper 
fruit olives lovely cool water out of a well stonecold like the hole 
in the wall at ashtown must carry a paper goblet next time i go to the 
trottingmatches she listens with big dark soft eyes tell her more and 
more all then a sigh silence long long long rest 
 
going under the railway arch he took out the envelope tore it swiftly 
in shreds and scattered them towards the road the shreds fluttered 
away sank in the dank air a white flutter then all sank 
 
henry flower you could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the 
same way simple bit of paper lord iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure 
cheque for a million in the bank of ireland shows you the money to be 
made out of porter still the other brother lord ardilaun has to change 
his shirt four times a day they say skin breeds lice or vermin a 
million pounds wait a moment twopence a pint fourpence a quart 
eightpence a gallon of porter no one and fourpence a gallon of porter 
one and four into twenty fifteen about yes exactly fifteen millions 
of barrels of porter 
 
what am i saying barrels gallons about a million barrels all the same 
 
an incoming train clanked heavily above his head coach after coach 
barrels bumped in his head dull porter slopped and churned inside 
the bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out flowing 
together winding through mudflats all over the level land a lazy 
pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth 
 
he had reached the open backdoor of all hallows stepping into the porch 
he doffed his hat took the card from his pocket and tucked it again 
behind the leather headband damn it i might have tried to work m coy 
for a pass to mullingar 
 
same notice on the door sermon by the very reverend john conmee s j 
on saint peter claver s j and the african mission prayers for the 
conversion of gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious the 
protestants are the same convert dr william j walsh d d to the true 
religion save china s millions wonder how they explain it to the 
heathen chinee prefer an ounce of opium celestials rank heresy for 
them buddha their god lying on his side in the museum taking it easy 
with hand under his cheek josssticks burning not like ecce homo crown 
of thorns and cross clever idea saint patrick the shamrock chopsticks 
conmee martin cunningham knows him distinguishedlooking sorry i 
didn t work him about getting molly into the choir instead of that 
father farley who looked a fool but wasn t they re taught that he s 
not going out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise 
blacks is he the glasses would take their fancy flashing like to see 
them sitting round in a ring with blub lips entranced listening still 
life lap it up like milk i suppose 
 
the cold smell of sacred stone called him he trod the worn steps 
pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere 
 
something going on some sodality pity so empty nice discreet place 
to be next some girl who is my neighbour jammed by the hour to slow 
music that woman at midnight mass seventh heaven women knelt in the 
benches with crimson halters round their necks heads bowed a batch 
knelt at the altarrails the priest went along by them murmuring 
holding the thing in his hands he stopped at each took out a 
communion shook a drop or two are they in water off it and put it 
neatly into her mouth her hat and head sank then the next one her hat 
sank at once then the next one a small old woman the priest bent down 
to put it into her mouth murmuring all the time latin the next one 
shut your eyes and open your mouth what corpus body corpse good 
idea the latin stupefies them first hospice for the dying they 
don t seem to chew it only swallow it down rum idea eating bits of a 
corpse why the cannibals cotton to it 
 
he stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle one by 
one and seek their places he approached a bench and seated himself in 
its corner nursing his hat and newspaper these pots we have to wear 
we ought to have hats modelled on our heads they were about him here 
and there with heads still bowed in their crimson halters waiting for 
it to melt in their stomachs something like those mazzoth it s that 
sort of bread unleavened shewbread look at them now i bet it makes 
them feel happy lollipop it does yes bread of angels it s called 
there s a big idea behind it kind of kingdom of god is within you feel 
first communicants hokypoky penny a lump then feel all like one family 
party same in the theatre all in the same swim they do i m sure of 
that not so lonely in our confraternity then come out a bit spreeish 
let off steam thing is if you really believe in it lourdes cure 
waters of oblivion and the knock apparition statues bleeding old 
fellow asleep near that confessionbox hence those snores blind faith 
safe in the arms of kingdom come lulls all pain wake this time next 
year 
 
he saw the priest stow the communion cup away well in and kneel an 
instant before it showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace 
affair he had on suppose he lost the pin of his he wouldn t know what 
to do to bald spot behind letters on his back i n r i no i h s 
molly told me one time i asked her i have sinned or no i have 
suffered it is and the other one iron nails ran in 
 
meet one sunday after the rosary do not deny my request turn up with 
a veil and black bag dusk and the light behind her she might be here 
with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on the 
sly their character that fellow that turned queen s evidence on the 
invincibles he used to receive the carey was his name the communion 
every morning this very church peter carey yes no peter claver i am 
thinking of denis carey and just imagine that wife and six children 
at home and plotting that murder all the time those crawthumpers 
now that s a good name for them there s always something shiftylooking 
about them they re not straight men of business either o no she s 
not here the flower no no by the way did i tear up that envelope 
yes under the bridge 
 
the priest was rinsing out the chalice then he tossed off the dregs 
smartly wine makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank 
what they are used to guinness s porter or some temperance beverage 
wheatley s dublin hop bitters or cantrell and cochrane s ginger ale 
 aromatic doesn t give them any of it shew wine only the other 
cold comfort pious fraud but quite right otherwise they d have one old 
booser worse than another coming along cadging for a drink queer the 
whole atmosphere of the quite right perfectly right that is 
 
mr bloom looked back towards the choir not going to be any music pity 
who has the organ here i wonder old glynn he knew how to make that 
instrument talk the vibrato fifty pounds a year they say he had in 
gardiner street molly was in fine voice that day the stabat mater 
of rossini father bernard vaughan s sermon first christ or pilate 
christ but don t keep us all night over it music they wanted 
footdrill stopped could hear a pin drop i told her to pitch her voice 
against that corner i could feel the thrill in the air the full the 
people looking up 
 
 quis est homo 
 
some of that old sacred music splendid mercadante seven last words 
mozart s twelfth mass gloria in that those old popes keen on music 
on art and statues and pictures of all kinds palestrina for example 
too they had a gay old time while it lasted healthy too chanting 
regular hours then brew liqueurs benedictine green chartreuse still 
having eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit thick what kind 
of voice is it must be curious to hear after their own strong basses 
connoisseurs suppose they wouldn t feel anything after kind of a 
placid no worry fall into flesh don t they gluttons tall long 
legs who knows eunuch one way out of it 
 
he saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and 
bless all the people all crossed themselves and stood up mr bloom 
glanced about him and then stood up looking over the risen hats stand 
up at the gospel of course then all settled down on their knees again 
and he sat back quietly in his bench the priest came down from the 
altar holding the thing out from him and he and the massboy answered 
each other in latin then the priest knelt down and began to read off a 
card 
 
 o god our refuge and our strength 
 
mr bloom put his face forward to catch the words english throw them 
the bone i remember slightly how long since your last mass glorious 
and immaculate virgin joseph her spouse peter and paul more 
interesting if you understood what it was all about wonderful 
organisation certainly goes like clockwork confession everyone wants 
to then i will tell you all penance punish me please great weapon 
in their hands more than doctor or solicitor woman dying to and i 
schschschschschsch and did you chachachachacha and why did you look 
down at her ring to find an excuse whispering gallery walls have ears 
husband learn to his surprise god s little joke then out she comes 
repentance skindeep lovely shame pray at an altar hail mary and holy 
mary flowers incense candles melting hide her blushes salvation 
army blatant imitation reformed prostitute will address the meeting 
how i found the lord squareheaded chaps those must be in rome they 
work the whole show and don t they rake in the money too bequests 
also to the p p for the time being in his absolute discretion 
masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors 
monasteries and convents the priest in that fermanagh will case in the 
witnessbox no browbeating him he had his answer pat for everything 
liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church the doctors of the 
church they mapped out the whole theology of it 
 
the priest prayed 
 
 blessed michael archangel defend us in the hour of conflict be 
our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil may god 
restrain him we humbly pray and do thou o prince of the heavenly 
host by the power of god thrust satan down to hell and with him those 
other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls 
 
the priest and the massboy stood up and walked off all over the women 
remained behind thanksgiving 
 
better be shoving along brother buzz come around with the plate 
perhaps pay your easter duty 
 
he stood up hello were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the 
time women enjoy it never tell you but we excuse miss there s a 
 whh just a whh fluff or their skirt behind placket unhooked 
glimpses of the moon annoyed if you don t why didn t you tell me 
before still like you better untidy good job it wasn t farther south 
he passed discreetly buttoning down the aisle and out through the main 
door into the light he stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble 
bowl while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in 
the low tide of holy water trams a car of prescott s dyeworks a widow 
in her weeds notice because i m in mourning myself he covered himself 
how goes the time quarter past time enough yet better get that lotion 
made up where is this ah yes the last time sweny s in lincoln place 
chemists rarely move their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir 
hamilton long s founded in the year of the flood huguenot churchyard 
near there visit some day 
 
he walked southward along westland row but the recipe is in the other 
trousers o and i forgot that latchkey too bore this funeral affair 
o well poor fellow it s not his fault when was it i got it made up 
last wait i changed a sovereign i remember first of the month it must 
have been or the second o he can look it up in the prescriptions book 
 
the chemist turned back page after page sandy shrivelled smell he seems 
to have shrunken skull and old quest for the philosopher s stone the 
alchemists drugs age you after mental excitement lethargy then why 
reaction a lifetime in a night gradually changes your character 
living all the day among herbs ointments disinfectants all his 
alabaster lilypots mortar and pestle aq dist fol laur te virid 
smell almost cure you like the dentist s doorbell doctor whack he 
ought to physic himself a bit electuary or emulsion the first fellow 
that picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck simples want to 
be careful enough stuff here to chloroform you test turns blue 
litmus paper red chloroform overdose of laudanum sleeping draughts 
lovephiltres paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough clogs the pores or the 
phlegm poisons the only cures remedy where you least expect it clever 
of nature 
 
 about a fortnight ago sir 
 
 yes mr bloom said 
 
he waited by the counter inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs the 
dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs lot of time taken up telling 
your aches and pains 
 
 sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin mr bloom said and then 
orangeflower water 
 
it certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax 
 
 and white wax also he said 
 
brings out the darkness of her eyes looking at me the sheet up to 
her eyes spanish smelling herself when i was fixing the links in my 
cuffs those homely recipes are often the best strawberries for the 
teeth nettles and rainwater oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk 
skinfood one of the old queen s sons duke of albany was it had only 
one skin leopold yes three we have warts bunions and pimples to 
make it worse but you want a perfume too what perfume does your peau 
d espagne that orangeflower water is so fresh nice smell these soaps 
have pure curd soap time to get a bath round the corner hammam 
turkish massage dirt gets rolled up in your navel nicer if a nice 
girl did it also i think i yes i do it in the bath curious longing 
i water to water combine business with pleasure pity no time for 
massage feel fresh then all the day funeral be rather glum 
 
 yes sir the chemist said that was two and nine have you brought a 
bottle 
 
 no mr bloom said make it up please i ll call later in the day and 
i ll take one of these soaps how much are they 
 
 fourpence sir 
 
mr bloom raised a cake to his nostrils sweet lemony wax 
 
 i ll take this one he said that makes three and a penny 
 
 yes sir the chemist said you can pay all together sir when you 
come back 
 
 good mr bloom said 
 
he strolled out of the shop the newspaper baton under his armpit the 
coolwrappered soap in his left hand 
 
at his armpit bantam lyons voice and hand said 
 
 hello bloom what s the best news is that today s show us a minute 
 
shaved off his moustache again by jove long cold upper lip to look 
younger he does look balmy younger than i am 
 
bantam lyons s yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton wants a 
wash too take off the rough dirt good morning have you used pears 
soap dandruff on his shoulders scalp wants oiling 
 
 i want to see about that french horse that s running today bantam 
lyons said where the bugger is it 
 
he rustled the pleated pages jerking his chin on his high collar 
barber s itch tight collar he ll lose his hair better leave him the 
paper and get shut of him 
 
 you can keep it mr bloom said 
 
 ascot gold cup wait bantam lyons muttered half a mo maximum the 
second 
 
 i was just going to throw it away mr bloom said 
 
bantam lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly 
 
 what s that his sharp voice said 
 
 i say you can keep it mr bloom answered i was going to throw it away 
that moment 
 
bantam lyons doubted an instant leering then thrust the outspread 
sheets back on mr bloom s arms 
 
 i ll risk it he said here thanks 
 
he sped off towards conway s corner god speed scut 
 
mr bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap 
in it smiling silly lips of that chap betting regular hotbed of it 
lately messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence raffle for large 
tender turkey your christmas dinner for threepence jack fleming 
embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to america keeps a hotel now 
they never come back fleshpots of egypt 
 
he walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths remind you of a 
mosque redbaked bricks the minarets college sports today i see he 
eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park cyclist doubled 
up like a cod in a pot damn bad ad now if they had made it round 
like a wheel then the spokes sports sports sports and the hub big 
college something to catch the eye 
 
there s hornblower standing at the porter s lodge keep him on hands 
might take a turn in there on the nod how do you do mr hornblower how 
do you do sir 
 
heavenly weather really if life was always like that cricket weather 
sit around under sunshades over after over out they can t play it 
here duck for six wickets still captain culler broke a window in the 
kildare street club with a slog to square leg donnybrook fair more 
in their line and the skulls we were acracking when m carthy took the 
floor heatwave won t last always passing the stream of life which 
in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all 
 
enjoy a bath now clean trough of water cool enamel the gentle tepid 
stream this is my body 
 
he foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full naked in a womb of 
warmth oiled by scented melting soap softly laved he saw his 
trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained buoyed lightly upward 
lemonyellow his navel bud of flesh and saw the dark tangled curls of 
his bush floating floating hair of the stream around the limp father of 
thousands a languid floating flower 
 
 
 
martin cunningham first poked his silkhatted head into the creaking 
carriage and entering deftly seated himself mr power stepped in after 
him curving his height with care 
 
 come on simon 
 
 after you mr bloom said 
 
mr dedalus covered himself quickly and got in saying 
 
yes yes 
 
 are we all here now martin cunningham asked come along bloom 
 
mr bloom entered and sat in the vacant place he pulled the door to 
after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight he passed an arm 
through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow 
at the lowered blinds of the avenue one dragged aside an old woman 
peeping nose whiteflattened against the pane thanking her stars she 
was passed over extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse glad 
to see us go we give them such trouble coming job seems to suit them 
huggermugger in corners slop about in slipperslappers for fear he d 
wake then getting it ready laying it out molly and mrs fleming making 
the bed pull it more to your side our windingsheet never know who 
will touch you dead wash and shampoo i believe they clip the nails and 
the hair keep a bit in an envelope grows all the same after unclean 
job 
 
all waited nothing was said stowing in the wreaths probably i am 
sitting on something hard ah that soap in my hip pocket better shift 
it out of that wait for an opportunity 
 
all waited then wheels were heard from in front turning then nearer 
then horses hoofs a jolt their carriage began to move creaking and 
swaying other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind the blinds of 
the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker door ajar at 
walking pace 
 
they waited still their knees jogging till they had turned and were 
passing along the tramtracks tritonville road quicker the wheels 
rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook 
rattling in the doorframes 
 
 what way is he taking us mr power asked through both windows 
 
 irishtown martin cunningham said ringsend brunswick street 
 
mr dedalus nodded looking out 
 
 that s a fine old custom he said i am glad to see it has not died 
out 
 
all watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by 
passers respect the carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the 
smoother road past watery lane mr bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man 
clad in mourning a wide hat 
 
 there s a friend of yours gone by dedalus he said 
 
 who is that 
 
 your son and heir 
 
 where is he mr dedalus said stretching over across 
 
the carriage passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway 
before the tenement houses lurched round the corner and swerving back 
to the tramtrack rolled on noisily with chattering wheels mr dedalus 
fell back saying 
 
 was that mulligan cad with him his fidus achates 
 
 no mr bloom said he was alone 
 
 down with his aunt sally i suppose mr dedalus said the goulding 
faction the drunken little costdrawer and crissie papa s little lump 
of dung the wise child that knows her own father 
 
mr bloom smiled joylessly on ringsend road wallace bros the 
bottleworks dodder bridge 
 
richie goulding and the legal bag goulding collis and ward he calls 
the firm his jokes are getting a bit damp great card he was waltzing 
in stamer street with ignatius gallaher on a sunday morning the 
landlady s two hats pinned on his head out on the rampage all night 
beginning to tell on him now that backache of his i fear wife ironing 
his back thinks he ll cure it with pills all breadcrumbs they are 
about six hundred per cent profit 
 
 he s in with a lowdown crowd mr dedalus snarled that mulligan is a 
contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts his name stinks 
all over dublin but with the help of god and his blessed mother i ll 
make it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother 
or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate 
i ll tickle his catastrophe believe you me 
 
he cried above the clatter of the wheels 
 
 i won t have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son a counterjumper s 
son selling tapes in my cousin peter paul m swiney s not likely 
 
he ceased mr bloom glanced from his angry moustache to mr power s mild 
face and martin cunningham s eyes and beard gravely shaking noisy 
selfwilled man full of his son he is right something to hand on if 
little rudy had lived see him grow up hear his voice in the house 
walking beside molly in an eton suit my son me in his eyes strange 
feeling it would be from me just a chance must have been that morning 
in raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs at it by 
the wall of the cease to do evil and the sergeant grinning up she had 
that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched give us a touch 
poldy god i m dying for it how life begins 
 
got big then had to refuse the greystones concert my son inside her 
i could have helped him on in life i could make him independent learn 
german too 
 
 are we late mr power asked 
 
 ten minutes martin cunningham said looking at his watch 
 
molly milly same thing watered down her tomboy oaths o jumping 
jupiter ye gods and little fishes still she s a dear girl soon be a 
woman mullingar dearest papli young student yes yes a woman too 
life life 
 
the carriage heeled over and back their four trunks swaying 
 
 corny might have given us a more commodious yoke mr power said 
 
 he might mr dedalus said if he hadn t that squint troubling him do 
you follow me 
 
he closed his left eye martin cunningham began to brush away 
crustcrumbs from under his thighs 
 
 what is this he said in the name of god crumbs 
 
 someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately mr power 
said 
 
all raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless 
leather of the seats mr dedalus twisting his nose frowned downward 
and said 
 
 unless i m greatly mistaken what do you think martin 
 
 it struck me too martin cunningham said 
 
mr bloom set his thigh down glad i took that bath feel my feet quite 
clean but i wish mrs fleming had darned these socks better 
 
mr dedalus sighed resignedly 
 
 after all he said it s the most natural thing in the world 
 
 did tom kernan turn up martin cunningham asked twirling the peak of 
his beard gently 
 
 yes mr bloom answered he s behind with ned lambert and hynes 
 
 and corny kelleher himself mr power asked 
 
 at the cemetery martin cunningham said 
 
 i met m coy this morning mr bloom said he said he d try to come 
 
the carriage halted short 
 
 what s wrong 
 
 we re stopped 
 
 where are we 
 
mr bloom put his head out of the window 
 
 the grand canal he said 
 
gasworks whooping cough they say it cures good job milly never got 
it poor children doubles them up black and blue in convulsions shame 
really got off lightly with illnesses compared only measles flaxseed 
tea scarlatina influenza epidemics canvassing for death don t miss 
this chance dogs home over there poor old athos be good to athos 
leopold is my last wish thy will be done we obey them in the grave 
a dying scrawl he took it to heart pined away quiet brute old men s 
dogs usually are 
 
a raindrop spat on his hat he drew back and saw an instant of shower 
spray dots over the grey flags apart curious like through a colander 
i thought it would my boots were creaking i remember now 
 
 the weather is changing he said quietly 
 
 a pity it did not keep up fine martin cunningham said 
 
 wanted for the country mr power said there s the sun again coming 
out 
 
mr dedalus peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun hurled a 
mute curse at the sky 
 
 it s as uncertain as a child s bottom he said 
 
 we re off again 
 
the carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed 
gently martin cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard 
 
 tom kernan was immense last night he said and paddy leonard taking 
him off to his face 
 
 o draw him out martin mr power said eagerly wait till you hear 
him simon on ben dollard s singing of the croppy boy 
 
 immense martin cunningham said pompously his singing of that simple 
ballad martin is the most trenchant rendering i ever heard in the 
whole course of my experience 
 
 trenchant mr power said laughing he s dead nuts on that and the 
retrospective arrangement 
 
 did you read dan dawson s speech martin cunningham asked 
 
 i did not then mr dedalus said where is it 
 
 in the paper this morning 
 
mr bloom took the paper from his inside pocket that book i must change 
for her 
 
 no no mr dedalus said quickly later on please 
 
mr bloom s glance travelled down the edge of the paper scanning the 
deaths callan coleman dignam fawcett lowry naumann peake what 
peake is that is it the chap was in crosbie and alleyne s no sexton 
urbright inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper 
thanks to the little flower sadly missed to the inexpressible grief of 
his aged after a long and tedious illness month s mind quinlan on 
whose soul sweet jesus have mercy 
 
 it is now a month since dear henry fled to his home up above in the sky 
while his family weeps and mourns his loss hoping some day to meet him 
on high 
 
i tore up the envelope yes where did i put her letter after i read it 
in the bath he patted his waistcoatpocket there all right dear henry 
fled before my patience are exhausted 
 
national school meade s yard the hazard only two there now nodding 
full as a tick too much bone in their skulls the other trotting round 
with a fare an hour ago i was passing there the jarvies raised their 
hats 
 
a pointsman s back straightened itself upright suddenly against a 
tramway standard by mr bloom s window couldn t they invent something 
automatic so that the wheel itself much handier well but that fellow 
would lose his job then well but then another fellow would get a job 
making the new invention 
 
antient concert rooms nothing on there a man in a buff suit with a 
crape armlet not much grief there quarter mourning people in law 
perhaps 
 
they went past the bleak pulpit of saint mark s under the railway 
bridge past the queen s theatre in silence hoardings eugene 
stratton mrs bandmann palmer could i go to see leah tonight i wonder 
i said i or the lily of killarney elster grimes opera company big 
powerful change wet bright bills for next week fun on the bristol 
martin cunningham could work a pass for the gaiety have to stand a 
drink or two as broad as it s long 
 
he s coming in the afternoon her songs 
 
plasto s sir philip crampton s memorial fountain bust who was he 
 
 how do you do martin cunningham said raising his palm to his brow in 
salute 
 
 he doesn t see us mr power said yes he does how do you do 
 
 who mr dedalus asked 
 
 blazes boylan mr power said there he is airing his quiff 
 
just that moment i was thinking 
 
mr dedalus bent across to salute from the door of the red bank the 
white disc of a straw hat flashed reply spruce figure passed 
 
mr bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand then those of his right 
hand the nails yes is there anything more in him that they she sees 
fascination worst man in dublin that keeps him alive they sometimes 
feel what a person is instinct but a type like that my nails i 
am just looking at them well pared and after thinking alone body 
getting a bit softy i would notice that from remembering what causes 
that i suppose the skin can t contract quickly enough when the flesh 
falls off but the shape is there the shape is there still shoulders 
hips plump night of the dance dressing shift stuck between the cheeks 
behind 
 
he clasped his hands between his knees and satisfied sent his vacant 
glance over their faces 
 
mr power asked 
 
 how is the concert tour getting on bloom 
 
 o very well mr bloom said i hear great accounts of it it s a good 
idea you see 
 
 are you going yourself 
 
 well no mr bloom said in point of fact i have to go down to the 
county clare on some private business you see the idea is to tour the 
chief towns what you lose on one you can make up on the other 
 
 quite so martin cunningham said mary anderson is up there now 
 
have you good artists 
 
 louis werner is touring her mr bloom said o yes we ll have all 
topnobbers j c doyle and john maccormack i hope and the best in 
fact 
 
 and madame mr power said smiling last but not least 
 
mr bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped 
them smith o brien someone has laid a bunch of flowers there woman 
must be his deathday for many happy returns the carriage wheeling by 
farrell s statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees 
 
oot a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares his 
mouth opening oot 
 
 four bootlaces for a penny 
 
wonder why he was struck off the rolls had his office in hume street 
same house as molly s namesake tweedy crown solicitor for waterford 
has that silk hat ever since relics of old decency mourning too 
terrible comedown poor wretch kicked about like snuff at a wake 
o callaghan on his last legs 
 
and madame twenty past eleven up mrs fleming is in to clean doing 
her hair humming voglio e non vorrei no vorrei e non looking at 
the tips of her hairs to see if they are split mi trema un poco 
il beautiful on that tre her voice is weeping tone a thrush a 
throstle there is a word throstle that expresses that 
 
his eyes passed lightly over mr power s goodlooking face greyish over 
the ears madame smiling i smiled back a smile goes a long way 
only politeness perhaps nice fellow who knows is that true about the 
woman he keeps not pleasant for the wife yet they say who was it 
told me there is no carnal you would imagine that would get played 
out pretty quick yes it was crofton met him one evening bringing her 
a pound of rumpsteak what is this she was barmaid in jury s or the 
moira was it 
 
they passed under the hugecloaked liberator s form 
 
martin cunningham nudged mr power 
 
 of the tribe of reuben he said 
 
a tall blackbearded figure bent on a stick stumping round the corner 
of elvery s elephant house showed them a curved hand open on his spine 
 
 in all his pristine beauty mr power said 
 
mr dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly 
 
 the devil break the hasp of your back 
 
mr power collapsing in laughter shaded his face from the window as the 
carriage passed gray s statue 
 
 we have all been there martin cunningham said broadly 
 
his eyes met mr bloom s eyes he caressed his beard adding 
 
 well nearly all of us 
 
mr bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions faces 
 
 that s an awfully good one that s going the rounds about reuben j and 
the son 
 
 about the boatman mr power asked 
 
 yes isn t it awfully good 
 
 what is that mr dedalus asked i didn t hear it 
 
 there was a girl in the case mr bloom began and he determined to 
send him to the isle of man out of harm s way but when they were both 
 
 
 what mr dedalus asked that confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it 
 
 yes mr bloom said they were both on the way to the boat and he tried 
to drown 
 
 drown barabbas mr dedalus cried i wish to christ he did 
 
mr power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils 
 
 no mr bloom said the son himself 
 
martin cunningham thwarted his speech rudely 
 
 reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on 
their way to the isle of man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got 
loose and over the wall with him into the liffey 
 
 for god s sake mr dedalus exclaimed in fright is he dead 
 
 dead martin cunningham cried not he a boatman got a pole and fished 
him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the father 
on the quay more dead than alive half the town was there 
 
 yes mr bloom said but the funny part is 
 
 and reuben j martin cunningham said gave the boatman a florin for 
saving his son s life 
 
a stifled sigh came from under mr power s hand 
 
 o he did martin cunningham affirmed like a hero a silver florin 
 
 isn t it awfully good mr bloom said eagerly 
 
 one and eightpence too much mr dedalus said drily 
 
mr power s choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage 
 
nelson s pillar 
 
 eight plums a penny eight for a penny 
 
 we had better look a little serious martin cunningham said 
 
mr dedalus sighed 
 
 ah then indeed he said poor little paddy wouldn t grudge us a laugh 
many a good one he told himself 
 
 the lord forgive me mr power said wiping his wet eyes with his 
fingers poor paddy i little thought a week ago when i saw him last and 
he was in his usual health that i d be driving after him like this he s 
gone from us 
 
 as decent a little man as ever wore a hat mr dedalus said he went 
very suddenly 
 
 breakdown martin cunningham said heart 
 
he tapped his chest sadly 
 
blazing face redhot too much john barleycorn cure for a red nose 
drink like the devil till it turns adelite a lot of money he spent 
colouring it 
 
mr power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension 
 
 he had a sudden death poor fellow he said 
 
 the best death mr bloom said 
 
their wide open eyes looked at him 
 
 no suffering he said a moment and all is over like dying in sleep 
 
no one spoke 
 
dead side of the street this dull business by day land agents 
temperance hotel falconer s railway guide civil service college 
gill s catholic club the industrious blind why some reason sun or 
wind at night too chummies and slaveys under the patronage of the 
late father mathew foundation stone for parnell breakdown heart 
 
white horses with white frontlet plumes came round the rotunda corner 
galloping a tiny coffin flashed by in a hurry to bury a mourning 
coach unmarried black for the married piebald for bachelors dun for 
a nun 
 
 sad martin cunningham said a child 
 
a dwarf s face mauve and wrinkled like little rudy s was dwarf s body 
weak as putty in a whitelined deal box burial friendly society 
pays penny a week for a sod of turf our little beggar baby meant 
nothing mistake of nature if it s healthy it s from the mother if not 
from the man better luck next time 
 
 poor little thing mr dedalus said it s well out of it 
 
the carriage climbed more slowly the hill of rutland square rattle his 
bones over the stones only a pauper nobody owns 
 
 in the midst of life martin cunningham said 
 
 but the worst of all mr power said is the man who takes his own 
life 
 
martin cunningham drew out his watch briskly coughed and put it back 
 
 the greatest disgrace to have in the family mr power added 
 
 temporary insanity of course martin cunningham said decisively we 
must take a charitable view of it 
 
 they say a man who does it is a coward mr dedalus said 
 
 it is not for us to judge martin cunningham said 
 
mr bloom about to speak closed his lips again martin cunningham s 
large eyes looking away now sympathetic human man he is intelligent 
like shakespeare s face always a good word to say they have no mercy 
on that here or infanticide refuse christian burial they used to drive 
a stake of wood through his heart in the grave as if it wasn t broken 
already yet sometimes they repent too late found in the riverbed 
clutching rushes he looked at me and that awful drunkard of a wife 
of his setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the 
furniture on him every saturday almost leading him the life of the 
damned wear the heart out of a stone that monday morning start 
afresh shoulder to the wheel lord she must have looked a sight 
that night dedalus told me he was in there drunk about the place and 
capering with martin s umbrella 
 
 and they call me the jewel of asia 
 of asia 
 the geisha 
 
he looked away from me he knows rattle his bones 
 
that afternoon of the inquest the redlabelled bottle on the table the 
room in the hotel with hunting pictures stuffy it was sunlight through 
the slats of the venetian blind the coroner s sunlit ears big and 
hairy boots giving evidence thought he was asleep first then saw like 
yellow streaks on his face had slipped down to the foot of the bed 
verdict overdose death by misadventure the letter for my son 
leopold 
 
no more pain wake no more nobody owns 
 
the carriage rattled swiftly along blessington street over the stones 
 
 we are going the pace i think martin cunningham said 
 
 god grant he doesn t upset us on the road mr power said 
 
 i hope not martin cunningham said that will be a great race tomorrow 
in germany the gordon bennett 
 
 yes by jove mr dedalus said that will be worth seeing faith 
 
as they turned into berkeley street a streetorgan near the basin sent 
over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls has anybody 
here seen kelly kay ee double ell wy dead march from saul he s 
as bad as old antonio he left me on my ownio pirouette the mater 
misericordiae eccles street my house down there big place ward for 
incurables there very encouraging our lady s hospice for the dying 
deadhouse handy underneath where old mrs riordan died they look 
terrible the women her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the 
spoon then the screen round her bed for her to die nice young student 
that was dressed that bite the bee gave me he s gone over to the 
lying in hospital they told me from one extreme to the other the 
carriage galloped round a corner stopped 
 
 what s wrong now 
 
a divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows lowing slouching 
by on padded hoofs whisking their tails slowly on their clotted bony 
croups outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their 
fear 
 
 emigrants mr power said 
 
 huuuh the drover s voice cried his switch sounding on their flanks 
 
huuuh out of that 
 
thursday of course tomorrow is killing day springers cuffe sold them 
about twentyseven quid each for liverpool probably roastbeef for old 
england they buy up all the juicy ones and then the fifth quarter 
lost all that raw stuff hide hair horns comes to a big thing in a 
year dead meat trade byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries 
soap margarine wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off 
the train at clonsilla 
 
the carriage moved on through the drove 
 
 i can t make out why the corporation doesn t run a tramline from the 
parkgate to the quays mr bloom said all those animals could be taken 
in trucks down to the boats 
 
 instead of blocking up the thoroughfare martin cunningham said quite 
right they ought to 
 
 yes mr bloom said and another thing i often thought is to have 
municipal funeral trams like they have in milan you know run the line 
out to the cemetery gates and have special trams hearse and carriage 
and all don t you see what i mean 
 
 o that be damned for a story mr dedalus said pullman car and saloon 
diningroom 
 
 a poor lookout for corny mr power added 
 
 why mr bloom asked turning to mr dedalus wouldn t it be more decent 
than galloping two abreast 
 
 well there s something in that mr dedalus granted 
 
 and martin cunningham said we wouldn t have scenes like that when 
the hearse capsized round dunphy s and upset the coffin on to the road 
 
 that was terrible mr power s shocked face said and the corpse fell 
about the road terrible 
 
 first round dunphy s mr dedalus said nodding gordon bennett cup 
 
 praises be to god martin cunningham said piously 
 
bom upset a coffin bumped out on to the road burst open paddy dignam 
shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too large 
for him red face grey now mouth fallen open asking what s up now 
quite right to close it looks horrid open then the insides decompose 
quickly much better to close up all the orifices yes also with wax 
the sphincter loose seal up all 
 
 dunphy s mr power announced as the carriage turned right 
 
dunphy s corner mourning coaches drawn up drowning their grief a 
pause by the wayside tiptop position for a pub expect we ll pull up 
here on the way back to drink his health pass round the consolation 
elixir of life 
 
but suppose now it did happen would he bleed if a nail say cut him 
in the knocking about he would and he wouldn t i suppose depends on 
where the circulation stops still some might ooze out of an artery it 
would be better to bury them in red a dark red 
 
in silence they drove along phibsborough road an empty hearse trotted 
by coming from the cemetery looks relieved 
 
crossguns bridge the royal canal 
 
water rushed roaring through the sluices a man stood on his 
dropping barge between clamps of turf on the towpath by the lock a 
slacktethered horse aboard of the bugabu 
 
their eyes watched him on the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his 
raft coastward over ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of 
reeds over slime mudchoked bottles carrion dogs athlone mullingar 
moyvalley i could make a walking tour to see milly by the canal or 
cycle down hire some old crock safety wren had one the other day at 
the auction but a lady s developing waterways james m cann s hobby 
to row me o er the ferry cheaper transit by easy stages houseboats 
camping out also hearses to heaven by water perhaps i will without 
writing come as a surprise leixlip clonsilla dropping down lock by 
lock to dublin with turf from the midland bogs salute he lifted his 
brown straw hat saluting paddy dignam 
 
they drove on past brian boroimhe house near it now 
 
 i wonder how is our friend fogarty getting on mr power said 
 
 better ask tom kernan mr dedalus said 
 
 how is that martin cunningham said left him weeping i suppose 
 
 though lost to sight mr dedalus said to memory dear 
 
the carriage steered left for finglas road 
 
the stonecutter s yard on the right last lap crowded on the spit of 
land silent shapes appeared white sorrowful holding out calm hands 
knelt in grief pointing fragments of shapes hewn in white silence 
appealing the best obtainable thos h dennany monumental builder and 
sculptor 
 
passed 
 
on the curbstone before jimmy geary the sexton s an old tramp sat 
grumbling emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown 
yawning boot after life s journey 
 
gloomy gardens then went by one by one gloomy houses 
 
mr power pointed 
 
 that is where childs was murdered he said the last house 
 
 so it is mr dedalus said a gruesome case seymour bushe got him off 
murdered his brother or so they said 
 
 the crown had no evidence mr power said 
 
 only circumstantial martin cunningham added that s the maxim of the 
law better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person 
to be wrongfully condemned 
 
they looked murderer s ground it passed darkly shuttered tenantless 
unweeded garden whole place gone to hell wrongfully condemned murder 
the murderer s image in the eye of the murdered they love reading about 
it man s head found in a garden her clothing consisted of how she met 
her death recent outrage the weapon used murderer is still at large 
clues a shoelace the body to be exhumed murder will out 
 
cramped in this carriage she mightn t like me to come that way without 
letting her know must be careful about women catch them once with 
their pants down never forgive you after fifteen 
 
the high railings of prospect rippled past their gaze dark poplars 
rare white forms forms more frequent white shapes thronged amid the 
trees white forms and fragments streaming by mutely sustaining vain 
gestures on the air 
 
the felly harshed against the curbstone stopped martin cunningham put 
out his arm and wrenching back the handle shoved the door open with 
his knee he stepped out mr power and mr dedalus followed 
 
change that soap now mr bloom s hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly 
and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief pocket 
he stepped out of the carriage replacing the newspaper his other hand 
still held 
 
paltry funeral coach and three carriages it s all the same 
pallbearers gold reins requiem mass firing a volley pomp of death 
beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and 
fruit simnel cakes those are stuck together cakes for the dead 
dogbiscuits who ate them mourners coming out 
 
he followed his companions mr kernan and ned lambert followed hynes 
walking after them corny kelleher stood by the opened hearse and took 
out the two wreaths he handed one to the boy 
 
where is that child s funeral disappeared to 
 
a team of horses passed from finglas with toiling plodding tread 
dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a 
granite block the waggoner marching at their head saluted 
 
coffin now got here before us dead as he is horse looking round at it 
with his plume skeowways dull eye collar tight on his neck pressing 
on a bloodvessel or something do they know what they cart out here 
every day must be twenty or thirty funerals every day then mount 
jerome for the protestants funerals all over the world everywhere every 
minute shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick thousands 
every hour too many in the world 
 
mourners came out through the gates woman and a girl leanjawed harpy 
hard woman at a bargain her bonnet awry girl s face stained with dirt 
and tears holding the woman s arm looking up at her for a sign to cry 
fish s face bloodless and livid 
 
the mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates so 
much dead weight felt heavier myself stepping out of that bath first 
the stiff then the friends of the stiff corny kelleher and the 
boy followed with their wreaths who is that beside them ah the 
brother in law 
 
all walked after 
 
martin cunningham whispered 
 
 i was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before bloom 
 
 what mr power whispered how so 
 
 his father poisoned himself martin cunningham whispered had the 
queen s hotel in ennis you heard him say he was going to clare 
anniversary 
 
 o god mr power whispered first i heard of it poisoned himself 
 
he glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed 
towards the cardinal s mausoleum speaking 
 
 was he insured mr bloom asked 
 
 i believe so mr kernan answered but the policy was heavily 
mortgaged martin is trying to get the youngster into artane 
 
 how many children did he leave 
 
 five ned lambert says he ll try to get one of the girls into todd s 
 
 a sad case mr bloom said gently five young children 
 
 a great blow to the poor wife mr kernan added 
 
 indeed yes mr bloom agreed 
 
has the laugh at him now 
 
he looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished she had 
outlived him lost her husband more dead for her than for me one must 
outlive the other wise men say there are more women than men in the 
world condole with her your terrible loss i hope you ll soon follow 
him for hindu widows only she would marry another him no yet who 
knows after widowhood not the thing since the old queen died drawn on 
a guncarriage victoria and albert frogmore memorial mourning but 
in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet vain in her heart of 
hearts all for a shadow consort not even a king her son was the 
substance something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back 
waiting it never comes one must go first alone under the ground and 
lie no more in her warm bed 
 
 how are you simon ned lambert said softly clasping hands haven t 
seen you for a month of sundays 
 
 never better how are all in cork s own town 
 
 i was down there for the cork park races on easter monday ned lambert 
said same old six and eightpence stopped with dick tivy 
 
 and how is dick the solid man 
 
 nothing between himself and heaven ned lambert answered 
 
 by the holy paul mr dedalus said in subdued wonder dick tivy bald 
 
 martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters ned lambert said 
pointing ahead a few bob a skull just to keep them going till the 
insurance is cleared up 
 
 yes yes mr dedalus said dubiously is that the eldest boy in front 
 
 yes ned lambert said with the wife s brother john henry menton is 
behind he put down his name for a quid 
 
 i ll engage he did mr dedalus said i often told poor paddy he ought 
to mind that job john henry is not the worst in the world 
 
 how did he lose it ned lambert asked liquor what 
 
 many a good man s fault mr dedalus said with a sigh 
 
they halted about the door of the mortuary chapel mr bloom stood behind 
the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and at the 
slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar poor boy was he there 
when the father both unconscious lighten up at the last moment 
and recognise for the last time all he might have done i owe three 
shillings to o grady would he understand the mutes bore the coffin 
into the chapel which end is his head 
 
after a moment he followed the others in blinking in the screened 
light the coffin lay on its bier before the chancel four tall yellow 
candles at its corners always in front of us corny kelleher laying a 
wreath at each fore corner beckoned to the boy to kneel the mourners 
knelt here and there in prayingdesks mr bloom stood behind near the 
font and when all had knelt dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper 
from his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it he fitted his black 
hat gently on his left knee and holding its brim bent over piously 
 
a server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a 
door the whitesmocked priest came after him tidying his stole with one 
hand balancing with the other a little book against his toad s belly 
who ll read the book i said the rook 
 
they halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book 
with a fluent croak 
 
father coffey i knew his name was like a coffin domine namine bully 
about the muzzle he looks bosses the show muscular christian woe 
betide anyone that looks crooked at him priest thou art peter burst 
sideways like a sheep in clover dedalus says he will with a belly on 
him like a poisoned pup most amusing expressions that man finds hhhn 
burst sideways 
 
 non intres in judicium cum servo tuo domine 
 
makes them feel more important to be prayed over in latin requiem mass 
crape weepers blackedged notepaper your name on the altarlist chilly 
place this want to feed well sitting in there all the morning in the 
gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please eyes of a toad too 
what swells him up that way molly gets swelled after cabbage air of 
the place maybe looks full up of bad gas must be an infernal lot 
of bad gas round the place butchers for instance they get like raw 
beefsteaks who was telling me mervyn browne down in the vaults of 
saint werburgh s lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a 
hole in the coffins sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it out it 
rushes blue one whiff of that and you re a goner 
 
my kneecap is hurting me ow that s better 
 
the priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy s 
bucket and shook it over the coffin then he walked to the other end and 
shook it again then he came back and put it back in the bucket as you 
were before you rested it s all written down he has to do it 
 
 et ne nos inducas in tentationem 
 
the server piped the answers in the treble i often thought it would be 
better to have boy servants up to fifteen or so after that of course 
 
 
holy water that was i expect shaking sleep out of it he must be fed 
up with that job shaking that thing over all the corpses they trot up 
what harm if he could see what he was shaking it over every mortal 
day a fresh batch middleaged men old women children women dead in 
childbirth men with beards baldheaded businessmen consumptive girls 
with little sparrows breasts all the year round he prayed the same 
thing over them all and shook water on top of them sleep on dignam 
now 
 
 in paradisum 
 
said he was going to paradise or is in paradise says that over 
everybody tiresome kind of a job but he has to say something 
 
the priest closed his book and went off followed by the server corny 
kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in hoisted the 
coffin again carried it out and shoved it on their cart corny kelleher 
gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother in law all followed 
them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air mr bloom came last 
folding his paper again into his pocket he gazed gravely at the ground 
till the coffincart wheeled off to the left the metal wheels ground the 
gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the 
trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres 
 
the ree the ra the ree the ra the roo lord i mustn t lilt here 
 
 the o connell circle mr dedalus said about him 
 
mr power s soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone 
 
 he s at rest he said in the middle of his people old dan o but 
his heart is buried in rome how many broken hearts are buried here 
simon 
 
 her grave is over there jack mr dedalus said i ll soon be stretched 
beside her let him take me whenever he likes 
 
breaking down he began to weep to himself quietly stumbling a little 
in his walk mr power took his arm 
 
 she s better where she is he said kindly 
 
 i suppose so mr dedalus said with a weak gasp i suppose she is in 
heaven if there is a heaven 
 
corny kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to 
plod by 
 
 sad occasions mr kernan began politely 
 
mr bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head 
 
 the others are putting on their hats mr kernan said i suppose we can 
do so too we are the last this cemetery is a treacherous place 
 
they covered their heads 
 
 the reverend gentleman read the service too quickly don t you think 
mr kernan said with reproof 
 
mr bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes secret 
eyes secretsearching mason i think not sure beside him again we 
are the last in the same boat hope he ll say something else 
 
mr kernan added 
 
 the service of the irish church used in mount jerome is simpler more 
impressive i must say 
 
mr bloom gave prudent assent the language of course was another thing 
 
mr kernan said with solemnity 
 
 i am the resurrection and the life that touches a man s inmost 
heart 
 
 it does mr bloom said 
 
your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two 
with his toes to the daisies no touching that seat of the affections 
broken heart a pump after all pumping thousands of gallons of blood 
every day one fine day it gets bunged up and there you are lots of 
them lying around here lungs hearts livers old rusty pumps damn 
the thing else the resurrection and the life once you are dead you are 
dead that last day idea knocking them all up out of their graves come 
forth lazarus and he came fifth and lost the job get up last day 
then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the 
rest of his traps find damn all of himself that morning pennyweight of 
powder in a skull twelve grammes one pennyweight troy measure 
 
corny kelleher fell into step at their side 
 
 everything went off a he said what 
 
he looked on them from his drawling eye policeman s shoulders with 
your tooraloom tooraloom 
 
 as it should be mr kernan said 
 
 what eh corny kelleher said 
 
mr kernan assured him 
 
 who is that chap behind with tom kernan john henry menton asked i 
know his face 
 
ned lambert glanced back 
 
 bloom he said madame marion tweedy that was is i mean the 
soprano she s his wife 
 
 o to be sure john henry menton said i haven t seen her for some 
time he was a finelooking woman i danced with her wait fifteen 
seventeen golden years ago at mat dillon s in roundtown and a good 
armful she was 
 
he looked behind through the others 
 
 what is he he asked what does he do wasn t he in the stationery 
line i fell foul of him one evening i remember at bowls 
 
ned lambert smiled 
 
 yes he was he said in wisdom hely s a traveller for blottingpaper 
 
 in god s name john henry menton said what did she marry a coon like 
that for she had plenty of game in her then 
 
 has still ned lambert said he does some canvassing for ads 
 
john henry menton s large eyes stared ahead 
 
the barrow turned into a side lane a portly man ambushed among the 
grasses raised his hat in homage the gravediggers touched their caps 
 
 john o connell mr power said pleased he never forgets a friend 
 
mr o connell shook all their hands in silence mr dedalus said 
 
 i am come to pay you another visit 
 
 my dear simon the caretaker answered in a low voice i don t want 
your custom at all 
 
saluting ned lambert and john henry menton he walked on at martin 
cunningham s side puzzling two long keys at his back 
 
 did you hear that one he asked them about mulcahy from the coombe 
 
 i did not martin cunningham said 
 
they bent their silk hats in concert and hynes inclined his ear the 
caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke 
in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles 
 
 they tell the story he said that two drunks came out here one foggy 
evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs they asked for 
mulcahy from the coombe and were told where he was buried after 
traipsing about in the fog they found the grave sure enough one of the 
drunks spelt out the name terence mulcahy the other drunk was blinking 
up at a statue of our saviour the widow had got put up 
 
the caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed he 
resumed 
 
 and after blinking up at the sacred figure not a bloody bit like 
the man says he that s not mulcahy says he whoever done it 
 
rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with corny kelleher accepting 
the dockets given him turning them over and scanning them as he walked 
 
 that s all done with a purpose martin cunningham explained to hynes 
 
 i know hynes said i know that 
 
 to cheer a fellow up martin cunningham said it s pure 
goodheartedness damn the thing else 
 
mr bloom admired the caretaker s prosperous bulk all want to be on good 
terms with him decent fellow john o connell real good sort keys 
like keyes s ad no fear of anyone getting out no passout checks 
 habeas corpus i must see about that ad after the funeral did i 
write ballsbridge on the envelope i took to cover when she disturbed me 
writing to martha hope it s not chucked in the dead letter office be 
the better of a shave grey sprouting beard that s the first sign when 
the hairs come out grey and temper getting cross silver threads among 
the grey fancy being his wife wonder he had the gumption to propose to 
any girl come out and live in the graveyard dangle that before her it 
might thrill her first courting death shades of night hovering 
here with all the dead stretched about the shadows of the tombs when 
churchyards yawn and daniel o connell must be a descendant i suppose 
who is this used to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the 
same like a big giant in the dark will o the wisp gas of graves 
want to keep her mind off it to conceive at all women especially are so 
touchy tell her a ghost story in bed to make her sleep have you ever 
seen a ghost well i have it was a pitchdark night the clock was on 
the stroke of twelve still they d kiss all right if properly keyed up 
whores in turkish graveyards learn anything if taken young you might 
pick up a young widow here men like that love among the tombstones 
romeo spice of pleasure in the midst of death we are in life both 
ends meet tantalising for the poor dead smell of grilled beefsteaks to 
the starving gnawing their vitals desire to grig people molly wanting 
to do it at the window eight children he has anyway 
 
he has seen a fair share go under in his time lying around him field 
after field holy fields more room if they buried them standing 
sitting or kneeling you couldn t standing his head might come up some 
day above ground in a landslip with his hand pointing all honeycombed 
the ground must be oblong cells and very neat he keeps it too trim 
grass and edgings his garden major gamble calls mount jerome well 
so it is ought to be flowers of sleep chinese cemeteries with giant 
poppies growing produce the best opium mastiansky told me the botanic 
gardens are just over there it s the blood sinking in the earth gives 
new life same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy every 
man his price well preserved fat corpse gentleman epicure invaluable 
for fruit garden a bargain by carcass of william wilkinson auditor 
and accountant lately deceased three pounds thirteen and six with 
thanks 
 
i daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanure bones flesh 
nails charnelhouses dreadful turning green and pink decomposing rot 
quick in damp earth the lean old ones tougher then a kind of a tallowy 
kind of a cheesy then begin to get black black treacle oozing out of 
them then dried up deathmoths of course the cells or whatever they 
are go on living changing about live for ever practically nothing to 
feed on feed on themselves 
 
but they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots soil must be simply 
swirling with them your head it simply swurls those pretty little 
seaside gurls he looks cheerful enough over it gives him a sense of 
power seeing all the others go under first wonder how he looks at life 
cracking his jokes too warms the cockles of his heart the one about 
the bulletin spurgeon went to heaven a m this morning p m 
 closing time not arrived yet peter the dead themselves the men 
anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what s in 
fashion a juicy pear or ladies punch hot strong and sweet keep 
out the damp you must laugh sometimes so better do it that way 
gravediggers in hamlet shows the profound knowledge of the human 
heart daren t joke about the dead for two years at least de mortuis 
nil nisi prius go out of mourning first hard to imagine his funeral 
seems a sort of a joke read your own obituary notice they say you live 
longer gives you second wind new lease of life 
 
 how many have you for tomorrow the caretaker asked 
 
 two corny kelleher said half ten and eleven 
 
the caretaker put the papers in his pocket the barrow had ceased to 
trundle the mourners split and moved to each side of the hole stepping 
with care round the graves the gravediggers bore the coffin and set its 
nose on the brink looping the bands round it 
 
burying him we come to bury caesar his ides of march or june he 
doesn t know who is here nor care now who is that lankylooking galoot 
over there in the macintosh now who is he i d like to know now i d 
give a trifle to know who he is always someone turns up you never 
dreamt of a fellow could live on his lonesome all his life yes he 
could still he d have to get someone to sod him after he died though he 
could dig his own grave we all do only man buries no ants too first 
thing strikes anybody bury the dead say robinson crusoe was true to 
life well then friday buried him every friday buries a thursday if you 
come to look at it 
 
 o poor robinson crusoe 
 how could you possibly do so 
 
poor dignam his last lie on the earth in his box when you think of 
them all it does seem a waste of wood all gnawed through they could 
invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding let it down that 
way ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow s 
they re so particular lay me in my native earth bit of clay from 
the holy land only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one 
coffin i see what it means i see to protect him as long as possible 
even in the earth the irishman s house is his coffin embalming in 
catacombs mummies the same idea 
 
mr bloom stood far back his hat in his hand counting the bared heads 
twelve i m thirteen no the chap in the macintosh is thirteen death s 
number where the deuce did he pop out of he wasn t in the chapel that 
i ll swear silly superstition that about thirteen 
 
nice soft tweed ned lambert has in that suit tinge of purple i had 
one like that when we lived in lombard street west dressy fellow he was 
once used to change three suits in the day must get that grey suit 
of mine turned by mesias hello it s dyed his wife i forgot he s not 
married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him 
 
the coffin dived out of sight eased down by the men straddled on the 
gravetrestles they struggled up and out and all uncovered twenty 
 
pause 
 
if we were all suddenly somebody else 
 
far away a donkey brayed rain no such ass never see a dead one they 
say shame of death they hide also poor papa went away 
 
gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper whisper the 
boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in 
the black open space mr bloom moved behind the portly kindly caretaker 
wellcut frockcoat weighing them up perhaps to see which will go next 
well it is a long rest feel no more it s the moment you feel must be 
damned unpleasant can t believe it at first mistake must be someone 
else try the house opposite wait i wanted to i haven t yet then 
darkened deathchamber light they want whispering around you would you 
like to see a priest then rambling and wandering delirium all you hid 
all your life the death struggle his sleep is not natural press his 
lower eyelid watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the 
soles of his feet yellow pull the pillow away and finish it off on the 
floor since he s doomed devil in that picture of sinner s death showing 
him a woman dying to embrace her in his shirt last act of lucia 
shall i nevermore behold thee bam he expires gone at last people 
talk about you a bit forget you don t forget to pray for him remember 
him in your prayers even parnell ivy day dying out then they follow 
dropping into a hole one after the other 
 
we are praying now for the repose of his soul hoping you re well and 
not in hell nice change of air out of the fryingpan of life into the 
fire of purgatory 
 
does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself they say you do when 
you shiver in the sun someone walking over it callboy s warning near 
you mine over there towards finglas the plot i bought mamma poor 
mamma and little rudy 
 
the gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in 
on the coffin mr bloom turned away his face and if he was alive all 
the time whew by jingo that would be awful no no he is dead of 
course of course he is dead monday he died they ought to have 
some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or 
a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole flag of 
distress three days rather long to keep them in summer just as well 
to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there s no 
 
the clay fell softer begin to be forgotten out of sight out of mind 
 
the caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat had enough of 
it the mourners took heart of grace one by one covering themselves 
without show mr bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its 
way deftly through the maze of graves quietly sure of his ground he 
traversed the dismal fields 
 
hynes jotting down something in his notebook ah the names but he 
knows them all no coming to me 
 
 i am just taking the names hynes said below his breath what is your 
christian name i m not sure 
 
 l mr bloom said leopold and you might put down m coy s name too he 
asked me to 
 
 charley hynes said writing i know he was on the freeman once 
 
so he was before he got the job in the morgue under louis byrne good 
idea a postmortem for doctors find out what they imagine they know 
he died of a tuesday got the run levanted with the cash of a few ads 
charley you re my darling that was why he asked me to o well does 
no harm i saw to that m coy thanks old chap much obliged leave him 
under an obligation costs nothing 
 
 and tell us hynes said do you know that fellow in the fellow was 
over there in the 
 
he looked around 
 
 macintosh yes i saw him mr bloom said where is he now 
 
 m intosh hynes said scribbling i don t know who he is is that his 
name 
 
he moved away looking about him 
 
 no mr bloom began turning and stopping i say hynes 
 
didn t hear what where has he disappeared to not a sign well of all 
the has anybody here seen kay ee double ell become invisible good 
lord what became of him 
 
a seventh gravedigger came beside mr bloom to take up an idle spade 
 
 o excuse me 
 
he stepped aside nimbly 
 
clay brown damp began to be seen in the hole it rose nearly over 
a mound of damp clods rose more rose and the gravediggers rested their 
spades all uncovered again for a few instants the boy propped 
his wreath against a corner the brother in law his on a lump the 
gravediggers put on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards 
the barrow then knocked the blades lightly on the turf clean one bent 
to pluck from the haft a long tuft of grass one leaving his mates 
walked slowly on with shouldered weapon its blade blueglancing 
silently at the gravehead another coiled the coffinband his navelcord 
the brother in law turning away placed something in his free hand 
thanks in silence sorry sir trouble headshake i know that for 
yourselves just 
 
the mourners moved away slowly without aim by devious paths staying at 
whiles to read a name on a tomb 
 
 let us go round by the chief s grave hynes said we have time 
 
 let us mr power said 
 
they turned to the right following their slow thoughts with awe mr 
power s blank voice spoke 
 
 some say he is not in that grave at all that the coffin was filled 
with stones that one day he will come again 
 
hynes shook his head 
 
 parnell will never come again he said he s there all that was 
mortal of him peace to his ashes 
 
mr bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels crosses 
broken pillars family vaults stone hopes praying with upcast eyes 
old ireland s hearts and hands more sensible to spend the money on some 
charity for the living pray for the repose of the soul of does anybody 
really plant him and have done with him like down a coalshoot then 
lump them together to save time all souls day twentyseventh i ll be 
at his grave ten shillings for the gardener he keeps it free of weeds 
old man himself bent down double with his shears clipping near death s 
door who passed away who departed this life as if they did it of 
their own accord got the shove all of them who kicked the 
bucket more interesting if they told you what they were so and so 
wheelwright i travelled for cork lino i paid five shillings in the 
pound or a woman s with her saucepan i cooked good irish stew 
eulogy in a country churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it 
wordsworth or thomas campbell entered into rest the protestants put it 
old dr murren s the great physician called him home well it s god s 
acre for them nice country residence newly plastered and painted 
ideal spot to have a quiet smoke and read the church times marriage 
ads they never try to beautify rusty wreaths hung on knobs garlands of 
bronzefoil better value that for the money still the flowers are more 
poetical the other gets rather tiresome never withering expresses 
nothing immortelles 
 
a bird sat tamely perched on a poplar branch like stuffed like the 
wedding present alderman hooper gave us hoo not a budge out of him 
knows there are no catapults to let fly at him dead animal even sadder 
silly milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox a 
daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave 
 
the sacred heart that is showing it heart on his sleeve ought to be 
sideways and red it should be painted like a real heart ireland was 
dedicated to it or whatever that seems anything but pleased why this 
infliction would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket 
of fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the 
boy apollo that was 
 
how many all these here once walked round dublin faithful departed as 
you are now so once were we 
 
besides how could you remember everybody eyes walk voice well the 
voice yes gramophone have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in 
the house after dinner on a sunday put on poor old greatgrandfather 
kraahraark hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain 
hellohello amawf krpthsth remind you of the voice like the photograph 
reminds you of the face otherwise you couldn t remember the face after 
fifteen years say for instance who for instance some fellow that died 
when i was in wisdom hely s 
 
rtststr a rattle of pebbles wait stop 
 
he looked down intently into a stone crypt some animal wait there he 
goes 
 
an obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt moving the 
pebbles an old stager greatgrandfather he knows the ropes the grey 
alive crushed itself in under the plinth wriggled itself in under it 
good hidingplace for treasure 
 
who lives there are laid the remains of robert emery robert emmet was 
buried here by torchlight wasn t he making his rounds 
 
tail gone now 
 
one of those chaps would make short work of a fellow pick the bones 
clean no matter who it was ordinary meat for them a corpse is meat 
gone bad well and what s cheese corpse of milk i read in that 
 voyages in china that the chinese say a white man smells like a 
corpse cremation better priests dead against it devilling for the 
other firm wholesale burners and dutch oven dealers time of the 
plague quicklime feverpits to eat them lethal chamber ashes to ashes 
or bury at sea where is that parsee tower of silence eaten by birds 
earth fire water drowning they say is the pleasantest see your whole 
life in a flash but being brought back to life no can t bury in the 
air however out of a flying machine wonder does the news go about 
whenever a fresh one is let down underground communication we learned 
that from them wouldn t be surprised regular square feed for them 
flies come before he s well dead got wind of dignam they wouldn t care 
about the smell of it saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse smell taste 
like raw white turnips 
 
the gates glimmered in front still open back to the world again 
enough of this place brings you a bit nearer every time last time i 
was here was mrs sinico s funeral poor papa too the love that kills 
and even scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case 
i read of to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running 
gravesores give you the creeps after a bit i will appear to you after 
death you will see my ghost after death my ghost will haunt you after 
death there is another world after death named hell i do not like that 
other world she wrote no more do i plenty to see and hear and feel 
yet feel live warm beings near you let them sleep in their maggoty 
beds they are not going to get me this innings warm beds warm 
fullblooded life 
 
martin cunningham emerged from a sidepath talking gravely 
 
solicitor i think i know his face menton john henry solicitor 
commissioner for oaths and affidavits dignam used to be in his office 
mat dillon s long ago jolly mat convivial evenings cold fowl cigars 
the tantalus glasses heart of gold really yes menton got his rag out 
that evening on the bowlinggreen because i sailed inside him pure fluke 
of mine the bias why he took such a rooted dislike to me hate 
at first sight molly and floey dillon linked under the lilactree 
laughing fellow always like that mortified if women are by 
 
got a dinge in the side of his hat carriage probably 
 
 excuse me sir mr bloom said beside them 
 
they stopped 
 
 your hat is a little crushed mr bloom said pointing 
 
john henry menton stared at him for an instant without moving 
 
 there martin cunningham helped pointing also john henry menton took 
off his hat bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his 
coatsleeve he clapped the hat on his head again 
 
 it s all right now martin cunningham said 
 
john henry menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment 
 
 thank you he said shortly 
 
they walked on towards the gates mr bloom chapfallen drew behind 
a few paces so as not to overhear martin laying down the law martin 
could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger without his 
seeing it 
 
oyster eyes never mind be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him 
get the pull over him that way 
 
thank you how grand we are this morning 
 
 
in the heart of the hibernian metropolis 
 
 
before nelson s pillar trams slowed shunted changed trolley started 
for blackrock kingstown and dalkey clonskea rathgar and terenure 
palmerston park and upper rathmines sandymount green rathmines 
ringsend and sandymount tower harold s cross the hoarse dublin united 
tramway company s timekeeper bawled them off 
 
 rathgar and terenure 
 
 come on sandymount green 
 
right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a singledeck 
moved from their railheads swerved to the down line glided parallel 
 
 start palmerston park 
 
 
the wearer of the crown 
 
 
under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and 
polished parked in north prince s street his majesty s vermilion 
mailcars bearing on their sides the royal initials e r received 
loudly flung sacks of letters postcards lettercards parcels insured 
and paid for local provincial british and overseas delivery 
 
gentlemen of the press 
 
 
grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of prince s stores 
and bumped them up on the brewery float on the brewery float bumped 
dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of prince s 
stores 
 
 there it is red murray said alexander keyes 
 
 just cut it out will you mr bloom said and i ll take it round to 
the telegraph office 
 
the door of ruttledge s office creaked again davy stephens minute in a 
large capecoat a small felt hat crowning his ringlets passed out with 
a roll of papers under his cape a king s courier 
 
red murray s long shears sliced out the advertisement from the newspaper 
in four clean strokes scissors and paste 
 
 i ll go through the printingworks mr bloom said taking the cut 
square 
 
 of course if he wants a par red murray said earnestly a pen behind 
his ear we can do him one 
 
 right mr bloom said with a nod i ll rub that in 
 
we 
 
william brayden esquire of oaklands sandymount 
 
 
red murray touched mr bloom s arm with the shears and whispered 
 
 brayden 
 
mr bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a 
stately figure entered between the newsboards of the weekly freeman 
and national press and the freeman s journal and national press 
dullthudding guinness s barrels it passed statelily up the staircase 
steered by an umbrella a solemn beardframed face the broadcloth back 
ascended each step back all his brains are in the nape of his neck 
simon dedalus says welts of flesh behind on him fat folds of neck 
fat neck fat neck 
 
 don t you think his face is like our saviour red murray whispered 
 
the door of ruttledge s office whispered ee cree they always build 
one door opposite another for the wind to way in way out 
 
our saviour beardframed oval face talking in the dusk mary martha 
steered by an umbrella sword to the footlights mario the tenor 
 
 or like mario mr bloom said 
 
 yes red murray agreed but mario was said to be the picture of our 
saviour 
 
jesusmario with rougy cheeks doublet and spindle legs hand on his 
heart in martha 
 
 co ome thou lost one 
 co ome thou dear one 
 
the crozier and the pen 
 
 
 his grace phoned down twice this morning red murray said gravely 
 
they watched the knees legs boots vanish neck 
 
a telegram boy stepped in nimbly threw an envelope on the counter and 
stepped off posthaste with a word 
 
 freeman 
 
mr bloom said slowly 
 
 well he is one of our saviours also 
 
a meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap as he passed 
in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage 
along the now reverberating boards but will he save the circulation 
thumping thumping 
 
he pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered stepping over strewn 
packing paper through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards 
nannetti s reading closet 
 
with unfeigned regret it is we announce the dissolution of a most 
respected dublin burgess 
 
 
hynes here too account of the funeral probably thumping thump this 
morning the remains of the late mr patrick dignam machines smash a man 
to atoms if they got him caught rule the world today his machineries 
are pegging away too like these got out of hand fermenting working 
away tearing away and that old grey rat tearing to get in 
 
how a great daily organ is turned out 
 
 
mr bloom halted behind the foreman s spare body admiring a glossy 
crown 
 
strange he never saw his real country ireland my country member for 
college green he boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was worth 
it s the ads and side features sell a weekly not the stale news in the 
official gazette queen anne is dead published by authority in the year 
one thousand and demesne situate in the townland of rosenallis barony 
of tinnahinch to all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to statute 
showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from ballina 
nature notes cartoons phil blake s weekly pat and bull story uncle 
toby s page for tiny tots country bumpkin s queries dear mr editor 
what is a good cure for flatulence i d like that part learn a lot 
teaching others the personal note m a p mainly all pictures 
shapely bathers on golden strand world s biggest balloon double 
marriage of sisters celebrated two bridegrooms laughing heartily at 
each other cuprani too printer more irish than the irish 
 
the machines clanked in threefour time thump thump thump now if he 
got paralysed there and no one knew how to stop them they d clank on and 
on the same print it over and over and up and back monkeydoodle the 
whole thing want a cool head 
 
 well get it into the evening edition councillor hynes said 
 
soon be calling him my lord mayor long john is backing him they say 
 
the foreman without answering scribbled press on a corner of the sheet 
and made a sign to a typesetter he handed the sheet silently over the 
dirty glass screen 
 
 right thanks hynes said moving off 
 
mr bloom stood in his way 
 
 if you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch he said 
pointing backward with his thumb 
 
 did you hynes asked 
 
 mm mr bloom said look sharp and you ll catch him 
 
 thanks old man hynes said i ll tap him too 
 
he hurried on eagerly towards the freeman s journal 
 
three bob i lent him in meagher s three weeks third hint 
 
we see the canvasser at work 
 
 
mr bloom laid his cutting on mr nannetti s desk 
 
 excuse me councillor he said this ad you see keyes you remember 
 
mr nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded 
 
 he wants it in for july mr bloom said 
 
the foreman moved his pencil towards it 
 
 but wait mr bloom said he wants it changed keyes you see he wants 
two keys at the top 
 
hell of a racket they make he doesn t hear it nannan iron nerves 
maybe he understands what i 
 
the foreman turned round to hear patiently and lifting an elbow began 
to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket 
 
 like that mr bloom said crossing his forefingers at the top 
 
let him take that in first 
 
mr bloom glancing sideways up from the cross he had made saw the 
foreman s sallow face think he has a touch of jaundice and beyond the 
obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper clank it clank it miles 
of it unreeled what becomes of it after o wrap up meat parcels 
various uses thousand and one things 
 
slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew 
swiftly on the scarred woodwork 
 
house of key e s 
 
 
 like that see two crossed keys here a circle then here the name 
alexander keyes tea wine and spirit merchant so on 
 
better not teach him his own business 
 
 you know yourself councillor just what he wants then round the top 
in leaded the house of keys you see do you think that s a good idea 
 
the foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched 
there quietly 
 
 the idea mr bloom said is the house of keys you know councillor 
the manx parliament innuendo of home rule tourists you know from the 
isle of man catches the eye you see can you do that 
 
i could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that voglio but then 
if he didn t know only make it awkward for him better not 
 
 we can do that the foreman said have you the design 
 
 i can get it mr bloom said it was in a kilkenny paper he has a 
house there too i ll just run out and ask him well you can do that 
and just a little par calling attention you know the usual highclass 
licensed premises longfelt want so on 
 
the foreman thought for an instant 
 
 we can do that he said let him give us a three months renewal 
 
a typesetter brought him a limp galleypage he began to check it 
silently mr bloom stood by hearing the loud throbs of cranks watching 
the silent typesetters at their cases 
 
orthographical 
 
 
want to be sure of his spelling proof fever martin cunningham forgot 
to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning it is amusing to view 
the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it double ess ment of a 
harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear 
under a cemetery wall silly isn t it cemetery put in of course on 
account of the symmetry 
 
i should have said when he clapped on his topper thank you i ought 
to have said something about an old hat or something no i could have 
said looks as good as new now see his phiz then 
 
sllt the nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its 
flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers sllt almost 
human the way it sllt to call attention doing its level best to speak 
that door too sllt creaking asking to be shut everything speaks in its 
own way sllt 
 
noted churchman an occasional contributor 
 
 
the foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly saying 
 
 wait where s the archbishop s letter it s to be repeated in the 
 telegraph where s what s his name 
 
he looked about him round his loud unanswering machines 
 
 monks sir a voice asked from the castingbox 
 
 ay where s monks 
 
 monks 
 
mr bloom took up his cutting time to get out 
 
 then i ll get the design mr nannetti he said and you ll give it a 
good place i know 
 
 monks 
 
 yes sir 
 
three months renewal want to get some wind off my chest first try it 
anyhow rub in august good idea horseshow month ballsbridge tourists 
over for the show 
 
a dayfather 
 
 
he walked on through the caseroom passing an old man bowed spectacled 
aproned old monks the dayfather queer lot of stuff he must have put 
through his hands in his time obituary notices pubs ads speeches 
divorce suits found drowned nearing the end of his tether now sober 
serious man with a bit in the savingsbank i d say wife a good cook and 
washer daughter working the machine in the parlour plain jane no damn 
nonsense and it was the feast of the passover 
 
 
he stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type 
reads it backwards first quickly he does it must require some practice 
that mangid kcirtap poor papa with his hagadah book reading backwards 
with his finger to me pessach next year in jerusalem dear o dear 
all that long business about that brought us out of the land of egypt 
and into the house of bondage alleluia shema israel adonai elohenu 
no that s the other then the twelve brothers jacob s sons and then 
the lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the 
butcher and then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the 
ox and the dog kills the cat sounds a bit silly till you come to look 
into it well justice it means but it s everybody eating everyone else 
that s what life is after all how quickly he does that job practice 
makes perfect seems to see with his fingers 
 
mr bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on to 
the landing now am i going to tram it out all the way and then catch 
him out perhaps better phone him up first number yes same as 
citron s house twentyeight twentyeight double four 
 
only once more that soap 
 
 
he went down the house staircase who the deuce scrawled all over those 
walls with matches looks as if they did it for a bet heavy greasy 
smell there always is in those works lukewarm glue in thom s next door 
when i was there 
 
he took out his handkerchief to dab his nose citronlemon ah the soap 
i put there lose it out of that pocket putting back his handkerchief 
he took out the soap and stowed it away buttoned into the hip pocket 
of his trousers 
 
what perfume does your wife use i could go home still tram something 
i forgot just to see before dressing no here no 
 
a sudden screech of laughter came from the evening telegraph office 
know who that is what s up pop in a minute to phone ned lambert it 
is 
 
he entered softly 
 
erin green gem of the silver sea 
 
 
 the ghost walks professor machugh murmured softly biscuitfully to 
the dusty windowpane 
 
mr dedalus staring from the empty fireplace at ned lambert s quizzing 
face asked of it sourly 
 
 agonising christ wouldn t it give you a heartburn on your arse 
 
ned lambert seated on the table read on 
 
 or again note the meanderings of some purling rill as it babbles 
on its way tho quarrelling with the stony obstacles to the tumbling 
waters of neptune s blue domain mid mossy banks fanned by gentlest 
zephyrs played on by the glorious sunlight or neath the shadows cast 
o er its pensive bosom by the overarching leafage of the giants of 
the forest what about that simon he asked over the fringe of his 
newspaper how s that for high 
 
 changing his drink mr dedalus said 
 
ned lambert laughing struck the newspaper on his knees repeating 
 
 the pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage o boys o boys 
 
 and xenophon looked upon marathon mr dedalus said looking again on 
the fireplace and to the window and marathon looked on the sea 
 
 that will do professor machugh cried from the window i don t want to 
hear any more of the stuff 
 
he ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and 
hungered made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand 
 
high falutin stuff bladderbags ned lambert is taking a day off i see 
rather upsets a man s day a funeral does he has influence they 
say old chatterton the vicechancellor is his granduncle or his 
greatgranduncle close on ninety they say subleader for his death 
written this long time perhaps living to spite them might go first 
himself johnny make room for your uncle the right honourable hedges 
eyre chatterton daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on 
gale days windfall when he kicks out alleluia 
 
 just another spasm ned lambert said 
 
 what is it mr bloom asked 
 
 a recently discovered fragment of cicero professor machugh answered 
with pomp of tone our lovely land short but to the point 
 
 
 whose land mr bloom said simply 
 
 most pertinent question the professor said between his chews with an 
accent on the whose 
 
 dan dawson s land mr dedalus said 
 
 is it his speech last night mr bloom asked 
 
ned lambert nodded 
 
 but listen to this he said 
 
the doorknob hit mr bloom in the small of the back as the door was 
pushed in 
 
 excuse me j j o molloy said entering 
 
mr bloom moved nimbly aside 
 
 i beg yours he said 
 
 good day jack 
 
 come in come in 
 
 good day 
 
 how are you dedalus 
 
 well and yourself 
 
j j o molloy shook his head 
 
sad 
 
 
cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be decline poor chap 
that hectic flush spells finis for a man touch and go with him what s 
in the wind i wonder money worry 
 
 or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks 
 
 you re looking extra 
 
 is the editor to be seen j j o molloy asked looking towards the 
inner door 
 
 very much so professor machugh said to be seen and heard he s in 
his sanctum with lenehan 
 
j j o molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the 
pink pages of the file 
 
practice dwindling a mighthavebeen losing heart gambling debts of 
honour reaping the whirlwind used to get good retainers from d and t 
fitzgerald their wigs to show the grey matter brains on their sleeve 
like the statue in glasnevin believe he does some literary work for the 
 express with gabriel conroy wellread fellow myles crawford began 
on the independent funny the way those newspaper men veer about when 
they get wind of a new opening weathercocks hot and cold in the same 
breath wouldn t know which to believe one story good till you hear 
the next go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows 
over hail fellow well met the next moment 
 
 ah listen to this for god sake ned lambert pleaded or again if we 
but climb the serried mountain peaks 
 
 bombast the professor broke in testily enough of the inflated 
windbag 
 
 peaks ned lambert went on towering high on high to bathe our 
souls as it were 
 
 bathe his lips mr dedalus said blessed and eternal god yes is he 
taking anything for it 
 
 as twere in the peerless panorama of ireland s portfolio 
unmatched despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize 
regions for very beauty of bosky grove and undulating plain and 
luscious pastureland of vernal green steeped in the transcendent 
translucent glow of our mild mysterious irish twilight 
 
his native doric 
 
 
 the moon professor machugh said he forgot hamlet 
 
 that mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of 
the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence 
 
 o mr dedalus cried giving vent to a hopeless groan shite and 
onions that ll do ned life is too short 
 
he took off his silk hat and blowing out impatiently his bushy 
moustache welshcombed his hair with raking fingers 
 
ned lambert tossed the newspaper aside chuckling with delight an 
instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor machugh s 
unshaven blackspectacled face 
 
 doughy daw he cried 
 
what wetherup said 
 
 
all very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot 
cake that stuff he was in the bakery line too wasn t he why they call 
him doughy daw feathered his nest well anyhow daughter engaged to that 
chap in the inland revenue office with the motor hooked that nicely 
entertainments open house big blowout wetherup always said that get 
a grip of them by the stomach 
 
the inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face crested 
by a comb of feathery hair thrust itself in the bold blue eyes stared 
about them and the harsh voice asked 
 
 what is it 
 
 and here comes the sham squire himself professor machugh said 
grandly 
 
 getonouthat you bloody old pedagogue the editor said in recognition 
 
 come ned mr dedalus said putting on his hat i must get a drink 
after that 
 
 drink the editor cried no drinks served before mass 
 
 quite right too mr dedalus said going out come on ned 
 
ned lambert sidled down from the table the editor s blue eyes roved 
towards mr bloom s face shadowed by a smile 
 
 will you join us myles ned lambert asked 
 
memorable battles recalled 
 
 
 north cork militia the editor cried striding to the mantelpiece we 
won every time north cork and spanish officers 
 
 where was that myles ned lambert asked with a reflective glance at 
his toecaps 
 
 in ohio the editor shouted 
 
 so it was begad ned lambert agreed 
 
passing out he whispered to j j o molloy 
 
 incipient jigs sad case 
 
 ohio the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face 
my ohio 
 
 a perfect cretic the professor said long short and long 
 
o harp eolian 
 
 
he took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and breaking 
off a piece twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant 
unwashed teeth 
 
 bingbang bangbang 
 
mr bloom seeing the coast clear made for the inner door 
 
 just a moment mr crawford he said i just want to phone about an ad 
 
he went in 
 
 what about that leader this evening professor machugh asked coming 
to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder 
 
 that ll be all right myles crawford said more calmly never you fret 
hello jack that s all right 
 
 good day myles j j o molloy said letting the pages he held slip 
limply back on the file is that canada swindle case on today 
 
the telephone whirred inside 
 
 twentyeight no twenty double four yes 
 
spot the winner 
 
 
lenehan came out of the inner office with sport s tissues 
 
 who wants a dead cert for the gold cup he asked sceptre with o 
madden up 
 
he tossed the tissues on to the table 
 
screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was 
flung open 
 
 hush lenehan said i hear feetstoops 
 
professor machugh strode across the room and seized the cringing urchin 
by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the 
steps the tissues rustled up in the draught floated softly in the air 
blue scrawls and under the table came to earth 
 
 it wasn t me sir it was the big fellow shoved me sir 
 
 throw him out and shut the door the editor said there s a hurricane 
blowing 
 
lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor grunting as he 
stooped twice 
 
 waiting for the racing special sir the newsboy said it was pat 
farrell shoved me sir 
 
he pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe 
 
 him sir 
 
 out of this with you professor machugh said gruffly 
 
he hustled the boy out and banged the door to 
 
j j o molloy turned the files crackingly over murmuring seeking 
 
 continued on page six column four 
 
 yes evening telegraph here mr bloom phoned from the inner office 
is the boss yes telegraph to where aha which auction rooms 
 aha i see right i ll catch him 
 
a collision ensues 
 
 
the bell whirred again as he rang off he came in quickly and bumped 
against lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue 
 
 pardon monsieur lenehan said clutching him for an instant and 
making a grimace 
 
 my fault mr bloom said suffering his grip are you hurt i m in a 
hurry 
 
 knee lenehan said 
 
he made a comic face and whined rubbing his knee 
 
 the accumulation of the anno domini 
 
 sorry mr bloom said 
 
he went to the door and holding it ajar paused j j o molloy slapped 
the heavy pages over the noise of two shrill voices a mouthorgan 
echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the doorsteps 
 
 we are the boys of wexford 
 who fought with heart and hand 
 
exit bloom 
 
 
 i m just running round to bachelor s walk mr bloom said about this 
ad of keyes s want to fix it up they tell me he s round there in 
dillon s 
 
he looked indecisively for a moment at their faces the editor who 
leaning against the mantelshelf had propped his head on his hand 
suddenly stretched forth an arm amply 
 
 begone he said the world is before you 
 
 back in no time mr bloom said hurrying out 
 
j j o molloy took the tissues from lenehan s hand and read them 
blowing them apart gently without comment 
 
 he ll get that advertisement the professor said staring through his 
blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind look at the young scamps 
after him 
 
 show where lenehan cried running to the window 
 
a street cortege 
 
 
both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in mr 
bloom s wake the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite a 
tail of white bowknots 
 
 look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry lenehan said 
and you ll kick o my rib risible taking off his flat spaugs and the 
walk small nines steal upon larks 
 
he began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding 
feet past the fireplace to j j o molloy who placed the tissues in his 
receiving hands 
 
 what s that myles crawford said with a start where are the other two 
gone 
 
 who the professor said turning they re gone round to the oval for a 
drink paddy hooper is there with jack hall came over last night 
 
 come on then myles crawford said where s my hat 
 
he walked jerkily into the office behind parting the vent of his 
jacket jingling his keys in his back pocket they jingled then in the 
air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer 
 
 he s pretty well on professor machugh said in a low voice 
 
 seems to be j j o molloy said taking out a cigarettecase in 
murmuring meditation but it is not always as it seems who has the most 
matches 
 
the calumet of peace 
 
 
he offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself lenehan 
promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn j j 
o molloy opened his case again and offered it 
 
 thanky vous lenehan said helping himself 
 
the editor came from the inner office a straw hat awry on his brow he 
declaimed in song pointing sternly at professor machugh 
 
 twas rank and fame that tempted thee twas empire charmed thy 
heart 
 
the professor grinned locking his long lips 
 
 eh you bloody old roman empire myles crawford said 
 
he took a cigarette from the open case lenehan lighting it for him 
with quick grace said 
 
 silence for my brandnew riddle 
 
 imperium romanum j j o molloy said gently it sounds nobler than 
british or brixton the word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire 
 
myles crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling 
 
 that s it he said we are the fat you and i are the fat in the fire 
we haven t got the chance of a snowball in hell 
 
the grandeur that was rome 
 
 
 wait a moment professor machugh said raising two quiet claws we 
mustn t be led away by words by sounds of words we think of rome 
imperial imperious imperative 
 
he extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs pausing 
 
 what was their civilisation vast i allow but vile cloacae sewers 
the jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said it is meet 
to be here let us build an altar to jehovah the roman like the 
englishman who follows in his footsteps brought to every new shore on 
which he set his foot on our shore he never set it only his cloacal 
obsession he gazed about him in his toga and he said it is meet to be 
here let us construct a watercloset 
 
 which they accordingly did do lenehan said our old ancient 
ancestors as we read in the first chapter of guinness s were partial 
to the running stream 
 
 they were nature s gentlemen j j o molloy murmured but we have 
also roman law 
 
 and pontius pilate is its prophet professor machugh responded 
 
 do you know that story about chief baron palles j j o molloy asked 
it was at the royal university dinner everything was going swimmingly 
 
 
 first my riddle lenehan said are you ready 
 
mr o madden burke tall in copious grey of donegal tweed came in from 
the hallway stephen dedalus behind him uncovered as he entered 
 
 entrez mes enfants lenehan cried 
 
 i escort a suppliant mr o madden burke said melodiously youth led by 
experience visits notoriety 
 
 how do you do the editor said holding out a hand come in your 
governor is just gone 
 
 
lenehan said to all 
 
 silence what opera resembles a railwayline reflect ponder 
excogitate reply 
 
stephen handed over the typed sheets pointing to the title and 
signature 
 
 who the editor asked 
 
bit torn off 
 
 mr garrett deasy stephen said 
 
 that old pelters the editor said who tore it was he short taken 
 
 on swift sail flaming 
 from storm and south 
 he comes pale vampire 
 mouth to my mouth 
 
 good day stephen the professor said coming to peer over their 
shoulders foot and mouth are you turned 
 
bullockbefriending bard 
 
shindy in wellknown restaurant 
 
 
 good day sir stephen answered blushing the letter is not mine mr 
garrett deasy asked me to 
 
 o i know him myles crawford said and i knew his wife too the 
bloodiest old tartar god ever made by jesus she had the foot and mouth 
disease and no mistake the night she threw the soup in the waiter s 
face in the star and garter oho 
 
a woman brought sin into the world for helen the runaway wife of 
menelaus ten years the greeks o rourke prince of breffni 
 
 is he a widower stephen asked 
 
 ay a grass one myles crawford said his eye running down the 
typescript emperor s horses habsburg an irishman saved his life on 
the ramparts of vienna don t you forget maximilian karl o donnell 
graf von tirconnell in ireland sent his heir over to make the king 
an austrian fieldmarshal now going to be trouble there one day wild 
geese o yes every time don t you forget that 
 
 the moot point is did he forget it j j o molloy said quietly 
turning a horseshoe paperweight saving princes is a thank you job 
 
professor machugh turned on him 
 
 and if not he said 
 
 i ll tell you how it was myles crawford began a hungarian it was one 
day lost causes 
 
noble marquess mentioned 
 
 
 we were always loyal to lost causes the professor said success for 
us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination we were never 
loyal to the successful we serve them i teach the blatant latin 
language i speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is 
the maxim time is money material domination dominus lord where is 
the spirituality lord jesus lord salisbury a sofa in a westend club 
but the greek 
 
kyrie eleison 
 
 
a smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes lengthened his long 
lips 
 
 the greek he said again kyrios shining word the vowels the 
semite and the saxon know not kyrie the radiance of the intellect 
i ought to profess greek the language of the mind kyrie eleison the 
closetmaker and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit we 
are liege subjects of the catholic chivalry of europe that foundered at 
trafalgar and of the empire of the spirit not an imperium that 
went under with the athenian fleets at aegospotami yes yes they went 
under pyrrhus misled by an oracle made a last attempt to retrieve the 
fortunes of greece loyal to a lost cause 
 
he strode away from them towards the window 
 
 they went forth to battle mr o madden burke said greyly but they 
always fell 
 
 boohoo lenehan wept with a little noise owing to a brick received in 
the latter half of the matin e poor poor poor pyrrhus 
 
he whispered then near stephen s ear 
 
lenehan s limerick 
 
 
 there s a ponderous pundit machugh 
 who wears goggles of ebony hue 
 as he mostly sees double 
 to wear them why trouble 
 i can t see the joe miller can you 
 
in mourning for sallust mulligan says whose mother is beastly dead 
 
myles crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket 
 
 that ll be all right he said i ll read the rest after that ll be 
all right 
 
lenehan extended his hands in protest 
 
 but my riddle he said what opera is like a railwayline 
 
 opera mr o madden burke s sphinx face reriddled 
 
lenehan announced gladly 
 
 the rose of castile see the wheeze rows of cast steel gee 
 
he poked mr o madden burke mildly in the spleen mr o madden burke fell 
back with grace on his umbrella feigning a gasp 
 
 help he sighed i feel a strong weakness 
 
lenehan rising to tiptoe fanned his face rapidly with the rustling 
tissues 
 
the professor returning by way of the files swept his hand across 
stephen s and mr o madden burke s loose ties 
 
 paris past and present he said you look like communards 
 
 like fellows who had blown up the bastile j j o molloy said in 
quiet mockery or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of finland between 
you you look as though you had done the deed general bobrikoff 
 
omnium gatherum 
 
 
 we were only thinking about it stephen said 
 
 all the talents myles crawford said law the classics 
 
 the turf lenehan put in 
 
 literature the press 
 
 if bloom were here the professor said the gentle art of 
advertisement 
 
 and madam bloom mr o madden burke added the vocal muse dublin s 
prime favourite 
 
lenehan gave a loud cough 
 
 ahem he said very softly o for a fresh of breath air i caught a 
cold in the park the gate was open 
 
you can do it 
 
 
the editor laid a nervous hand on stephen s shoulder 
 
 i want you to write something for me he said something with a bite 
in it you can do it i see it in your face in the lexicon of youth 
 
 
see it in your face see it in your eye lazy idle little schemer 
 
 foot and mouth disease the editor cried in scornful invective great 
nationalist meeting in borris in ossory all balls bulldosing the 
public give them something with a bite in it put us all into it damn 
its soul father son and holy ghost and jakes m carthy 
 
 we can all supply mental pabulum mr o madden burke said 
 
stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare 
 
 he wants you for the pressgang j j o molloy said 
 
the great gallaher 
 
 
 you can do it myles crawford repeated clenching his hand in 
emphasis wait a minute we ll paralyse europe as ignatius gallaher 
used to say when he was on the shaughraun doing billiardmarking in the 
clarence gallaher that was a pressman for you that was a pen you 
know how he made his mark i ll tell you that was the smartest piece of 
journalism ever known that was in eightyone sixth of may time of 
the invincibles murder in the phoenix park before you were born i 
suppose i ll show you 
 
he pushed past them to the files 
 
 look at here he said turning the new york world cabled for a 
special remember that time 
 
professor machugh nodded 
 
 new york world the editor said excitedly pushing back his straw 
hat where it took place tim kelly or kavanagh i mean joe brady and 
the rest of them where skin the goat drove the car whole route see 
 
 skin the goat mr o madden burke said fitzharris he has that 
cabman s shelter they say down there at butt bridge holohan told me 
you know holohan 
 
 hop and carry one is it myles crawford said 
 
 and poor gumley is down there too so he told me minding stones for 
the corporation a night watchman 
 
stephen turned in surprise 
 
 gumley he said you don t say so a friend of my father s is it 
 
 never mind gumley myles crawford cried angrily let gumley mind 
the stones see they don t run away look at here what did ignatius 
gallaher do i ll tell you inspiration of genius cabled right away 
have you weekly freeman of march right have you got that 
 
he flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point 
 
 take page four advertisement for bransome s coffee let us say have 
you got that right 
 
the telephone whirred 
 
a distant voice 
 
 
 i ll answer it the professor said going 
 
 b is parkgate good 
 
his finger leaped and struck point after point vibrating 
 
 t is viceregal lodge c is where murder took place k is knockmaroon 
gate 
 
the loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock s wattles an illstarched 
dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his 
waistcoat 
 
 hello evening telegraph here hello who s there yes 
yes yes 
 
 f to p is the route skin the goat drove the car for an alibi 
inchicore roundtown windy arbour palmerston park ranelagh f a b p 
got that x is davy s publichouse in upper leeson street 
 
the professor came to the inner door 
 
 bloom is at the telephone he said 
 
 tell him go to hell the editor said promptly x is davy s 
publichouse see clever very 
 
 
 clever lenehan said very 
 
 gave it to them on a hot plate myles crawford said the whole bloody 
history 
 
nightmare from which you will never awake 
 
 i saw it the editor said proudly i was present dick adams the 
besthearted bloody corkman the lord ever put the breath of life in and 
myself 
 
lenehan bowed to a shape of air announcing 
 
 madam i m adam and able was i ere i saw elba 
 
 history myles crawford cried the old woman of prince s street was 
there first there was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that out of 
an advertisement gregor grey made the design for it that gave him the 
leg up then paddy hooper worked tay pay who took him on to the star 
now he s got in with blumenfeld that s press that s talent pyatt he 
was all their daddies 
 
 the father of scare journalism lenehan confirmed and the 
brother in law of chris callinan 
 
 hello are you there yes he s here still come across 
yourself 
 
 where do you find a pressman like that now eh the editor cried he 
flung the pages down 
 
 clamn dever lenehan said to mr o madden burke 
 
 very smart mr o madden burke said 
 
professor machugh came from the inner office 
 
 talking about the invincibles he said did you see that some hawkers 
were up before the recorder 
 
 o yes j j o molloy said eagerly lady dudley was walking home 
through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that 
cyclone last year and thought she d buy a view of dublin and it 
turned out to be a commemoration postcard of joe brady or number one or 
skin the goat right outside the viceregal lodge imagine 
 
 they re only in the hook and eye department myles crawford said 
psha press and the bar where have you a man now at the bar like those 
fellows like whiteside like isaac butt like silvertongued o hagan 
eh ah bloody nonsense psha only in the halfpenny place 
 
his mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain 
 
would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss how do you know why did you 
write it then 
 
rhymes and reasons 
 
 
mouth south is the mouth south someway or the south a mouth must be 
some south pout out shout drouth rhymes two men dressed the same 
looking the same two by two 
 
 la tua pace 
 che parlar ti piace 
 mentrech il vento come fa si tace 
 
he saw them three by three approaching girls in green in rose in 
russet entwining per l aer perso in mauve in purple quella 
pacifica oriafiamma gold of oriflamme di rimirar fe piu ardenti 
but i old men penitent leadenfooted underdarkneath the night mouth 
south tomb womb 
 
 speak up for yourself mr o madden burke said 
 
sufficient for the day 
 
 
j j o molloy smiling palely took up the gage 
 
 my dear myles he said flinging his cigarette aside you put a false 
construction on my words i hold no brief as at present advised for 
the third profession qua profession but your cork legs are running away 
with you why not bring in henry grattan and flood and demosthenes and 
edmund burke ignatius gallaher we all know and his chapelizod boss 
harmsworth of the farthing press and his american cousin of the bowery 
guttersheet not to mention paddy kelly s budget pue s occurrences 
and our watchful friend the skibbereen eagle why bring in a master 
of forensic eloquence like whiteside sufficient for the day is the 
newspaper thereof links with bygone days of yore 
 
 
 grattan and flood wrote for this very paper the editor cried in his 
face irish volunteers where are you now established dr lucas 
who have you now like john philpot curran psha 
 
 well j j o molloy said bushe k c for example 
 
 bushe the editor said well yes bushe yes he has a strain of it 
in his blood kendal bushe or i mean seymour bushe 
 
 he would have been on the bench long ago the professor said only for 
 but no matter 
 
j j o molloy turned to stephen and said quietly and slowly 
 
 one of the most polished periods i think i ever listened to in my life 
fell from the lips of seymour bushe it was in that case of fratricide 
the childs murder case bushe defended him and in the porches of mine 
ear did pour 
 
 
by the way how did he find that out he died in his sleep or the other 
story beast with two backs 
 
 what was that the professor asked 
 
italia magistra artium 
 
 
 he spoke on the law of evidence j j o molloy said of roman justice 
as contrasted with the earlier mosaic code the lex talionis and he 
cited the moses of michelangelo in the vatican 
 
 ha 
 
 a few wellchosen words lenehan prefaced silence 
 
pause j j o molloy took out his cigarettecase 
 
false lull something quite ordinary 
 
messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar 
 
i have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that 
it was that small act trivial in itself that striking of that match 
that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives a polished 
period 
 
 
j j o molloy resumed moulding his words 
 
 he said of it that stony effigy in frozen music horned and 
terrible of the human form divine that eternal symbol of wisdom and 
of prophecy which if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor 
has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring 
deserves to live deserves to live 
 
his slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall 
 
 fine myles crawford said at once 
 
 the divine afflatus mr o madden burke said 
 
 you like it j j o molloy asked stephen 
 
stephen his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture blushed he 
took a cigarette from the case j j o molloy offered his case to myles 
crawford lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy 
saying 
 
 muchibus thankibus 
 
a man of high morale 
 
 
 professor magennis was speaking to me about you j j o molloy said 
to stephen what do you think really of that hermetic crowd the opal 
hush poets a e the mastermystic that blavatsky woman started it 
she was a nice old bag of tricks a e has been telling some yankee 
interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to 
ask him about planes of consciousness magennis thinks you must have 
been pulling a e s leg he is a man of the very highest morale 
magennis 
 
speaking about me what did he say what did he say what did he say 
about me don t ask 
 
 no thanks professor machugh said waving the cigarettecase aside 
wait a moment let me say one thing the finest display of oratory i 
ever heard was a speech made by john f taylor at the college historical 
society mr justice fitzgibbon the present lord justice of appeal had 
spoken and the paper under debate was an essay new for those days 
advocating the revival of the irish tongue 
 
he turned towards myles crawford and said 
 
 you know gerald fitzgibbon then you can imagine the style of his 
discourse 
 
 he is sitting with tim healy j j o molloy said rumour has it on 
the trinity college estates commission 
 
 he is sitting with a sweet thing myles crawford said in a child s 
frock go on well 
 
 it was the speech mark you the professor said of a finished orator 
full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction i will 
not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man s contumely 
upon the new movement it was then a new movement we were weak 
therefore worthless 
 
he closed his long thin lips an instant but eager to be on raised 
an outspanned hand to his spectacles and with trembling thumb and 
ringfinger touching lightly the black rims steadied them to a new 
focus 
 
impromptu 
 
 
in ferial tone he addressed j j o molloy 
 
 taylor had come there you must know from a sickbed that he 
had prepared his speech i do not believe for there was not even one 
shorthandwriter in the hall his dark lean face had a growth of shaggy 
beard round it he wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he 
looked though he was not a dying man 
 
his gaze turned at once but slowly from j j o molloy s towards 
stephen s face and then bent at once to the ground seeking his 
unglazed linen collar appeared behind his bent head soiled by his 
withering hair still seeking he said 
 
 when fitzgibbon s speech had ended john f taylor rose to reply 
briefly as well as i can bring them to mind his words were these 
 
he raised his head firmly his eyes bethought themselves once more 
witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro seeking outlet 
 
he began 
 
 mr chairman ladies and gentlemen great was my admiration in 
listening to the remarks addressed to the youth of ireland a moment 
since by my learned friend it seemed to me that i had been transported 
into a country far away from this country into an age remote from 
this age that i stood in ancient egypt and that i was listening to the 
speech of some highpriest of that land addressed to the youthful moses 
 
his listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear their smokes 
ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech and let our 
crooked smokes noble words coming look out could you try your hand 
at it yourself 
 
 and it seemed to me that i heard the voice of that egyptian 
highpriest raised in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride i heard 
his words and their meaning was revealed to me 
 
from the fathers 
 
 
it was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted 
which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were good 
could be corrupted ah curse you that s saint augustine 
 
 why will you jews not accept our culture our religion and our 
language you are a tribe of nomad herdsmen we are a mighty people you 
have no cities nor no wealth our cities are hives of humanity and 
our galleys trireme and quadrireme laden with all manner merchandise 
furrow the waters of the known globe you have but emerged from 
primitive conditions we have a literature a priesthood an agelong 
history and a polity 
 
nile 
 
child man effigy 
 
by the nilebank the babemaries kneel cradle of bulrushes a man supple 
in combat stonehorned stonebearded heart of stone 
 
 you pray to a local and obscure idol our temples majestic and 
mysterious are the abodes of isis and osiris of horus and ammon ra 
yours serfdom awe and humbleness ours thunder and the seas israel 
is weak and few are her children egypt is an host and terrible are her 
arms vagrants and daylabourers are you called the world trembles at 
our name 
 
a dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech he lifted his voice above it 
boldly 
 
 but ladies and gentlemen had the youthful moses listened to and 
accepted that view of life had he bowed his head and bowed his will 
and bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would never have 
brought the chosen people out of their house of bondage nor followed 
the pillar of the cloud by day he would never have spoken with the 
eternal amid lightnings on sinai s mountaintop nor ever have come down 
with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in 
his arms the tables of the law graven in the language of the outlaw 
 
he ceased and looked at them enjoying a silence 
 
ominous for him 
 
j j o molloy said not without regret 
 
 and yet he died without having entered the land of promise 
 
 a sudden at the moment though from lingering illness often 
previously expectorated demise lenehan added and with a great future 
behind him 
 
the troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and pattering 
up the staircase 
 
 that is oratory the professor said uncontradicted gone with the 
wind hosts at mullaghmast and tara of the kings miles of ears of 
porches the tribune s words howled and scattered to the four winds 
a people sheltered within his voice dead noise akasic records of all 
that ever anywhere wherever was love and laud him me no more 
 
i have money 
 
 gentlemen stephen said as the next motion on the agenda paper may i 
suggest that the house do now adjourn 
 
 you take my breath away it is not perchance a french compliment 
mr o madden burke asked tis the hour methinks when the winejug 
metaphorically speaking is most grateful in ye ancient hostelry 
 
 that it be and hereby is resolutely resolved all that are in favour 
say ay lenehan announced the contrary no i declare it carried to 
which particular boosing shed my casting vote is mooney s 
 
he led the way admonishing 
 
 we will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters will we not yes 
we will not by no manner of means 
 
mr o madden burke following close said with an ally s lunge of his 
umbrella 
 
 lay on macduff 
 
 chip of the old block the editor cried clapping stephen on the 
shoulder let us go where are those blasted keys 
 
he fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets 
 
 foot and mouth i know that ll be all right that ll go in where are 
they that s all right 
 
he thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office let us hope 
 
 
j j o molloy about to follow him in said quietly to stephen 
 
 i hope you will live to see it published myles one moment 
 
he went into the inner office closing the door behind him 
 
 come along stephen the professor said that is fine isn t it it 
has the prophetic vision fuit ilium the sack of windy troy kingdoms 
of this world the masters of the mediterranean are fellaheen today 
 
the first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and 
rushed out into the street yelling 
 
 racing special 
 
dublin i have much much to learn 
 
they turned to the left along abbey street 
 
 i have a vision too stephen said 
 
 yes the professor said skipping to get into step crawford will 
follow 
 
another newsboy shot past them yelling as he ran 
 
 racing special 
 
dear dirty dublin 
 
 
dubliners 
 
 two dublin vestals stephen said elderly and pious have lived fifty 
and fiftythree years in fumbally s lane 
 
 where is that the professor asked 
 
 off blackpitts stephen said 
 
damp night reeking of hungry dough against the wall face glistering 
tallow under her fustian shawl frantic hearts akasic records quicker 
darlint 
 
on now dare it let there be life 
 
 they want to see the views of dublin from the top of nelson s pillar 
they save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox they 
shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies 
with the blade of a knife two and three in silver and one and seven 
in coppers they put on their bonnets and best clothes and take their 
umbrellas for fear it may come on to rain 
 
 wise virgins professor machugh said 
 
life on the raw 
 
 
 they buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at 
the north city diningrooms in marlborough street from miss kate collins 
proprietress they purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl 
at the foot of nelson s pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn they 
give two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile and begin 
to waddle slowly up the winding staircase grunting encouraging each 
other afraid of the dark panting one asking the other have you the 
brawn praising god and the blessed virgin threatening to come down 
peeping at the airslits glory be to god they had no idea it was that 
high 
 
their names are anne kearns and florence maccabe anne kearns has the 
lumbago for which she rubs on lourdes water given her by a lady who got 
a bottleful from a passionist father florence maccabe takes a crubeen 
and a bottle of double x for supper every saturday 
 
 antithesis the professor said nodding twice vestal virgins i can 
see them what s keeping our friend 
 
he turned 
 
a bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps scattering in all 
directions yelling their white papers fluttering hard after them 
myles crawford appeared on the steps his hat aureoling his scarlet 
face talking with j j o molloy 
 
 come along the professor cried waving his arm 
 
he set off again to walk by stephen s side return of bloom 
 
 
 yes he said i see them 
 
mr bloom breathless caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the 
offices of the irish catholic and dublin penny journal called 
 
 mr crawford a moment 
 
 telegraph racing special 
 
 what is it myles crawford said falling back a pace 
 
a newsboy cried in mr bloom s face 
 
 terrible tragedy in rathmines a child bit by a bellows 
 
interview with the editor 
 
 
 just this ad mr bloom said pushing through towards the steps 
puffing and taking the cutting from his pocket i spoke with mr keyes 
just now he ll give a renewal for two months he says after he ll 
see but he wants a par to call attention in the telegraph too 
the saturday pink and he wants it copied if it s not too late i told 
councillor nannetti from the kilkenny people i can have access to 
it in the national library house of keys don t you see his name is 
keyes it s a play on the name but he practically promised he d give 
the renewal but he wants just a little puff what will i tell him mr 
crawford k m a 
 
 
 will you tell him he can kiss my arse myles crawford said throwing 
out his arm for emphasis tell him that straight from the stable 
 
a bit nervy look out for squalls all off for a drink arm in arm 
lenehan s yachting cap on the cadge beyond usual blarney wonder is 
that young dedalus the moving spirit has a good pair of boots on him 
today last time i saw him he had his heels on view been walking in 
muck somewhere careless chap what was he doing in irishtown 
 
 well mr bloom said his eyes returning if i can get the design i 
suppose it s worth a short par he d give the ad i think i ll tell him 
 k m r i a 
 
 
 he can kiss my royal irish arse myles crawford cried loudly over his 
shoulder any time he likes tell him 
 
while mr bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on 
jerkily 
 
raising the wind 
 
 
 nulla bona jack he said raising his hand to his chin i m up to 
here i ve been through the hoop myself i was looking for a fellow to 
back a bill for me no later than last week sorry jack you must take 
the will for the deed with a heart and a half if i could raise the wind 
anyhow 
 
j j o molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently they caught up 
on the others and walked abreast 
 
 when they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty 
fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the 
railings 
 
 something for you the professor explained to myles crawford two old 
dublin women on the top of nelson s pillar 
 
some column that s what waddler one said 
 
 
 that s new myles crawford said that s copy out for the waxies 
dargle two old trickies what 
 
 but they are afraid the pillar will fall stephen went on they see 
the roofs and argue about where the different churches are rathmines 
blue dome adam and eve s saint laurence o toole s but it makes them 
giddy to look so they pull up their skirts 
 
those slightly rambunctious females 
 
 
 easy all myles crawford said no poetic licence we re in the 
archdiocese here 
 
 and settle down on their striped petticoats peering up at the statue 
of the onehandled adulterer 
 
 onehandled adulterer the professor cried i like that i see the 
idea i see what you mean 
 
dames donate dublin s cits speedpills velocitous aeroliths belief 
 
 
 it gives them a crick in their necks stephen said and they are too 
tired to look up or down or to speak they put the bag of plums between 
them and eat the plums out of it one after another wiping off with 
their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and 
spitting the plumstones slowly out between the railings 
 
he gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close lenehan and mr o madden 
burke hearing turned beckoned and led on across towards mooney s 
 
 finished myles crawford said so long as they do no worse 
 
sophist wallops haughty helen square on proboscis spartans gnash 
molars ithacans vow pen is champ 
 
 
 you remind me of antisthenes the professor said a disciple of 
gorgias the sophist it is said of him that none could tell if he were 
bitterer against others or against himself he was the son of a noble 
and a bondwoman and he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of 
beauty from argive helen and handed it to poor penelope 
 
poor penelope penelope rich 
 
they made ready to cross o connell street 
 
hello there central 
 
 
at various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless 
trolleys stood in their tracks bound for or from rathmines 
rathfarnham blackrock kingstown and dalkey sandymount green ringsend 
and sandymount tower donnybrook palmerston park and upper rathmines 
all still becalmed in short circuit hackney cars cabs delivery 
waggons mailvans private broughams aerated mineral water floats with 
rattling crates of bottles rattled rolled horsedrawn rapidly 
 
what and likewise where 
 
 
 but what do you call it myles crawford asked where did they get the 
plums 
 
virgilian says pedagogue sophomore plumps for old man moses 
 
 
 call it wait the professor said opening his long lips wide to 
reflect call it let me see call it deus nobis haec otia fecit 
 
 no stephen said i call it a pisgah sight of palestine or the 
parable of the plums 
 
 i see the professor said 
 
he laughed richly 
 
 i see he said again with new pleasure moses and the promised land 
we gave him that idea he added to j j o molloy 
 
horatio is cynosure this fair june day 
 
 
j j o molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and held 
his peace 
 
 i see the professor said 
 
he halted on sir john gray s pavement island and peered aloft at nelson 
through the meshes of his wry smile 
 
diminished digits prove too titillating for frisky frumps anne wimbles 
flo wangles yet can you blame them 
 
 
 onehandled adulterer he said smiling grimly that tickles me i must 
say 
 
 tickled the old ones too myles crawford said if the god almighty s 
truth was known 
 
 
pineapple rock lemon platt butter scotch a sugarsticky girl 
shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother some school 
treat bad for their tummies lozenge and comfit manufacturer to his 
majesty the king god save our sitting on his throne sucking red 
jujubes white 
 
 
a sombre y m c a young man watchful among the warm sweet fumes of 
graham lemon s placed a throwaway in a hand of mr bloom 
 
heart to heart talks 
 
bloo me no 
 
blood of the lamb 
 
his slow feet walked him riverward reading are you saved all are 
washed in the blood of the lamb god wants blood victim birth hymen 
martyr war foundation of a building sacrifice kidney burntoffering 
druids altars elijah is coming dr john alexander dowie restorer of 
the church in zion is coming 
 
 is coming is coming is coming all heartily welcome paying game 
torry and alexander last year polygamy his wife will put the stopper 
on that where was that ad some birmingham firm the luminous crucifix 
our saviour wake up in the dead of night and see him on the wall 
hanging pepper s ghost idea iron nails ran in 
 
 
phosphorus it must be done with if you leave a bit of codfish for 
instance i could see the bluey silver over it night i went down to the 
pantry in the kitchen don t like all the smells in it waiting to rush 
out what was it she wanted the malaga raisins thinking of spain 
before rudy was born the phosphorescence that bluey greeny very good 
for the brain 
 
from butler s monument house corner he glanced along bachelor s walk 
dedalus daughter there still outside dillon s auctionrooms must be 
selling off some old furniture knew her eyes at once from the father 
lobbing about waiting for him home always breaks up when the mother 
goes fifteen children he had birth every year almost that s in their 
theology or the priest won t give the poor woman the confession the 
absolution increase and multiply did you ever hear such an idea eat 
you out of house and home no families themselves to feed living on the 
fat of the land their butteries and larders i d like to see them do 
the black fast yom kippur crossbuns one meal and a collation for fear 
he d collapse on the altar a housekeeper of one of those fellows if you 
could pick it out of her never pick it out of her like getting l s d 
out of him does himself well no guests all for number one watching 
his water bring your own bread and butter his reverence mum s the 
word 
 
good lord that poor child s dress is in flitters underfed she looks 
too potatoes and marge marge and potatoes it s after they feel it 
proof of the pudding undermines the constitution 
 
as he set foot on o connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from 
the parapet brewery barge with export stout england sea air sours it 
i heard be interesting some day get a pass through hancock to see the 
brewery regular world in itself vats of porter wonderful rats get in 
too drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating dead drunk on 
the porter drink till they puke again like christians imagine drinking 
that rats vats well of course if we knew all the things 
 
looking down he saw flapping strongly wheeling between the gaunt 
quaywalls gulls rough weather outside if i threw myself down reuben 
j s son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage one and 
eightpence too much hhhhm it s the droll way he comes out with the 
things knows how to tell a story too 
 
they wheeled lower looking for grub wait 
 
he threw down among them a crumpled paper ball elijah thirtytwo feet 
per sec is com not a bit the ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of 
swells floated under by the bridgepiers not such damn fools also the 
day i threw that stale cake out of the erin s king picked it up in the 
wake fifty yards astern live by their wits they wheeled flapping 
 
 the hungry famished gull 
 flaps o er the waters dull 
 
that is how poets write the similar sounds but then shakespeare has 
no rhymes blank verse the flow of the language it is the thoughts 
solemn 
 
 
 hamlet i am thy father s spirit 
 doomed for a certain time to walk the earth 
 two apples a penny two for a penny 
 
 
his gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand australians 
they must be this time of year shiny peels polishes them up with a rag 
or a handkerchief 
 
wait those poor birds 
 
he halted again and bought from the old applewoman two banbury cakes for 
a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into 
the liffey see that the gulls swooped silently two then all from 
their heights pouncing on prey gone every morsel 
 
aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his 
hands they never expected that manna live on fish fishy flesh they 
have all seabirds gulls seagoose swans from anna liffey swim down 
here sometimes to preen themselves no accounting for tastes wonder 
what kind is swanmeat robinson crusoe had to live on them 
 
they wheeled flapping weakly i m not going to throw any more penny 
quite enough lot of thanks i get not even a caw they spread foot and 
mouth disease too if you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes 
like that eat pig like pig but then why is it that saltwater fish are 
not salty how is that 
 
his eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor 
on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board 
 
 kino s trousers 
 
good idea that wonder if he pays rent to the corporation how can you 
own water really it s always flowing in a stream never the same which 
in the stream of life we trace because life is a stream all kinds of 
places are good for ads that quack doctor for the clap used to be stuck 
up in all the greenhouses never see it now strictly confidential dr 
hy franks didn t cost him a red like maginni the dancing master self 
advertisement got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for 
that matter on the q t running in to loosen a button flybynight 
just the place too post no bills post pills some chap with a dose 
burning him 
 
if he 
 
o 
 
eh 
 
no no 
 
no no i don t believe it he wouldn t surely 
 
no no 
 
mr bloom moved forward raising his troubled eyes think no more about 
that after one timeball on the ballastoffice is down dunsink time 
fascinating little book that is of sir robert ball s parallax i never 
exactly understood there s a priest could ask him par it s greek 
parallel parallax met him pike hoses she called it till i told her 
about the transmigration o rocks 
 
mr bloom smiled o rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice she s right 
after all only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound 
she s not exactly witty can be rude too blurt out what i was thinking 
still i don t know she used to say ben dollard had a base barreltone 
voice he has legs like barrels and you d think he was singing into a 
barrel now isn t that wit they used to call him big ben not half as 
witty as calling him base barreltone appetite like an albatross get 
outside of a baron of beef powerful man he was at stowing away number 
one bass barrel of bass see it all works out 
 
a procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him 
along the gutter scarlet sashes across their boards bargains like 
that priest they are this morning we have sinned we have suffered he 
read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats h e l y s 
wisdom hely s y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his 
foreboard crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked our 
staple food three bob a day walking along the gutters street after 
street just keep skin and bone together bread and skilly they are 
not boyl no m glade s men doesn t bring in any business either 
i suggested to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls 
sitting inside writing letters copybooks envelopes blottingpaper i 
bet that would have caught on smart girls writing something catch the 
eye at once everyone dying to know what she s writing get twenty of 
them round you if you stare at nothing have a finger in the pie women 
too curiosity pillar of salt wouldn t have it of course because he 
didn t think of it himself first or the inkbottle i suggested with a 
false stain of black celluloid his ideas for ads like plumtree s potted 
under the obituaries cold meat department you can t lick em what 
our envelopes hello jones where are you going can t stop robinson 
i am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser kansell sold 
by hely s ltd dame street well out of that ruck i am devil of a 
job it was collecting accounts of those convents tranquilla convent 
that was a nice nun there really sweet face wimple suited her small 
head sister sister i am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes 
very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman i disturbed her at her 
devotions that morning but glad to communicate with the outside world 
our great day she said feast of our lady of mount carmel sweet name 
too caramel she knew i i think she knew by the way she if she had 
married she would have changed i suppose they really were short of 
money fried everything in the best butter all the same no lard for 
them my heart s broke eating dripping they like buttering themselves 
in and out molly tasting it her veil up sister pat claffey the 
pawnbroker s daughter it was a nun they say invented barbed wire 
 
he crossed westmoreland street when apostrophe s had plodded by rover 
cycleshop those races are on today how long ago is that year phil 
gilligan died we were in lombard street west wait was in thom s 
got the job in wisdom hely s year we married six years ten years ago 
ninetyfour he died yes that s right the big fire at arnott s val dillon 
was lord mayor the glencree dinner alderman robert o reilly emptying 
the port into his soup before the flag fell bobbob lapping it for the 
inner alderman couldn t hear what the band played for what we have 
already received may the lord make us milly was a kiddy then molly 
had that elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs mantailored with 
selfcovered buttons she didn t like it because i sprained my ankle 
first day she wore choir picnic at the sugarloaf as if that old 
goodwin s tall hat done up with some sticky stuff flies picnic 
too never put a dress on her back like it fitted her like a glove 
shoulders and hips just beginning to plump it out well rabbitpie we 
had that day people looking after her 
 
happy happier then snug little room that was with the red wallpaper 
dockrell s one and ninepence a dozen milly s tubbing night american 
soap i bought elderflower cosy smell of her bathwater funny she 
looked soaped all over shapely too now photography poor papa s 
daguerreotype atelier he told me of hereditary taste 
 
he walked along the curbstone 
 
stream of life what was the name of that priestylooking chap was always 
squinting in when he passed weak eyes woman stopped in citron s saint 
kevin s parade pen something pendennis my memory is getting pen 
 of course it s years ago noise of the trams probably well if he 
couldn t remember the dayfather s name that he sees every day 
 
bartell d arcy was the tenor just coming out then seeing her home 
after practice conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache gave her 
that song winds that blow from the south 
 
windy night that was i went to fetch her there was that lodge meeting on 
about those lottery tickets after goodwin s concert in the supperroom or 
oakroom of the mansion house he and i behind sheet of her music blew 
out of my hand against the high school railings lucky it didn t 
thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her professor goodwin 
linking her in front shaky on his pins poor old sot his farewell 
concerts positively last appearance on any stage may be for months and 
may be for never remember her laughing at the wind her blizzard collar 
up corner of harcourt road remember that gust brrfoo blew up all her 
skirts and her boa nearly smothered old goodwin she did get flushed 
in the wind remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up 
those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the chutney sauce she 
liked and the mulled rum could see her in the bedroom from the hearth 
unclamping the busk of her stays white 
 
swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed always warm from her 
always liked to let her self out sitting there after till near two 
taking out her hairpins milly tucked up in beddyhouse happy happy 
that was the night 
 
 o mr bloom how do you do 
 
 o how do you do mrs breen 
 
 no use complaining how is molly those times haven t seen her for 
ages 
 
 in the pink mr bloom said gaily milly has a position down in 
mullingar you know 
 
 go away isn t that grand for her 
 
 yes in a photographer s there getting on like a house on fire how 
are all your charges 
 
 all on the baker s list mrs breen said 
 
how many has she no other in sight 
 
 you re in black i see you have no 
 
 no mr bloom said i have just come from a funeral 
 
going to crop up all day i foresee who s dead when and what did he 
die of turn up like a bad penny 
 
 o dear me mrs breen said i hope it wasn t any near relation 
 
may as well get her sympathy 
 
 dignam mr bloom said an old friend of mine he died quite suddenly 
poor fellow heart trouble i believe funeral was this morning 
 
 your funeral s tomorrow while you re coming through the rye 
diddlediddle dumdum diddlediddle 
 
 sad to lose the old friends mrs breen s womaneyes said melancholily 
 
now that s quite enough about that just quietly husband 
 
 and your lord and master 
 
mrs breen turned up her two large eyes hasn t lost them anyhow 
 
 o don t be talking she said he s a caution to rattlesnakes he s 
in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel he has me 
heartscalded wait till i show you 
 
hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured 
out from harrison s the heavy noonreek tickled the top of mr bloom s 
gullet want to make good pastry butter best flour demerara sugar 
or they d taste it with the hot tea or is it from her a barefoot 
arab stood over the grating breathing in the fumes deaden the gnaw of 
hunger that way pleasure or pain is it penny dinner knife and fork 
chained to the table 
 
opening her handbag chipped leather hatpin ought to have a guard on 
those things stick it in a chap s eye in the tram rummaging open 
money please take one devils if they lose sixpence raise cain 
husband barging where s the ten shillings i gave you on monday are 
you feeding your little brother s family soiled handkerchief 
medicinebottle pastille that was fell what is she 
 
 there must be a new moon out she said he s always bad then do you 
know what he did last night 
 
her hand ceased to rummage her eyes fixed themselves on him wide in 
alarm yet smiling 
 
 what mr bloom asked 
 
let her speak look straight in her eyes i believe you trust me 
 
 woke me up in the night she said dream he had a nightmare 
 
indiges 
 
 said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs 
 
 the ace of spades mr bloom said 
 
she took a folded postcard from her handbag 
 
 read that she said he got it this morning 
 
 what is it mr bloom asked taking the card u p 
 
 u p up she said someone taking a rise out of him it s a great 
shame for them whoever he is 
 
 indeed it is mr bloom said 
 
she took back the card sighing 
 
 and now he s going round to mr menton s office he s going to take an 
action for ten thousand pounds he says 
 
she folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch 
 
same blue serge dress she had two years ago the nap bleaching seen its 
best days wispish hair over her ears and that dowdy toque three old 
grapes to take the harm out of it shabby genteel she used to be a 
tasty dresser lines round her mouth only a year or so older than 
molly 
 
see the eye that woman gave her passing cruel the unfair sex 
 
he looked still at her holding back behind his look his discontent 
pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny i m hungry too flakes of pastry 
on the gusset of her dress daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek 
rhubarb tart with liberal fillings rich fruit interior josie powell 
that was in luke doyle s long ago dolphin s barn the charades u p 
up 
 
change the subject 
 
 do you ever see anything of mrs beaufoy mr bloom asked 
 
 mina purefoy she said 
 
philip beaufoy i was thinking playgoers club matcham often thinks of 
the masterstroke did i pull the chain yes the last act 
 
 yes 
 
 i just called to ask on the way in is she over it she s in the 
lying in hospital in holles street dr horne got her in she s three 
days bad now 
 
 o mr bloom said i m sorry to hear that 
 
 yes mrs breen said and a houseful of kids at home it s a very stiff 
birth the nurse told me 
 
 o mr bloom said 
 
his heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news his tongue clacked in 
compassion dth dth 
 
 i m sorry to hear that he said poor thing three days that s 
terrible for her 
 
mrs breen nodded 
 
 she was taken bad on the tuesday 
 
mr bloom touched her funnybone gently warning her 
 
 mind let this man pass 
 
a bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a 
rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass tight as a 
skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head from his arm a folded dustcoat 
a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride 
 
 watch him mr bloom said he always walks outside the lampposts 
watch 
 
 who is he if it s a fair question mrs breen asked is he dotty 
 
 his name is cashel boyle o connor fitzmaurice tisdall farrell mr 
bloom said smiling watch 
 
 he has enough of them she said denis will be like that one of these 
days 
 
she broke off suddenly 
 
 there he is she said i must go after him goodbye remember me to 
molly won t you 
 
 i will mr bloom said 
 
he watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts denis breen 
in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of harrison s 
hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs blown in from the bay like old 
times he suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust 
his dull grey beard towards her his loose jaw wagging as he spoke 
earnestly 
 
meshuggah off his chump 
 
mr bloom walked on again easily seeing ahead of him in sunlight the 
tight skullpiece the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat going the two 
days watch him out he goes again one way of getting on in the world 
and that other old mosey lunatic in those duds hard time she must have 
with him 
 
u p up i ll take my oath that s alf bergan or richie goulding wrote 
it for a lark in the scotch house i bet anything round to menton s 
office his oyster eyes staring at the postcard be a feast for the 
gods 
 
he passed the irish times there might be other answers iying there 
like to answer them all good system for criminals code at their lunch 
now clerk with the glasses there doesn t know me o leave them there 
to simmer enough bother wading through fortyfour of them wanted smart 
lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work i called you naughty 
darling because i do not like that other world please tell me what is 
the meaning please tell me what perfume does your wife tell me who 
made the world the way they spring those questions on you and the 
other one lizzie twigg my literary efforts have had the good fortune to 
meet with the approval of the eminent poet a e mr geo russell no 
time to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry 
 
best paper by long chalks for a small ad got the provinces now cook 
and general exc cuisine housemaid kept wanted live man for spirit 
counter resp girl r c wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop 
james carlisle made that six and a half per cent dividend made a big 
deal on coates s shares ca canny cunning old scotch hunks all the 
toady news our gracious and popular vicereine bought the irish field 
now lady mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and 
rode out with the ward union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday 
at rathoath uneatable fox pothunters too fear injects juices make 
it tender enough for them riding astride sit her horse like a man 
weightcarrying huntress no sidesaddle or pillion for her not for joe 
first to the meet and in at the death strong as a brood mare some of 
those horsey women swagger around livery stables toss off a glass 
of brandy neat while you d say knife that one at the grosvenor this 
morning up with her on the car wishswish stonewall or fivebarred gate 
put her mount to it think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite who 
is this she was like o yes mrs miriam dandrade that sold me her old 
wraps and black underclothes in the shelbourne hotel divorced spanish 
american didn t take a feather out of her my handling them as if i was 
her clotheshorse saw her in the viceregal party when stubbs the park 
ranger got me in with whelan of the express scavenging what the 
quality left high tea mayonnaise i poured on the plums thinking it was 
custard her ears ought to have tingled for a few weeks after want to 
be a bull for her born courtesan no nursery work for her thanks 
 
poor mrs purefoy methodist husband method in his madness saffron bun 
and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy y m c a eating 
with a stopwatch thirtytwo chews to the minute and still his 
muttonchop whiskers grew supposed to be well connected theodore s 
cousin in dublin castle one tony relative in every family hardy 
annuals he presents her with saw him out at the three jolly topers 
marching along bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a 
marketnet the squallers poor thing then having to give the breast 
year after year all hours of the night selfish those t t s are dog in 
the manger only one lump of sugar in my tea if you please 
 
he stood at fleet street crossing luncheon interval a sixpenny at 
rowe s must look up that ad in the national library an eightpenny in 
the burton better on my way 
 
he walked on past bolton s westmoreland house tea tea tea i forgot 
to tap tom kernan 
 
sss dth dth dth three days imagine groaning on a bed with a 
vinegared handkerchief round her forehead her belly swollen out phew 
dreadful simply child s head too big forceps doubled up inside her 
trying to butt its way out blindly groping for the way out kill me 
that would lucky molly got over hers lightly they ought to invent 
something to stop that life with hard labour twilight sleep idea 
queen victoria was given that nine she had a good layer old 
woman that lived in a shoe she had so many children suppose he was 
consumptive time someone thought about it instead of gassing about the 
what was it the pensive bosom of the silver effulgence flapdoodle to 
feed fools on they could easily have big establishments whole thing 
quite painless out of all the taxes give every child born five quid at 
compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is a hundred shillings 
and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage 
people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit twentyone years 
want to work it out on paper come to a tidy sum more than you think 
 
not stillborn of course they are not even registered trouble for 
nothing 
 
funny sight two of them together their bellies out molly and mrs 
moisel mothers meeting phthisis retires for the time being then 
returns how flat they look all of a sudden after peaceful eyes weight 
off their mind old mrs thornton was a jolly old soul all my babies 
she said the spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them o that s 
nyumnyum got her hand crushed by old tom wall s son his first bow to 
the public head like a prize pumpkin snuffy dr murren people knocking 
them up at all hours for god sake doctor wife in her throes then 
keep them waiting months for their fee to attendance on your wife no 
gratitude in people humane doctors most of them 
 
before the huge high door of the irish house of parliament a flock of 
pigeons flew their little frolic after meals who will we do it on i 
pick the fellow in black here goes here s good luck must be thrilling 
from the air apjohn myself and owen goldberg up in the trees near 
goose green playing the monkeys mackerel they called me 
 
a squad of constables debouched from college street marching in indian 
file goosestep foodheated faces sweating helmets patting their 
truncheons after their feed with a good load of fat soup under their 
belts policeman s lot is oft a happy one they split up in groups and 
scattered saluting towards their beats let out to graze best moment 
to attack one in pudding time a punch in his dinner a squad of others 
marching irregularly rounded trinity railings making for the station 
bound for their troughs prepare to receive cavalry prepare to receive 
soup 
 
he crossed under tommy moore s roguish finger they did right to put him 
up over a urinal meeting of the waters ought to be places for women 
running into cakeshops settle my hat straight there is not in this 
wide world a vallee great song of julia morkan s kept her voice up to 
the very last pupil of michael balfe s wasn t she 
 
he gazed after the last broad tunic nasty customers to tackle jack 
power could a tale unfold father a g man if a fellow gave them trouble 
being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell 
can t blame them after all with the job they have especially the young 
hornies that horsepoliceman the day joe chamberlain was given his 
degree in trinity he got a run for his money my word he did his 
horse s hoofs clattering after us down abbey street lucky i had the 
presence of mind to dive into manning s or i was souped he did come a 
wallop by george must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones i 
oughtn t to have got myself swept along with those medicals and the 
trinity jibs in their mortarboards looking for trouble still i got to 
know that young dixon who dressed that sting for me in the mater and now 
he s in holles street where mrs purefoy wheels within wheels police 
whistle in my ears still all skedaddled why he fixed on me give me in 
charge right here it began 
 
 up the boers 
 
 three cheers for de wet 
 
 we ll hang joe chamberlain on a sourapple tree 
 
silly billies mob of young cubs yelling their guts out vinegar hill 
the butter exchange band few years time half of them magistrates and 
civil servants war comes on into the army helterskelter same fellows 
used to whether on the scaffold high 
 
never know who you re talking to corny kelleher he has harvey duff in 
his eye like that peter or denis or james carey that blew the gaff on 
the invincibles member of the corporation too egging raw youths on to 
get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the castle 
drop him like a hot potato why those plainclothes men are always 
courting slaveys easily twig a man used to uniform squarepushing up 
against a backdoor maul her a bit then the next thing on the menu and 
who is the gentleman does be visiting there was the young master saying 
anything peeping tom through the keyhole decoy duck hotblooded young 
student fooling round her fat arms ironing 
 
 are those yours mary 
 
 i don t wear such things stop or i ll tell the missus on you out 
half the night 
 
 there are great times coming mary wait till you see 
 
 ah gelong with your great times coming 
 
barmaids too tobaccoshopgirls 
 
james stephens idea was the best he knew them circles of ten so that 
a fellow couldn t round on more than his own ring sinn fein back out 
you get the knife hidden hand stay in the firing squad turnkey s 
daughter got him out of richmond off from lusk putting up in the 
buckingham palace hotel under their very noses garibaldi 
 
you must have a certain fascination parnell arthur griffith is a 
squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob or gas about 
our lovely land gammon and spinach dublin bakery company s tearoom 
debating societies that republicanism is the best form of government 
that the language question should take precedence of the economic 
question have your daughters inveigling them to your house stuff them 
up with meat and drink michaelmas goose here s a good lump of thyme 
seasoning under the apron for you have another quart of goosegrease 
before it gets too cold halffed enthusiasts penny roll and a walk with 
the band no grace for the carver the thought that the other chap pays 
best sauce in the world make themselves thoroughly at home show us 
over those apricots meaning peaches the not far distant day homerule 
sun rising up in the northwest 
 
his smile faded as he walked a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly 
shadowing trinity s surly front trams passed one another ingoing 
outgoing clanging useless words things go on same day after day 
squads of police marching out back trams in out those two loonies 
mooching about dignam carted off mina purefoy swollen belly on a 
bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her one born every second 
somewhere other dying every second since i fed the birds five minutes 
three hundred kicked the bucket other three hundred born washing the 
blood off all are washed in the blood of the lamb bawling maaaaaa 
 
cityful passing away other cityful coming passing away too other 
coming on passing on houses lines of houses streets miles of 
pavements piledup bricks stones changing hands this owner that 
landlord never dies they say other steps into his shoes when he gets 
his notice to quit they buy the place up with gold and still they have 
all the gold swindle in it somewhere piled up in cities worn away age 
after age pyramids in sand built on bread and onions slaves chinese 
wall babylon big stones left round towers rest rubble sprawling 
suburbs jerrybuilt kerwan s mushroom houses built of breeze shelter 
for the night 
 
no one is anything 
 
this is the very worst hour of the day vitality dull gloomy hate 
this hour feel as if i had been eaten and spewed 
 
provost s house the reverend dr salmon tinned salmon well tinned in 
there like a mortuary chapel wouldn t live in it if they paid me hope 
they have liver and bacon today nature abhors a vacuum 
 
the sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware 
opposite in walter sexton s window by which john howard parnell passed 
unseeing 
 
there he is the brother image of him haunting face now that s a 
coincidence course hundreds of times you think of a person and don t 
meet him like a man walking in his sleep no one knows him must be a 
corporation meeting today they say he never put on the city marshal s 
uniform since he got the job charley kavanagh used to come out on 
his high horse cocked hat puffed powdered and shaved look at the 
woebegone walk of him eaten a bad egg poached eyes on ghost i have a 
pain great man s brother his brother s brother he d look nice on the 
city charger drop into the d b c probably for his coffee play chess 
there his brother used men as pawns let them all go to pot afraid to 
pass a remark on him freeze them up with that eye of his that s the 
fascination the name all a bit touched mad fanny and his other sister 
mrs dickinson driving about with scarlet harness bolt upright lik 
surgeon m ardle still david sheehy beat him for south meath apply 
for the chiltern hundreds and retire into public life the patriot s 
banquet eating orangepeels in the park simon dedalus said when they 
put him in parliament that parnell would come back from the grave and 
lead him out of the house of commons by the arm 
 
 of the twoheaded octopus one of whose heads is the head upon which 
the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with 
a scotch accent the tentacles 
 
they passed from behind mr bloom along the curbstone beard and bicycle 
young woman 
 
and there he is too now that s really a coincidence second time 
coming events cast their shadows before with the approval of the 
eminent poet mr geo russell that might be lizzie twigg with him a 
e what does that mean initials perhaps albert edward arthur edmund 
alphonsus eb ed el esquire what was he saying the ends of the world 
with a scotch accent tentacles octopus something occult symbolism 
holding forth she s taking it all in not saying a word to aid 
gentleman in literary work 
 
his eyes followed the high figure in homespun beard and bicycle 
a listening woman at his side coming from the vegetarian only 
weggebobbles and fruit don t eat a beefsteak if you do the eyes of 
that cow will pursue you through all eternity they say it s healthier 
windandwatery though tried it keep you on the run all day bad as 
a bloater dreams all night why do they call that thing they gave me 
nutsteak nutarians fruitarians to give you the idea you are eating 
rumpsteak absurd salty too they cook in soda keep you sitting by the 
tap all night 
 
her stockings are loose over her ankles i detest that so tasteless 
those literary etherial people they are all dreamy cloudy 
symbolistic esthetes they are i wouldn t be surprised if it was that 
kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical 
for example one of those policemen sweating irish stew into their shirts 
you couldn t squeeze a line of poetry out of him don t know what poetry 
is even must be in a certain mood 
 
 the dreamy cloudy gull 
 waves o er the waters dull 
 
he crossed at nassau street corner and stood before the window of yeates 
and son pricing the fieldglasses or will i drop into old harris s and 
have a chat with young sinclair wellmannered fellow probably at his 
lunch must get those old glasses of mine set right goerz lenses six 
guineas germans making their way everywhere sell on easy terms to 
capture trade undercutting might chance on a pair in the railway lost 
property office astonishing the things people leave behind them in 
trains and cloakrooms what do they be thinking about women too 
incredible last year travelling to ennis had to pick up that farmer s 
daughter s ba and hand it to her at limerick junction unclaimed money 
too there s a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test 
those glasses by 
 
 
his lids came down on the lower rims of his irides can t see it if you 
imagine it s there you can almost see it can t see it 
 
he faced about and standing between the awnings held out his right 
hand at arm s length towards the sun wanted to try that often yes 
completely the tip of his little finger blotted out the sun s disk 
must be the focus where the rays cross if i had black glasses 
interesting there was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we 
were in lombard street west looking up from the back garden terrific 
explosions they are there will be a total eclipse this year autumn 
some time 
 
now that i come to think of it that ball falls at greenwich time it s 
the clock is worked by an electric wire from dunsink must go out there 
some first saturday of the month if i could get an introduction to 
professor joly or learn up something about his family that would do to 
man always feels complimented flattery where least expected nobleman 
proud to be descended from some king s mistress his foremother lay it 
on with a trowel cap in hand goes through the land not go in and blurt 
out what you know you re not to what s parallax show this gentleman 
the door 
 
ah 
 
his hand fell to his side again 
 
never know anything about it waste of time gasballs spinning about 
crossing each other passing same old dingdong always gas then solid 
then world then cold then dead shell drifting around frozen rock 
like that pineapple rock the moon must be a new moon out she said i 
believe there is 
 
he went on by la maison claire 
 
wait the full moon was the night we were sunday fortnight exactly there 
is a new moon walking down by the tolka not bad for a fairview moon 
she was humming the young may moon she s beaming love he other side 
of her elbow arm he glowworm s la amp is gleaming love touch 
fingers asking answer yes 
 
stop stop if it was it was must 
 
mr bloom quickbreathing slowlier walking passed adam court 
 
with a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here 
middle of the day of bob doran s bottle shoulders on his annual bend 
m coy said they drink in order to say or do something or cherchez la 
femme up in the coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the 
rest of the year sober as a judge 
 
yes thought so sloping into the empire gone plain soda would do him 
good where pat kinsella had his harp theatre before whitbred ran the 
queen s broth of a boy dion boucicault business with his harvestmoon 
face in a poky bonnet three purty maids from school how time flies 
eh showing long red pantaloons under his skirts drinkers drinking 
laughed spluttering their drink against their breath more power pat 
coarse red fun for drunkards guffaw and smoke take off that white 
hat his parboiled eyes where is he now beggar somewhere the harp 
that once did starve us all 
 
i was happier then or was that i or am i now i twentyeight i was she 
twentythree when we left lombard street west something changed could 
never like it again after rudy can t bring back time like holding 
water in your hand would you go back to then just beginning then 
would you are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy 
wants to sew on buttons for me i must answer write it in the library 
 
grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses muslin prints 
silkdames and dowagers jingle of harnesses hoofthuds lowringing in the 
baking causeway thick feet that woman has in the white stockings hope 
the rain mucks them up on her countrybred chawbacon all the beef to 
the heels were in always gives a woman clumsy feet molly looks out of 
plumb 
 
he passed dallying the windows of brown thomas silk mercers cascades 
of ribbons flimsy china silks a tilted urn poured from its mouth a 
flood of bloodhued poplin lustrous blood the huguenots brought that 
here la causa santa tara tara great chorus that taree tara must 
be washed in rainwater meyerbeer tara bom bom bom 
 
pincushions i m a long time threatening to buy one sticking them all 
over the place needles in window curtains 
 
he bared slightly his left forearm scrape nearly gone not today 
anyhow must go back for that lotion for her birthday perhaps 
junejulyaugseptember eighth nearly three months off then she mightn t 
like it women won t pick up pins say it cuts lo 
 
gleaming silks petticoats on slim brass rails rays of flat silk 
stockings 
 
useless to go back had to be tell me all 
 
high voices sunwarm silk jingling harnesses all for a woman home and 
houses silkwebs silver rich fruits spicy from jaffa agendath netaim 
wealth of the world 
 
a warm human plumpness settled down on his brain his brain yielded 
perfume of embraces all him assailed with hungered flesh obscurely he 
mutely craved to adore 
 
duke street here we are must eat the burton feel better then 
 
he turned combridge s corner still pursued jingling hoofthuds 
perfumed bodies warm full all kissed yielded in deep summer fields 
tangled pressed grass in trickling hallways of tenements along sofas 
creaking beds 
 
 jack love 
 
 darling 
 
 kiss me reggy 
 
 my boy 
 
 love 
 
his heart astir he pushed in the door of the burton restaurant stink 
gripped his trembling breath pungent meatjuice slush of greens see 
the animals feed 
 
men men men 
 
perched on high stools by the bar hats shoved back at the tables 
calling for more bread no charge swilling wolfing gobfuls of sloppy 
food their eyes bulging wiping wetted moustaches a pallid suetfaced 
young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin new 
set of microbes a man with an infant s saucestained napkin tucked round 
him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet a man spitting back on his 
plate halfmasticated gristle gums no teeth to chewchewchew it chump 
chop from the grill bolting to get it over sad booser s eyes bitten 
off more than he can chew am i like that see ourselves as others see 
us hungry man is an angry man working tooth and jaw don t o a bone 
that last pagan king of ireland cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself 
at sletty southward of the boyne wonder what he was eating something 
galoptious saint patrick converted him to christianity couldn t 
swallow it all however 
 
 roast beef and cabbage 
 
 one stew 
 
smells of men his gorge rose spaton sawdust sweetish warmish 
cigarette smoke reek of plug spilt beer men s beery piss the stale 
of ferment 
 
couldn t eat a morsel here fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat all 
before him old chap picking his tootles slight spasm full chewing 
the cud before and after grace after meals look on this picture then 
on that scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread lick it 
off the plate man get out of this 
 
he gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters tightening the wings of 
his nose 
 
 two stouts here 
 
 one corned and cabbage 
 
that fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended 
on it good stroke give me the fidgets to look safer to eat from his 
three hands tear it limb from limb second nature to him born with a 
silver knife in his mouth that s witty i think or no silver means 
born rich born with a knife but then the allusion is lost 
 
an illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates rock the head 
bailiff standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard well 
up it splashed yellow near his boot a diner knife and fork upright 
elbows on table ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift 
across his stained square of newspaper other chap telling him something 
with his mouth full sympathetic listener table talk i munched hum un 
thu unchster bunk un munchday ha did you faith 
 
mr bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips his eyes said 
 
 not here don t see him 
 
out i hate dirty eaters 
 
he backed towards the door get a light snack in davy byrne s stopgap 
keep me going had a good breakfast 
 
 roast and mashed here 
 
 pint of stout 
 
every fellow for his own tooth and nail gulp grub gulp gobstuff 
 
he came out into clearer air and turned back towards grafton street eat 
or be eaten kill kill 
 
suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps all trotting down 
with porringers and tommycans to be filled devour contents in the 
street john howard parnell example the provost of trinity every 
mother s son don t talk of your provosts and provost of trinity women 
and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops from 
ailesbury road clyde road artisans dwellings north dublin union 
lord mayor in his gingerbread coach old queen in a bathchair my 
plate s empty after you with our incorporated drinkingcup like sir 
philip crampton s fountain rub off the microbes with your handkerchief 
next chap rubs on a new batch with his father o flynn would make 
hares of them all have rows all the same all for number one children 
fighting for the scrapings of the pot want a souppot as big as the 
phoenix park harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of it hate 
people all round you city arms hotel table d h te she called it 
soup joint and sweet never know whose thoughts you re chewing then 
who d wash up all the plates and forks might be all feeding on tabloids 
that time teeth getting worse and worse 
 
after all there s a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from 
the earth garlic of course it stinks after italian organgrinders crisp 
of onions mushrooms truffles pain to the animal too pluck and draw 
fowl wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe 
to split their skulls open moo poor trembling calves meh staggering 
bob bubble and squeak butchers buckets wobbly lights give us that 
brisket off the hook plup rawhead and bloody bones flayed glasseyed 
sheep hung from their haunches sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling 
nosejam on sawdust top and lashers going out don t maul them pieces 
young one 
 
hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline blood always needed 
insidious lick it up smokinghot thick sugary famished ghosts 
 
ah i m hungry 
 
he entered davy byrne s moral pub he doesn t chat stands a drink now 
and then but in leapyear once in four cashed a cheque for me once 
 
what will i take now he drew his watch let me see now shandygaff 
 
 hello bloom nosey flynn said from his nook 
 
 hello flynn 
 
 how s things 
 
 tiptop let me see i ll take a glass of burgundy and let me 
see 
 
sardines on the shelves almost taste them by looking sandwich ham 
and his descendants musterred and bred there potted meats what is home 
without plumtree s potted meat incomplete what a stupid ad under the 
obituary notices they stuck it all up a plumtree dignam s potted meat 
cannibals would with lemon and rice white missionary too salty like 
pickled pork expect the chief consumes the parts of honour ought to be 
tough from exercise his wives in a row to watch the effect there was 
a right royal old nigger who ate or something the somethings of the 
reverend mr mactrigger with it an abode of bliss lord knows what 
concoction cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up puzzle 
find the meat kosher no meat and milk together hygiene that was what 
they call now yom kippur fast spring cleaning of inside peace and 
war depend on some fellow s digestion religions christmas turkeys and 
geese slaughter of innocents eat drink and be merry then casual wards 
full after heads bandaged cheese digests all but itself mity cheese 
 
 have you a cheese sandwich 
 
 yes sir 
 
like a few olives too if they had them italian i prefer good glass of 
burgundy take away that lubricate a nice salad cool as a cucumber 
tom kernan can dress puts gusto into it pure olive oil milly served 
me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley take one spanish onion god made 
food the devil the cooks devilled crab 
 
 wife well 
 
 quite well thanks a cheese sandwich then gorgonzola have you 
 
 yes sir 
 
nosey flynn sipped his grog 
 
 doing any singing those times 
 
look at his mouth could whistle in his own ear flap ears to match 
music knows as much about it as my coachman still better tell him 
does no harm free ad 
 
 she s engaged for a big tour end of this month you may have heard 
perhaps 
 
 no o that s the style who s getting it up 
 
the curate served 
 
 how much is that 
 
 seven d sir thank you sir 
 
mr bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips mr mactrigger easier 
than the dreamy creamy stuff his five hundred wives had the time of 
their lives 
 
 mustard sir 
 
 thank you 
 
he studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs their lives i have 
it it grew bigger and bigger and bigger 
 
 getting it up he said well it s like a company idea you see part 
shares and part profits 
 
 ay now i remember nosey flynn said putting his hand in his pocket 
to scratch his groin who is this was telling me isn t blazes boylan 
mixed up in it 
 
a warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on mr bloom s heart he 
raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock two pub clock 
five minutes fast time going on hands moving two not yet 
 
his midriff yearned then upward sank within him yearned more longly 
longingly 
 
wine 
 
he smellsipped the cordial juice and bidding his throat strongly to 
speed it set his wineglass delicately down 
 
 yes he said he s the organiser in point of fact 
 
no fear no brains 
 
nosey flynn snuffled and scratched flea having a good square meal 
 
 he had a good slice of luck jack mooney was telling me over that 
boxingmatch myler keogh won again that soldier in the portobello 
barracks by god he had the little kipper down in the county carlow he 
was telling me 
 
hope that dewdrop doesn t come down into his glass no snuffled it up 
 
 for near a month man before it came off sucking duck eggs by god 
till further orders keep him off the boose see o by god blazes is a 
hairy chap 
 
davy byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves 
cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin herring s blush whose 
smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete too much fat 
on the parsnips 
 
 and here s himself and pepper on him nosey flynn said can you give 
us a good one for the gold cup 
 
 i m off that mr flynn davy byrne answered i never put anything on a 
horse 
 
 you re right there nosey flynn said 
 
mr bloom ate his strips of sandwich fresh clean bread with relish of 
disgust pungent mustard the feety savour of green cheese sips of his 
wine soothed his palate not logwood that tastes fuller this weather 
with the chill off 
 
nice quiet bar nice piece of wood in that counter nicely planed like 
the way it curves there 
 
 i wouldn t do anything at all in that line davy byrne said it ruined 
many a man the same horses 
 
vintners sweepstake licensed for the sale of beer wine and spirits 
for consumption on the premises heads i win tails you lose 
 
 true for you nosey flynn said unless you re in the know there s 
no straight sport going now lenehan gets some good ones he s giving 
sceptre today zinfandel s the favourite lord howard de walden s won 
at epsom morny cannon is riding him i could have got seven to one 
against saint amant a fortnight before 
 
 that so davy byrne said 
 
he went towards the window and taking up the pettycash book scanned 
its pages 
 
 i could faith nosey flynn said snuffling that was a rare bit of 
horseflesh saint frusquin was her sire she won in a thunderstorm 
rothschild s filly with wadding in her ears blue jacket and yellow 
cap bad luck to big ben dollard and his john o gaunt he put me off it 
ay 
 
he drank resignedly from his tumbler running his fingers down the 
flutes 
 
 ay he said sighing 
 
mr bloom champing standing looked upon his sigh nosey numbskull 
will i tell him that horse lenehan he knows already better let him 
forget go and lose more fool and his money dewdrop coming down again 
cold nose he d have kissing a woman still they might like prickly 
beards they like dogs cold noses old mrs riordan with the rumbling 
stomach s skye terrier in the city arms hotel molly fondling him in her 
lap o the big doggybowwowsywowsy 
 
wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish 
cheese nice wine it is taste it better because i m not thirsty bath 
of course does that just a bite or two then about six o clock i can 
six six time will be gone then she 
 
mild fire of wine kindled his veins i wanted that badly felt so 
off colour his eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins sardines gaudy 
lobsters claws all the odd things people pick up for food out of 
shells periwinkles with a pin off trees snails out of the ground the 
french eat out of the sea with bait on a hook silly fish learn nothing 
in a thousand years if you didn t know risky putting anything into your 
mouth poisonous berries johnny magories roundness you think good 
gaudy colour warns you off one fellow told another and so on try it 
on the dog first led on by the smell or the look tempting fruit 
ice cones cream instinct orangegroves for instance need artificial 
irrigation bleibtreustrasse yes but what about oysters unsightly like 
a clot of phlegm filthy shells devil to open them too who found them 
out garbage sewage they feed on fizz and red bank oysters effect 
on the sexual aphrodis he was in the red bank this morning was he 
oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no june has 
no ar no oysters but there are people like things high tainted game 
jugged hare first catch your hare chinese eating eggs fifty years old 
blue and green again dinner of thirty courses each dish harmless might 
mix inside idea for a poison mystery that archduke leopold was it no 
yes or was it otto one of those habsburgs or who was it used to eat the 
scruff off his own head cheapest lunch in town of course aristocrats 
then the others copy to be in the fashion milly too rock oil and flour 
raw pastry i like myself half the catch of oysters they throw back in 
the sea to keep up the price cheap no one would buy caviare do the 
grand hock in green glasses swell blowout lady this powdered bosom 
pearls the lite cr me de la cr me they want special dishes to 
pretend they re hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings 
of the flesh know me come eat with me royal sturgeon high sheriff 
coffey the butcher right to venisons of the forest from his ex send 
him back the half of a cow spread i saw down in the master of the 
rolls kitchen area whitehatted chef like a rabbi combustible duck 
curly cabbage la duchesse de parme just as well to write it on the 
bill of fare so you can know what you ve eaten too many drugs spoil the 
broth i know it myself dosing it with edwards desiccated soup geese 
stuffed silly for them lobsters boiled alive do ptake some ptarmigan 
wouldn t mind being a waiter in a swell hotel tips evening dress 
halfnaked ladies may i tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole 
miss dubedat yes do bedad and she did bedad huguenot name i expect 
that a miss dubedat lived in killiney i remember du de la french 
still it s the same fish perhaps old micky hanlon of moore street ripped 
the guts out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes gills 
can t write his name on a cheque think he was painting the landscape 
with his mouth twisted moooikill a aitcha ha ignorant as a kish of 
brogues worth fifty thousand pounds 
 
stuck on the pane two flies buzzed stuck 
 
glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed crushing in the winepress 
grapes of burgundy sun s heat it is seems to a secret touch telling me 
memory touched his sense moistened remembered hidden under wild ferns 
on howth below us bay sleeping sky no sound the sky the bay purple 
by the lion s head green by drumleck yellowgreen towards sutton 
fields of undersea the lines faint brown in grass buried cities 
pillowed on my coat she had her hair earwigs in the heather scrub 
my hand under her nape you ll toss me all o wonder coolsoft with 
ointments her hand touched me caressed her eyes upon me did not turn 
away ravished over her i lay full lips full open kissed her mouth 
yum softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed 
mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle joy i ate 
it joy young life her lips that gave me pouting soft warm sticky 
gumjelly lips flowers her eyes were take me willing eyes pebbles 
fell she lay still a goat no one high on ben howth rhododendrons a 
nannygoat walking surefooted dropping currants screened under ferns 
she laughed warmfolded wildly i lay on her kissed her eyes her lips 
her stretched neck beating woman s breasts full in her blouse of nun s 
veiling fat nipples upright hot i tongued her she kissed me i was 
kissed all yielding she tossed my hair kissed she kissed me 
 
me and me now 
 
stuck the flies buzzed 
 
his downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab beauty 
it curves curves are beauty shapely goddesses venus juno curves the 
world admires can see them library museum standing in the round hall 
naked goddesses aids to digestion they don t care what man looks all 
to see never speaking i mean to say to fellows like flynn suppose she 
did pygmalion and galatea what would she say first mortal put you in 
your proper place quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes all 
ambrosial not like a tanner lunch we have boiled mutton carrots and 
turnips bottle of allsop nectar imagine it drinking electricity gods 
food lovely forms of women sculped junonian immortal lovely and we 
stuffing food in one hole and out behind food chyle blood dung 
earth food have to feed it like stoking an engine they have no never 
looked i ll look today keeper won t see bend down let something drop 
see if she 
 
dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to 
do there to do a man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and 
walked to men too they gave themselves manly conscious lay with men 
lovers a youth enjoyed her to the yard 
 
when the sound of his boots had ceased davy byrne said from his book 
 
 what is this he is isn t he in the insurance line 
 
 he s out of that long ago nosey flynn said he does canvassing for 
the freeman 
 
 i know him well to see davy byrne said is he in trouble 
 
 trouble nosey flynn said not that i heard of why 
 
 i noticed he was in mourning 
 
 was he nosey flynn said so he was faith i asked him how was all at 
home you re right by god so he was 
 
 i never broach the subject davy byrne said humanely if i see a 
gentleman is in trouble that way it only brings it up fresh in their 
minds 
 
 it s not the wife anyhow nosey flynn said i met him the day before 
yesterday and he coming out of that irish farm dairy john wyse nolan s 
wife has in henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home 
to his better half she s well nourished i tell you plovers on toast 
 
 and is he doing for the freeman davy byrne said 
 
nosey flynn pursed his lips 
 
 he doesn t buy cream on the ads he picks up you can make bacon of 
that 
 
 how so davy byrne asked coming from his book 
 
nosey flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers he 
winked 
 
 he s in the craft he said 
 
 do you tell me so davy byrne said 
 
 very much so nosey flynn said ancient free and accepted order he s 
an excellent brother light life and love by god they give him a leg 
up i was told that by a well i won t say who 
 
 is that a fact 
 
 o it s a fine order nosey flynn said they stick to you when you re 
down i know a fellow was trying to get into it but they re as close as 
damn it by god they did right to keep the women out of it 
 
davy byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one 
 
 iiiiiichaaaaaaach 
 
 there was one woman nosey flynn said hid herself in a clock to find 
out what they do be doing but be damned but they smelt her out and 
swore her in on the spot a master mason that was one of the saint 
legers of doneraile 
 
davy byrne sated after his yawn said with tearwashed eyes 
 
 and is that a fact decent quiet man he is i often saw him in here 
and i never once saw him you know over the line 
 
 god almighty couldn t make him drunk nosey flynn said firmly slips 
off when the fun gets too hot didn t you see him look at his watch ah 
you weren t there if you ask him to have a drink first thing he does 
he outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe declare to god he 
does 
 
 there are some like that davy byrne said he s a safe man i d say 
 
 he s not too bad nosey flynn said snuffling it up he s been known 
to put his hand down too to help a fellow give the devil his due o 
bloom has his good points but there s one thing he ll never do 
 
his hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog 
 
 i know davy byrne said 
 
 nothing in black and white nosey flynn said 
 
paddy leonard and bantam lyons came in tom rochford followed frowning 
a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat 
 
 day mr byrne 
 
 day gentlemen 
 
they paused at the counter 
 
 who s standing paddy leonard asked 
 
 i m sitting anyhow nosey flynn answered 
 
 well what ll it be paddy leonard asked 
 
 i ll take a stone ginger bantam lyons said 
 
 how much paddy leonard cried since when for god sake what s 
yours tom 
 
 how is the main drainage nosey flynn asked sipping 
 
for answer tom rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and 
hiccupped 
 
 would i trouble you for a glass of fresh water mr byrne he said 
 
 certainly sir 
 
paddy leonard eyed his alemates 
 
 lord love a duck he said look at what i m standing drinks to cold 
water and gingerpop two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg 
he has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the gold cup a dead snip 
 
 zinfandel is it nosey flynn asked 
 
tom rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before 
him 
 
 that cursed dyspepsia he said before drinking 
 
 breadsoda is very good davy byrne said 
 
tom rochford nodded and drank 
 
 is it zinfandel 
 
 say nothing bantam lyons winked i m going to plunge five bob on my 
own 
 
 tell us if you re worth your salt and be damned to you paddy leonard 
said who gave it to you 
 
mr bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting 
 
 so long nosey flynn said 
 
the others turned 
 
 that s the man now that gave it to me bantam lyons whispered 
 
 prrwht paddy leonard said with scorn mr byrne sir we ll take two 
of your small jamesons after that and a 
 
 stone ginger davy byrne added civilly 
 
 ay paddy leonard said a suckingbottle for the baby 
 
mr bloom walked towards dawson street his tongue brushing his teeth 
smooth something green it would have to be spinach say then with 
those rontgen rays searchlight you could 
 
at duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the 
cobblestones and lapped it with new zest surfeit returned with thanks 
having fully digested the contents first sweet then savoury mr bloom 
coasted warily ruminants his second course their upper jaw they move 
wonder if tom rochford will do anything with that invention of his 
wasting time explaining it to flynn s mouth lean people long mouths 
ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent 
free course then you d have all the cranks pestering 
 
he hummed prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars 
 
 don giovanni a cenar teco m invitasti 
 
feel better burgundy good pick me up who distilled first some chap 
in the blues dutch courage that kilkenny people in the national 
library now i must 
 
bare clean closestools waiting in the window of william miller plumber 
turned back his thoughts they could and watch it all the way down 
swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after tour round the 
body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of 
intestines like pipes but the poor buffer would have to stand all the 
time with his insides entrails on show science 
 
 a cenar teco 
 
what does that teco mean tonight perhaps 
 
 don giovanni thou hast me invited 
 to come to supper tonight 
 the rum the rumdum 
 
doesn t go properly 
 
keyes two months if i get nannetti to that ll be two pounds ten about 
two pounds eight three hynes owes me two eleven prescott s dyeworks 
van over there if i get billy prescott s ad two fifteen five guineas 
about on the pig s back 
 
could buy one of those silk petticoats for molly colour of her new 
garters 
 
today today not think 
 
tour the south then what about english wateringplaces brighton 
margate piers by moonlight her voice floating out those lovely 
seaside girls against john long s a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy 
thought gnawing a crusted knuckle handy man wants job small wages 
will eat anything 
 
mr bloom turned at gray s confectioner s window of unbought tarts and 
passed the reverend thomas connellan s bookstore why i left the church 
of rome birds nest women run him they say they used to give pauper 
children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight 
society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews same 
bait why we left the church of rome 
 
a blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane no 
tram in sight wants to cross 
 
 do you want to cross mr bloom asked 
 
the blind stripling did not answer his wallface frowned weakly he 
moved his head uncertainly 
 
 you re in dawson street mr bloom said molesworth street is opposite 
do you want to cross there s nothing in the way 
 
the cane moved out trembling to the left mr bloom s eye followed its 
line and saw again the dyeworks van drawn up before drago s where i 
saw his brillantined hair just when i was horse drooping driver in 
john long s slaking his drouth 
 
 there s a van there mr bloom said but it s not moving i ll see you 
across do you want to go to molesworth street 
 
 yes the stripling answered south frederick street 
 
 come mr bloom said 
 
he touched the thin elbow gently then took the limp seeing hand to 
guide it forward 
 
say something to him better not do the condescending they mistrust 
what you tell them pass a common remark 
 
 the rain kept off 
 
no answer 
 
stains on his coat slobbers his food i suppose tastes all different 
for him have to be spoonfed first like a child s hand his hand like 
milly s was sensitive sizing me up i daresay from my hand wonder 
if he has a name van keep his cane clear of the horse s legs tired 
drudge get his doze that s right clear behind a bull in front of a 
horse 
 
 thanks sir 
 
knows i m a man voice 
 
 right now first turn to the left 
 
the blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way drawing 
his cane back feeling again 
 
mr bloom walked behind the eyeless feet a flatcut suit of herringbone 
tweed poor young fellow how on earth did he know that van was there 
must have felt it see things in their forehead perhaps kind of sense 
of volume weight or size of it something blacker than the dark wonder 
would he feel it if something was removed feel a gap queer idea of 
dublin he must have tapping his way round by the stones could he walk 
in a beeline if he hadn t that cane bloodless pious face like a fellow 
going in to be a priest 
 
penrose that was that chap s name 
 
look at all the things they can learn to do read with their fingers 
tune pianos or we are surprised they have any brains why we think a 
deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say 
of course the other senses are more embroider plait baskets people 
ought to help workbasket i could buy for molly s birthday hates 
sewing might take an objection dark men they call them 
 
sense of smell must be stronger too smells on all sides bunched 
together each street different smell each person too then the spring 
the summer smells tastes they say you can t taste wines with your 
eyes shut or a cold in the head also smoke in the dark they say get no 
pleasure 
 
and with a woman for instance more shameless not seeing that girl 
passing the stewart institution head in the air look at me i have 
them all on must be strange not to see her kind of a form in his 
mind s eye the voice temperatures when he touches her with his 
fingers must almost see the lines the curves his hands on her hair 
for instance say it was black for instance good we call it black 
then passing over her white skin different feel perhaps feeling of 
white 
 
postoffice must answer fag today send her a postal order two 
shillings half a crown accept my little present stationer s just here 
too wait think over it 
 
with a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above 
his ears again fibres of fine fine straw then gently his finger felt 
the skin of his right cheek downy hair there too not smooth enough 
the belly is the smoothest no one about there he goes into frederick 
street perhaps to levenston s dancing academy piano might be settling 
my braces 
 
walking by doran s publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat 
and trousers and pulling aside his shirt gently felt a slack fold of 
his belly but i know it s whitey yellow want to try in the dark to 
see 
 
he withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to 
 
poor fellow quite a boy terrible really terrible what dreams would 
he have not seeing life a dream for him where is the justice being 
born that way all those women and children excursion beanfeast burned 
and drowned in new york holocaust karma they call that transmigration 
for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses 
dear dear dear pity of course but somehow you can t cotton on to 
them someway 
 
sir frederick falkiner going into the freemasons hall solemn as troy 
after his good lunch in earlsfort terrace old legal cronies cracking 
a magnum tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat 
school i sentenced him to ten years i suppose he d turn up his nose 
at that stuff i drank vintage wine for them the year marked on a 
dusty bottle has his own ideas of justice in the recorder s court 
wellmeaning old man police chargesheets crammed with cases get their 
percentage manufacturing crime sends them to the rightabout the devil 
on moneylenders gave reuben j a great strawcalling now he s really 
what they call a dirty jew power those judges have crusty old topers 
in wigs bear with a sore paw and may the lord have mercy on your soul 
 
hello placard mirus bazaar his excellency the lord lieutenant 
sixteenth today it is in aid of funds for mercer s hospital the 
messiah was first given for that yes handel what about going out 
there ballsbridge drop in on keyes no use sticking to him like a 
leech wear out my welcome sure to know someone on the gate 
 
mr bloom came to kildare street first i must library 
 
straw hat in sunlight tan shoes turnedup trousers it is it is 
 
his heart quopped softly to the right museum goddesses he swerved to 
the right 
 
is it almost certain won t look wine in my face why did i too 
heady yes it is the walk not see get on 
 
making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes 
handsome building sir thomas deane designed not following me 
 
didn t see me perhaps light in his eyes 
 
the flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs quick cold 
statues quiet there safe in a minute 
 
no didn t see me after two just at the gate 
 
my heart 
 
his eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone sir thomas 
deane was the greek architecture 
 
look for something i 
 
his hasty hand went quick into a pocket took out read unfolded 
agendath netaim where did i 
 
busy looking 
 
he thrust back quick agendath 
 
afternoon she said 
 
i am looking for that yes that try all pockets handker freeman 
where did i ah yes trousers potato purse where 
 
hurry walk quietly moment more my heart 
 
his hand looking for the where did i put found in his hip pocket soap 
lotion have to call tepid paper stuck ah soap there i yes gate 
 
safe 
 
 
urbane to comfort them the quaker librarian purred 
 
 
 and we have have we not those priceless pages of wilhelm meister 
a great poet on a great brother poet a hesitating soul taking arms 
against a sea of troubles torn by conflicting doubts as one sees in 
real life 
 
he came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step 
backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor 
 
a noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a 
noiseless beck 
 
 directly said he creaking to go albeit lingering the beautiful 
ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts one always 
feels that goethe s judgments are so true true in the larger analysis 
 
twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off bald most zealous by the door 
he gave his large ear all to the attendant s words heard them and was 
gone 
 
two left 
 
 monsieur de la palice stephen sneered was alive fifteen minutes 
before his death 
 
 have you found those six brave medicals john eglinton asked with 
elder s gall to write paradise lost at your dictation the sorrows 
of satan he calls it 
 
smile smile cranly s smile 
 
 first he tickled her 
 then he patted her 
 then he passed the female catheter 
 for he was a medical 
 jolly old medi 
 
 i feel you would need one more for hamlet seven is dear to the 
mystic mind the shining seven w b calls them 
 
glittereyed his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought 
the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow an ollav holyeyed he laughed 
low a sizar s laugh of trinity unanswered 
 
 orchestral satan weeping many a rood 
 tears such as angels weep 
 ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta 
 
he holds my follies hostage 
 
cranly s eleven true wicklowmen to free their sireland gaptoothed 
kathleen her four beautiful green fields the stranger in her house 
and one more to hail him ave rabbi the tinahely twelve in the 
shadow of the glen he cooees for them my soul s youth i gave him night 
by night god speed good hunting 
 
mulligan has my telegram 
 
folly persist 
 
 our young irish bards john eglinton censured have yet to create a 
figure which the world will set beside saxon shakespeare s hamlet though 
i admire him as old ben did on this side idolatry 
 
 all these questions are purely academic russell oracled out of his 
shadow i mean whether hamlet is shakespeare or james i or essex 
clergymen s discussions of the historicity of jesus art has to reveal 
to us ideas formless spiritual essences the supreme question about a 
work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring the painting of 
gustave moreau is the painting of ideas the deepest poetry of shelley 
the words of hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal 
wisdom plato s world of ideas all the rest is the speculation of 
schoolboys for schoolboys 
 
a e has been telling some yankee interviewer wall tarnation strike 
me 
 
 the schoolmen were schoolboys first stephen said superpolitely 
aristotle was once plato s schoolboy 
 
 and has remained so one should hope john eglinton sedately said one 
can see him a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm 
 
he laughed again at the now smiling bearded face 
 
formless spiritual father word and holy breath allfather the 
heavenly man hiesos kristos magician of the beautiful the logos who 
suffers in us at every moment this verily is that i am the fire upon 
the altar i am the sacrificial butter 
 
dunlop judge the noblest roman of them all a e arval the name 
ineffable in heaven hight k h their master whose identity is no 
secret to adepts brothers of the great white lodge always watching 
to see if they can help the christ with the bridesister moisture of 
light born of an ensouled virgin repentant sophia departed to the 
plane of buddhi the life esoteric is not for ordinary person o p 
must work off bad karma first mrs cooper oakley once glimpsed our very 
illustrious sister h p b s elemental 
 
o fie out on t pfuiteufel you naughtn t to look missus so you 
naughtn t when a lady s ashowing of her elemental 
 
mr best entered tall young mild light he bore in his hand with 
grace a notebook new large clean bright 
 
 that model schoolboy stephen said would find hamlet s musings about 
the afterlife of his princely soul the improbable insignificant and 
undramatic monologue as shallow as plato s 
 
john eglinton frowning said waxing wroth 
 
 upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare aristotle 
with plato 
 
 which of the two stephen asked would have banished me from his 
commonwealth 
 
unsheathe your dagger definitions horseness is the whatness of 
allhorse streams of tendency and eons they worship god noise in the 
street very peripatetic space what you damn well have to see through 
spaces smaller than red globules of man s blood they creepycrawl after 
blake s buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a 
shadow hold to the now the here through which all future plunges to 
the past 
 
mr best came forward amiable towards his colleague 
 
 haines is gone he said 
 
 is he 
 
 i was showing him jubainville s book he s quite enthusiastic don t 
you know about hyde s lovesongs of connacht i couldn t bring him in 
to hear the discussion he s gone to gill s to buy it 
 
 bound thee forth my booklet quick 
 to greet the callous public 
 writ i ween twas not my wish 
 in lean unlovely english 
 
 the peatsmoke is going to his head john eglinton opined 
 
we feel in england penitent thief gone i smoked his baccy green 
twinkling stone an emerald set in the ring of the sea 
 
 people do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be the auric egg of 
russell warned occultly the movements which work revolutions in the 
world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant s heart on the 
hillside for them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the 
living mother the rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the 
sixshilling novel the musichall song france produces the finest flower 
of corruption in mallarme but the desirable life is revealed only to the 
poor of heart the life of homer s phaeacians 
 
from these words mr best turned an unoffending face to stephen 
 
 mallarme don t you know he said has written those wonderful prose 
poems stephen mackenna used to read to me in paris the one about 
 hamlet he says il se prom ne lisant au livre de lui m me don t 
you know reading the book of himself he describes hamlet given in 
a french town don t you know a provincial town they advertised it 
 
his free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air 
 
 hamlet 
 ou 
 le distrait 
 pi ce de shakespeare 
 
he repeated to john eglinton s newgathered frown 
 
 pi ce de shakespeare don t you know it s so french the french 
point of view hamlet ou 
 
 the absentminded beggar stephen ended 
 
john eglinton laughed 
 
 yes i suppose it would be he said excellent people no doubt but 
distressingly shortsighted in some matters 
 
sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder 
 
 a deathsman of the soul robert greene called him stephen said not 
for nothing was he a butcher s son wielding the sledded poleaxe and 
spitting in his palms nine lives are taken off for his father s one 
our father who art in purgatory khaki hamlets don t hesitate to 
shoot the bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the 
concentration camp sung by mr swinburne 
 
cranly i his mute orderly following battles from afar 
 
 whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none but we had spared 
 
between the saxon smile and yankee yawp the devil and the deep sea 
 
 he will have it that hamlet is a ghoststory john eglinton said 
for mr best s behoof like the fat boy in pickwick he wants to make our 
flesh creep 
 
 list list o list 
 
my flesh hears him creeping hears 
 
 if thou didst ever 
 
 what is a ghost stephen said with tingling energy one who has faded 
into impalpability through death through absence through change of 
manners elizabethan london lay as far from stratford as corrupt paris 
lies from virgin dublin who is the ghost from limbo patrum returning 
to the world that has forgotten him who is king hamlet 
 
john eglinton shifted his spare body leaning back to judge 
 
lifted 
 
 it is this hour of a day in mid june stephen said begging with 
a swift glance their hearing the flag is up on the playhouse by the 
bankside the bear sackerson growls in the pit near it paris garden 
canvasclimbers who sailed with drake chew their sausages among the 
groundlings 
 
local colour work in all you know make them accomplices 
 
 shakespeare has left the huguenot s house in silver street and walks 
by the swanmews along the riverbank but he does not stay to feed the 
pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes the swan of avon 
has other thoughts 
 
composition of place ignatius loyola make haste to help me 
 
 the play begins a player comes on under the shadow made up in the 
castoff mail of a court buck a wellset man with a bass voice it is the 
ghost the king a king and no king and the player is shakespeare who 
has studied hamlet all the years of his life which were not vanity in 
order to play the part of the spectre he speaks the words to burbage 
the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth 
calling him by a name 
 
 hamlet i am thy father s spirit 
 
bidding him list to a son he speaks the son of his soul the prince 
young hamlet and to the son of his body hamnet shakespeare who has 
died in stratford that his namesake may live for ever 
 
is it possible that that player shakespeare a ghost by absence and in 
the vesture of buried denmark a ghost by death speaking his own words 
to his own son s name had hamnet shakespeare lived he would have been 
prince hamlet s twin is it possible i want to know or probable that 
he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises you 
are the dispossessed son i am the murdered father your mother is the 
guilty queen ann shakespeare born hathaway 
 
 but this prying into the family life of a great man russell began 
impatiently 
 
art thou there truepenny 
 
 interesting only to the parish clerk i mean we have the plays i 
mean when we read the poetry of king lear what is it to us how the 
poet lived as for living our servants can do that for us villiers de 
l isle has said peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day 
the poet s drinking the poet s debts we have king lear and it is 
immortal 
 
mr best s face appealed to agreed 
 
 flow over them with your waves and with your waters mananaan mananaan 
maclir 
 
how now sirrah that pound he lent you when you were hungry 
 
marry i wanted it 
 
take thou this noble 
 
go to you spent most of it in georgina johnson s bed clergyman s 
daughter agenbite of inwit 
 
do you intend to pay it back 
 
o yes 
 
when now 
 
well no 
 
when then 
 
i paid my way i paid my way 
 
steady on he s from beyant boyne water the northeast corner you owe 
it 
 
wait five months molecules all change i am other i now other i got 
pound 
 
buzz buzz 
 
but i entelechy form of forms am i by memory because under 
everchanging forms 
 
i that sinned and prayed and fasted 
 
a child conmee saved from pandies 
 
i i and i i 
 
a e i o u 
 
 do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries 
john eglinton s carping voice asked her ghost at least has been laid 
for ever she died for literature at least before she was born 
 
 she died stephen retorted sixtyseven years after she was born she 
saw him into and out of the world she took his first embraces she bore 
his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed 
when he lay on his deathbed 
 
mother s deathbed candle the sheeted mirror who brought me into 
this world lies there bronzelidded under few cheap flowers liliata 
rutilantium 
 
i wept alone 
 
john eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp 
 
 the world believes that shakespeare made a mistake he said and got 
out of it as quickly and as best he could 
 
 bosh stephen said rudely a man of genius makes no mistakes his 
errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery 
 
portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian 
softcreakfooted bald eared and assiduous 
 
 a shrew john eglinton said shrewdly is not a useful portal of 
discovery one should imagine what useful discovery did socrates learn 
from xanthippe 
 
 dialectic stephen answered and from his mother how to bring thoughts 
into the world what he learnt from his other wife myrto absit 
nomen socratididion s epipsychidion no man not a woman will ever 
know but neither the midwife s lore nor the caudlelectures saved him 
from the archons of sinn fein and their naggin of hemlock 
 
 but ann hathaway mr best s quiet voice said forgetfully yes we seem 
to be forgetting her as shakespeare himself forgot her 
 
his look went from brooder s beard to carper s skull to remind to 
chide them not unkindly then to the baldpink lollard costard guiltless 
though maligned 
 
 he had a good groatsworth of wit stephen said and no truant memory 
he carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to romeville whistling 
 the girl i left behind me if the earthquake did not time it we should 
know where to place poor wat sitting in his form the cry of hounds 
the studded bridle and her blue windows that memory venus and 
adonis lay in the bedchamber of every light of love in london 
is katharine the shrew illfavoured hortensio calls her young and 
beautiful do you think the writer of antony and cleopatra a 
passionate pilgrim had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose 
the ugliest doxy in all warwickshire to lie withal good he left her 
and gained the world of men but his boywomen are the women of a boy 
their life thought speech are lent them by males he chose badly he 
was chosen it seems to me if others have their will ann hath a way 
by cock she was to blame she put the comether on him sweet and 
twentysix the greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy adonis stooping 
to conquer as prologue to the swelling act is a boldfaced stratford 
wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself 
 
and my turn when 
 
come 
 
 ryefield mr best said brightly gladly raising his new book gladly 
brightly 
 
he murmured then with blond delight for all 
 
 between the acres of the rye these pretty countryfolk would lie 
 
paris the wellpleased pleaser 
 
a tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its 
cooperative watch 
 
 i am afraid i am due at the homestead 
 
whither away exploitable ground 
 
 are you going john eglinton s active eyebrows asked shall we see you 
at moore s tonight piper is coming 
 
 piper mr best piped is piper back 
 
peter piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper 
 
 i don t know if i can thursday we have our meeting if i can get 
away in time 
 
yogibogeybox in dawson chambers isis unveiled their pali book we 
tried to pawn crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an 
aztec logos functioning on astral levels their oversoul mahamahatma 
the faithful hermetists await the light ripe for chelaship 
ringroundabout him louis h victory t caulfield irwin lotus ladies 
tend them i the eyes their pineal glands aglow filled with his god 
he thrones buddh under plantain gulfer of souls engulfer hesouls 
shesouls shoals of souls engulfed with wailing creecries whirled 
whirling they bewail 
 
 in quintessential triviality 
 for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt 
 
 they say we are to have a literary surprise the quaker librarian 
said friendly and earnest mr russell rumour has it is gathering 
together a sheaf of our younger poets verses we are all looking 
forward anxiously 
 
anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces 
lighted shone 
 
see this remember 
 
stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen hung on his 
ashplanthandle over his knee my casque and sword touch lightly with 
two index fingers aristotle s experiment one or two necessity is that 
in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise argal 
one hat is one hat 
 
listen 
 
young colum and starkey george roberts is doing the commercial part 
longworth will give it a good puff in the express o will he i liked 
colum s drover yes i think he has that queer thing genius do you 
think he has genius really yeats admired his line as in wild earth 
a grecian vase did he i hope you ll be able to come tonight malachi 
mulligan is coming too moore asked him to bring haines did you hear 
miss mitchell s joke about moore and martyn that moore is martyn s 
wild oats awfully clever isn t it they remind one of don quixote and 
sancho panza our national epic has yet to be written dr sigerson says 
moore is the man for it a knight of the rueful countenance here in 
dublin with a saffron kilt o neill russell o yes he must speak the 
grand old tongue and his dulcinea james stephens is doing some clever 
sketches we are becoming important it seems 
 
cordelia cordoglio lir s loneliest daughter 
 
nookshotten now your best french polish 
 
 thank you very much mr russell stephen said rising if you will be 
so kind as to give the letter to mr norman 
 
 o yes if he considers it important it will go in we have so much 
correspondence 
 
 i understand stephen said thanks 
 
god ild you the pigs paper bullockbefriending 
 
synge has promised me an article for dana too are we going to be 
read i feel we are the gaelic league wants something in irish i hope 
you will come round tonight bring starkey 
 
stephen sat down 
 
the quaker librarian came from the leavetakers blushing his mask said 
 
 mr dedalus your views are most illuminating 
 
he creaked to and fro tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a 
chopine and covered by the noise of outgoing said low 
 
 is it your view then that she was not faithful to the poet 
 
alarmed face asks me why did he come courtesy or an inward light 
 
 where there is a reconciliation stephen said there must have been 
first a sundering 
 
 yes 
 
christfox in leather trews hiding a runaway in blighted treeforks 
from hue and cry knowing no vixen walking lonely in the chase women 
he won to him tender people a whore of babylon ladies of justices 
bully tapsters wives fox and geese and in new place a slack 
dishonoured body that once was comely once as sweet as fresh as 
cinnamon now her leaves falling all bare frighted of the narrow 
grave and unforgiven 
 
 yes so you think 
 
the door closed behind the outgoer 
 
rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell rest of warm and 
brooding air 
 
a vestal s lamp 
 
here he ponders things that were not what caesar would have lived to do 
had he believed the soothsayer what might have been possibilities of 
the possible as possible things not known what name achilles bore when 
he lived among women 
 
coffined thoughts around me in mummycases embalmed in spice of words 
thoth god of libraries a birdgod moonycrowned and i heard the 
voice of that egyptian highpriest in painted chambers loaded with 
tilebooks 
 
they are still once quick in the brains of men still but an itch of 
death is in them to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale urge me to wreak 
their will 
 
 certainly john eglinton mused of all great men he is the most 
enigmatic we know nothing but that he lived and suffered not even so 
much others abide our question a shadow hangs over all the rest 
 
 but hamlet is so personal isn t it mr best pleaded i mean a kind 
of private paper don t you know of his private life i mean i don t 
care a button don t you know who is killed or who is guilty 
 
he rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk smiling his 
defiance his private papers in the original ta an bad ar an tir taim 
in mo shagart put beurla on it littlejohn 
 
quoth littlejohn eglinton 
 
 i was prepared for paradoxes from what malachi mulligan told us but 
i may as well warn you that if you want to shake my belief that 
shakespeare is hamlet you have a stern task before you 
 
bear with me 
 
stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under 
wrinkled brows a basilisk e quando vede l uomo l attosca messer 
brunetto i thank thee for the word 
 
 as we or mother dana weave and unweave our bodies stephen said 
from day to day their molecules shuttled to and fro so does the artist 
weave and unweave his image and as the mole on my right breast is where 
it was when i was born though all my body has been woven of new stuff 
time after time so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image 
of the unliving son looks forth in the intense instant of imagination 
when the mind shelley says is a fading coal that which i was is that 
which i am and that which in possibility i may come to be so in the 
future the sister of the past i may see myself as i sit here now but 
by reflection from that which then i shall be 
 
drummond of hawthornden helped you at that stile 
 
 yes mr best said youngly i feel hamlet quite young the bitterness 
might be from the father but the passages with ophelia are surely from 
the son 
 
has the wrong sow by the lug he is in my father i am in his son 
 
 that mole is the last to go stephen said laughing 
 
john eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow 
 
 if that were the birthmark of genius he said genius would be a 
drug in the market the plays of shakespeare s later years which renan 
admired so much breathe another spirit 
 
 the spirit of reconciliation the quaker librarian breathed 
 
 there can be no reconciliation stephen said if there has not been a 
sundering 
 
said that 
 
 if you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over 
the hell of time of king lear othello hamlet troilus and cressida 
look to see when and how the shadow lifts what softens the heart of a 
man shipwrecked in storms dire tried like another ulysses pericles 
prince of tyre 
 
head redconecapped buffeted brineblinded 
 
 a child a girl placed in his arms marina 
 
 the leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant 
quantity john eglinton detected the highroads are dreary but they lead 
to the town 
 
good bacon gone musty shakespeare bacon s wild oats cypherjugglers 
going the highroads seekers on the great quest what town good 
masters mummed in names a e eon magee john eglinton east of the 
sun west of the moon tir na n og booted the twain and staved 
 
 how many miles to dublin three score and ten sir will we be there by 
candlelight 
 
 mr brandes accepts it stephen said as the first play of the closing 
period 
 
 does he what does mr sidney lee or mr simon lazarus as some aver his 
name is say of it 
 
 marina stephen said a child of storm miranda a wonder perdita 
that which was lost what was lost is given back to him his daughter s 
child my dearest wife pericles says was like this maid will any 
man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother 
 
 the art of being a grandfather mr best gan murmur l art d tre 
grand 
 
 will he not see reborn in her with the memory of his own youth added 
another image 
 
do you know what you are talking about love yes word known to all 
men amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus 
 
 
 his own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of 
all experience material and moral such an appeal will touch him the 
images of other males of his blood will repel him he will see in them 
grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself 
 
the benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope 
 
 i hope mr dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of 
the public and we ought to mention another irish commentator mr george 
bernard shaw nor should we forget mr frank harris his articles on 
shakespeare in the saturday review were surely brilliant oddly 
enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the 
sonnets the favoured rival is william herbert earl of pembroke i own 
that if the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in 
harmony with what shall i say our notions of what ought not to have 
been 
 
felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them auk s egg prize 
of their fray 
 
he thous and thees her with grave husbandwords dost love miriam dost 
love thy man 
 
 that may be too stephen said there s a saying of goethe s which mr 
magee likes to quote beware of what you wish for in youth because 
you will get it in middle life why does he send to one who is 
a buonaroba a bay where all men ride a maid of honour with a 
scandalous girlhood a lordling to woo for him he was himself a lord 
of language and had made himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written 
 romeo and juliet why belief in himself has been untimely killed he 
was overborne in a cornfield first ryefield i should say and he will 
never be a victor in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game 
of laugh and lie down assumed dongiovannism will not save him no later 
undoing will undo the first undoing the tusk of the boar has wounded 
him there where love lies ableeding if the shrew is worsted yet there 
remains to her woman s invisible weapon there is i feel in the words 
some goad of the flesh driving him into a new passion a darker shadow 
of the first darkening even his own understanding of himself a like 
fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool 
 
they list and in the porches of their ears i pour 
 
 the soul has been before stricken mortally a poison poured in the 
porch of a sleeping ear but those who are done to death in sleep cannot 
know the manner of their quell unless their creator endow their souls 
with that knowledge in the life to come the poisoning and the beast 
with two backs that urged it king hamlet s ghost could not know of were 
he not endowed with knowledge by his creator that is why the speech 
 his lean unlovely english is always turned elsewhere backward 
ravisher and ravished what he would but would not go with him from 
lucrece s bluecircled ivory globes to imogen s breast bare with its 
mole cinquespotted he goes back weary of the creation he has piled up 
to hide him from himself an old dog licking an old sore but because 
loss is his gain he passes on towards eternity in undiminished 
personality untaught by the wisdom he has written or by the laws he 
has revealed his beaver is up he is a ghost a shadow now the wind by 
elsinore s rocks or what you will the sea s voice a voice heard 
only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow the son 
consubstantial with the father 
 
 amen was responded from the doorway 
 
hast thou found me o mine enemy 
 
 entr acte 
 
a ribald face sullen as a dean s buck mulligan came forward then 
blithe in motley towards the greeting of their smiles my telegram 
 
 you were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate if i mistake not he 
asked of stephen 
 
primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed panama as with a bauble 
 
they make him welcome was du verlachst wirst du noch dienen 
 
brood of mockers photius pseudomalachi johann most 
 
he who himself begot middler the holy ghost and himself sent himself 
agenbuyer between himself and others who put upon by his fiends 
stripped and whipped was nailed like bat to barndoor starved on 
crosstree who let him bury stood up harrowed hell fared into heaven 
and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of his 
own self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead 
when all the quick shall be dead already 
 
glo o ri a in ex cel sis de o 
 
he lifts his hands veils fall o flowers bells with bells with bells 
aquiring 
 
 yes indeed the quaker librarian said a most instructive discussion 
mr mulligan i ll be bound has his theory too of the play and of 
shakespeare all sides of life should be represented 
 
he smiled on all sides equally 
 
buck mulligan thought puzzled 
 
 shakespeare he said i seem to know the name 
 
a flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features 
 
 to be sure he said remembering brightly the chap that writes like 
synge 
 
mr best turned to him 
 
 haines missed you he said did you meet him he ll see you after at 
the d b c he s gone to gill s to buy hyde s lovesongs of connacht 
 
 i came through the museum buck mulligan said was he here 
 
 the bard s fellowcountrymen john eglinton answered are rather tired 
perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising i hear that an actress played 
hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in dublin vining 
held that the prince was a woman has no one made him out to be an 
irishman judge barton i believe is searching for some clues he 
swears his highness not his lordship by saint patrick 
 
 the most brilliant of all is that story of wilde s mr best said 
lifting his brilliant notebook that portrait of mr w h where he 
proves that the sonnets were written by a willie hughes a man all hues 
 
 for willie hughes is it not the quaker librarian asked 
 
or hughie wills mr william himself w h who am i 
 
 i mean for willie hughes mr best said amending his gloss easily of 
course it s all paradox don t you know hughes and hews and hues 
the colour but it s so typical the way he works it out it s the very 
essence of wilde don t you know the light touch 
 
his glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled a blond ephebe 
tame essence of wilde 
 
you re darned witty three drams of usquebaugh you drank with dan 
deasy s ducats 
 
how much did i spend o a few shillings 
 
for a plump of pressmen humour wet and dry 
 
wit you would give your five wits for youth s proud livery he pranks 
in lineaments of gratified desire 
 
there be many mo take her for me in pairing time jove a cool ruttime 
send them yea turtledove her 
 
eve naked wheatbellied sin a snake coils her fang in s kiss 
 
 do you think it is only a paradox the quaker librarian was asking 
the mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious 
 
they talked seriously of mocker s seriousness 
 
buck mulligan s again heavy face eyed stephen awhile then his head 
wagging he came near drew a folded telegram from his pocket his 
mobile lips read smiling with new delight 
 
 telegram he said wonderful inspiration telegram a papal bull 
 
he sat on a corner of the unlit desk reading aloud joyfully 
 
 the sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the 
immense debtorship for a thing done signed dedalus where did you 
launch it from the kips no college green have you drunk the four 
quid the aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father telegram 
malachi mulligan the ship lower abbey street o you peerless mummer 
o you priestified kinchite 
 
joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a 
querulous brogue 
 
 it s what i m telling you mister honey it s queer and sick we were 
haines and myself the time himself brought it in twas murmur we did 
for a gallus potion would rouse a friar i m thinking and he limp with 
leching and we one hour and two hours and three hours in connery s 
sitting civil waiting for pints apiece 
 
he wailed 
 
 and we to be there mavrone and you to be unbeknownst sending us your 
conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the 
drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful 
 
stephen laughed 
 
quickly warningfully buck mulligan bent down 
 
 the tramper synge is looking for you he said to murder you he 
heard you pissed on his halldoor in glasthule he s out in pampooties to 
murder you 
 
 me stephen exclaimed that was your contribution to literature 
 
buck mulligan gleefully bent back laughing to the dark eavesdropping 
ceiling 
 
 murder you he laughed 
 
harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash 
of lights in rue saint andr des arts in words of words for words 
palabras oisin with patrick faunman he met in clamart woods 
brandishing a winebottle c est vendredi saint murthering irish his 
image wandering he met i mine i met a fool i the forest 
 
 mr lyster an attendant said from the door ajar 
 
 in which everyone can find his own so mr justice madden in his 
 diary of master william silence has found the hunting terms yes 
what is it 
 
 there s a gentleman here sir the attendant said coming forward and 
offering a card from the freeman he wants to see the files of the 
 kilkenny people for last year 
 
 certainly certainly certainly is the gentleman 
 
he took the eager card glanced not saw laid down unglanced looked 
asked creaked asked 
 
 is he o there 
 
brisk in a galliard he was off out in the daylit corridor he talked 
with voluble pains of zeal in duty bound most fair most kind most 
honest broadbrim 
 
 this gentleman freeman s journal kilkenny people to be sure good 
day sir kilkenny we have certainly 
 
a patient silhouette waited listening 
 
 all the leading provincial northern whig cork examiner 
enniscorthy guardian will you please evans conduct this 
gentleman if you just follow the atten or please allow me 
this way please sir 
 
voluble dutiful he led the way to all the provincial papers a bowing 
dark figure following his hasty heels 
 
the door closed 
 
 the sheeny buck mulligan cried 
 
he jumped up and snatched the card 
 
 what s his name ikey moses bloom 
 
he rattled on 
 
 jehovah collector of prepuces is no more i found him over in the 
museum where i went to hail the foamborn aphrodite the greek mouth that 
has never been twisted in prayer every day we must do homage to her 
 life of life thy lips enkindle 
 
suddenly he turned to stephen 
 
 he knows you he knows your old fellow o i fear me he is greeker 
than the greeks his pale galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove 
venus kallipyge o the thunder of those loins the god pursuing the 
maiden hid 
 
 we want to hear more john eglinton decided with mr best s approval 
we begin to be interested in mrs s till now we had thought of her if 
at all as a patient griselda a penelope stayathome 
 
 antisthenes pupil of gorgias stephen said took the palm of beauty 
from kyrios menelaus brooddam argive helen the wooden mare of troy 
in whom a score of heroes slept and handed it to poor penelope twenty 
years he lived in london and during part of that time he drew a salary 
equal to that of the lord chancellor of ireland his life was rich his 
art more than the art of feudalism as walt whitman called it is the 
art of surfeit hot herringpies green mugs of sack honeysauces sugar 
of roses marchpane gooseberried pigeons ringocandies sir walter 
raleigh when they arrested him had half a million francs on his 
back including a pair of fancy stays the gombeenwoman eliza tudor had 
underlinen enough to vie with her of sheba twenty years he dallied 
there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love 
and its foul pleasures you know manningham s story of the burgher s 
wife who bade dick burbage to her bed after she had seen him in richard 
iii and how shakespeare overhearing without more ado about nothing 
took the cow by the horns and when burbage came knocking at the gate 
answered from the capon s blankets william the conqueror came before 
richard iii and the gay lakin mistress fitton mount and cry o 
and his dainty birdsnies lady penelope rich a clean quality woman is 
suited for a player and the punks of the bankside a penny a time 
 
cours la reine encore vingt sous nous ferons de petites cochonneries 
minette tu veux 
 
 the height of fine society and sir william davenant of oxford s 
mother with her cup of canary for any cockcanary 
 
buck mulligan his pious eyes upturned prayed 
 
 blessed margaret mary anycock 
 
 and harry of six wives daughter and other lady friends from 
neighbour seats as lawn tennyson gentleman poet sings but all those 
twenty years what do you suppose poor penelope in stratford was doing 
behind the diamond panes 
 
do and do thing done in a rosery of fetter lane of gerard herbalist 
he walks greyedauburn an azured harebell like her veins lids of 
juno s eyes violets he walks one life is all one body do but do 
afar in a reek of lust and squalor hands are laid on whiteness 
 
buck mulligan rapped john eglinton s desk sharply 
 
 whom do you suspect he challenged 
 
 say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets once spurned twice 
spurned but the court wanton spurned him for a lord his dearmylove 
 
love that dare not speak its name 
 
 as an englishman you mean john sturdy eglinton put in he loved a 
lord 
 
old wall where sudden lizards flash at charenton i watched them 
 
 it seems so stephen said when he wants to do for him and for all 
other and singular uneared wombs the holy office an ostler does for the 
stallion maybe like socrates he had a midwife to mother as he had a 
shrew to wife but she the giglot wanton did not break a bedvow two 
deeds are rank in that ghost s mind a broken vow and the dullbrained 
yokel on whom her favour has declined deceased husband s brother sweet 
ann i take it was hot in the blood once a wooer twice a wooer 
 
stephen turned boldly in his chair 
 
 the burden of proof is with you not with me he said frowning if you 
deny that in the fifth scene of hamlet he has branded her with infamy 
tell me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years 
between the day she married him and the day she buried him all those 
women saw their men down and under mary her goodman john ann her 
poor dear willun when he went and died on her raging that he was the 
first to go joan her four brothers judith her husband and all her 
sons susan her husband too while susan s daughter elizabeth to use 
granddaddy s words wed her second having killed her first 
 
o yes mention there is in the years when he was living richly in 
royal london to pay a debt she had to borrow forty shillings from her 
father s shepherd explain you then explain the swansong too wherein he 
has commended her to posterity 
 
he faced their silence 
 
 to whom thus eglinton 
 you mean the will 
 but that has been explained i believe by jurists 
 she was entitled to her widow s dower 
 at common law his legal knowledge was great 
 our judges tell us 
 him satan fleers 
 mocker 
 and therefore he left out her name 
 from the first draft but he did not leave out 
 the presents for his granddaughter for his daughters 
 for his sister for his old cronies in stratford 
 and in london and therefore when he was urged 
 as i believe to name her 
 he left her his 
 secondbest 
 bed 
 punkt 
 leftherhis 
 secondbest 
 leftherhis 
 bestabed 
 secabest 
 leftabed 
 
 
woa 
 
 pretty countryfolk had few chattels then john eglinton observed as 
they have still if our peasant plays are true to type 
 
 he was a rich country gentleman stephen said with a coat of arms 
and landed estate at stratford and a house in ireland yard a capitalist 
shareholder a bill promoter a tithefarmer why did he not leave her 
his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in 
peace 
 
 it is clear that there were two beds a best and a secondbest mr 
secondbest best said finely 
 
 separatio a mensa et a thalamo bettered buck mulligan and was 
smiled on 
 
 antiquity mentions famous beds second eglinton puckered bedsmiling 
let me think 
 
 antiquity mentions that stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage 
stephen said who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves pays 
tribute to his elders wills to be laid in earth near the bones of his 
dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old mistress don t forget 
nell gwynn herpyllis and let her live in his villa 
 
 do you mean he died so mr best asked with slight concern i mean 
 
 he died dead drunk buck mulligan capped a quart of ale is a dish for 
a king o i must tell you what dowden said 
 
 what asked besteglinton 
 
william shakespeare and company limited the people s william for 
terms apply e dowden highfield house 
 
 lovely buck mulligan suspired amorously i asked him what he thought 
of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard he lifted his hands 
and said all we can say is that life ran very high in those days 
lovely 
 
catamite 
 
 the sense of beauty leads us astray said beautifulinsadness best to 
ugling eglinton 
 
steadfast john replied severe 
 
 the doctor can tell us what those words mean you cannot eat your cake 
and have it 
 
sayest thou so will they wrest from us from me the palm of beauty 
 
 and the sense of property stephen said he drew shylock out of his 
own long pocket the son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself 
a cornjobber and moneylender with ten tods of corn hoarded in the 
famine riots his borrowers are no doubt those divers of worship 
mentioned by chettle falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing 
he sued a fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted 
his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent how else could 
aubrey s ostler and callboy get rich quick all events brought grist to 
his mill shylock chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging 
and quartering of the queen s leech lopez his jew s heart being plucked 
forth while the sheeny was yet alive hamlet and macbeth with 
the coming to the throne of a scotch philosophaster with a turn for 
witchroasting the lost armada is his jeer in love s labour lost 
his pageants the histories sail fullbellied on a tide of mafeking 
enthusiasm warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter s theory 
of equivocation the sea venture comes home from bermudas and the play 
renan admired is written with patsy caliban our american cousin 
the sugared sonnets follow sidney s as for fay elizabeth otherwise 
carrotty bess the gross virgin who inspired the merry wives of 
windsor let some meinherr from almany grope his life long for deephid 
meanings in the depths of the buckbasket 
 
i think you re getting on very nicely just mix up a mixture of 
theolologicophilolological mingo minxi mictum mingere 
 
 prove that he was a jew john eglinton dared expectantly your dean 
of studies holds he was a holy roman 
 
 sufflaminandus sum 
 
 he was made in germany stephen replied as the champion french 
polisher of italian scandals 
 
 a myriadminded man mr best reminded coleridge called him 
myriadminded 
 
 amplius in societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia 
inter multos 
 
 saint thomas stephen began 
 
 ora pro nobis monk mulligan groaned sinking to a chair 
 
there he keened a wailing rune 
 
 pogue mahone acushla machree it s destroyed we are from this day 
it s destroyed we are surely 
 
all smiled their smiles 
 
 saint thomas stephen smiling said whose gorbellied works i enjoy 
reading in the original writing of incest from a standpoint different 
from that of the new viennese school mr magee spoke of likens it in his 
wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions he means that the 
love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some 
stranger who it may be hungers for it jews whom christians tax with 
avarice are of all races the most given to intermarriage accusations 
are made in anger the christian laws which built up the hoards of the 
jews for whom as for the lollards storm was shelter bound their 
affections too with hoops of steel whether these be sins or virtues old 
nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet but a man who holds so tightly 
to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold 
tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his 
wife no sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his 
manservant or his maidservant or his jackass 
 
 or his jennyass buck mulligan antiphoned 
 
 gentle will is being roughly handled gentle mr best said gently 
 
 which will gagged sweetly buck mulligan we are getting mixed 
 
 the will to live john eglinton philosophised for poor ann will s 
widow is the will to die 
 
 requiescat stephen prayed 
 
 what of all the will to do 
 it has vanished long ago 
 
 she lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed the 
mobled queen even though you prove that a bed in those days was as 
rare as a motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven 
parishes in old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her 
at new place and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in 
which bed he slept it skills not to ask and heard she had a soul she 
read or had read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the merry 
wives and loosing her nightly waters on the jordan she thought 
over hooks and eyes for believers breeches and the most spiritual 
snuffbox to make the most devout souls sneeze venus has twisted her 
lips in prayer agenbite of inwit remorse of conscience it is an age 
of exhausted whoredom groping for its god 
 
 history shows that to be true inquit eglintonus chronolologos the 
ages succeed one another but we have it on high authority that a man s 
worst enemies shall be those of his own house and family i feel that 
russell is right what do we care for his wife or father i should say 
that only family poets have family lives falstaff was not a family man 
i feel that the fat knight is his supreme creation 
 
lean he lay back shy deny thy kindred the unco guid shy supping 
with the godless he sneaks the cup a sire in ultonian antrim bade it 
him visits him here on quarter days mr magee sir there s a gentleman 
to see you me says he s your father sir give me my wordsworth enter 
magee mor matthew a rugged rough rugheaded kern in strossers with 
a buttoned codpiece his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten 
forests a wand of wilding in his hand 
 
your own he knows your old fellow the widower 
 
hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay paris on the quayside i 
touched his hand the voice new warmth speaking dr bob kenny is 
attending her the eyes that wish me well but do not know me 
 
 a father stephen said battling against hopelessness is a necessary 
evil he wrote the play in the months that followed his father s death 
if you hold that he a greying man with two marriageable daughters with 
thirtyfive years of life nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita with 
fifty of experience is the beardless undergraduate from wittenberg then 
you must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen no 
the corpse of john shakespeare does not walk the night from hour to 
hour it rots and rots he rests disarmed of fatherhood having devised 
that mystical estate upon his son boccaccio s calandrino was the first 
and last man who felt himself with child fatherhood in the sense of 
conscious begetting is unknown to man it is a mystical estate an 
apostolic succession from only begetter to only begotten on that 
mystery and not on the madonna which the cunning italian intellect 
flung to the mob of europe the church is founded and founded irremovably 
because founded like the world macro and microcosm upon the void 
upon incertitude upon unlikelihood amor matris subjective and 
objective genitive may be the only true thing in life paternity may be 
a legal fiction who is the father of any son that any son should love 
him or he any son 
 
what the hell are you driving at 
 
i know shut up blast you i have reasons 
 
 amplius adhuc iterum postea 
 
are you condemned to do this 
 
 they are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal 
annals of the world stained with all other incests and bestialities 
hardly record its breach sons with mothers sires with daughters 
lesbic sisters loves that dare not speak their name nephews with 
grandmothers jailbirds with keyholes queens with prize bulls the son 
unborn mars beauty born he brings pain divides affection increases 
care he is a new male his growth is his father s decline his youth 
his father s envy his friend his father s enemy 
 
in rue monsieur le prince i thought it 
 
 what links them in nature an instant of blind rut 
 
am i a father if i were 
 
shrunken uncertain hand 
 
 sabellius the african subtlest heresiarch of all the beasts of the 
field held that the father was himself his own son the bulldog of 
aquin with whom no word shall be impossible refutes him well if 
the father who has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a 
father be a son when rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet 
of the same name in the comedy of errors wrote hamlet he was not the 
father of his own son merely but being no more a son he was and felt 
himself the father of all his race the father of his own grandfather 
the father of his unborn grandson who by the same token never was 
born for nature as mr magee understands her abhors perfection 
 
eglintoneyes quick with pleasure looked up shybrightly gladly 
glancing a merry puritan through the twisted eglantine 
 
flatter rarely but flatter 
 
 himself his own father sonmulligan told himself wait i am big with 
child i have an unborn child in my brain pallas athena a play the 
play s the thing let me parturiate 
 
he clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands 
 
 as for his family stephen said his mother s name lives in the 
forest of arden her death brought from him the scene with volumnia in 
 coriolanus his boyson s death is the deathscene of young arthur in 
 king john hamlet the black prince is hamnet shakespeare who the 
girls in the tempest in pericles in winter s tale are we know 
who cleopatra fleshpot of egypt and cressid and venus are we may 
guess but there is another member of his family who is recorded 
 
 the plot thickens john eglinton said 
 
the quaker librarian quaking tiptoed in quake his mask quake with 
haste quake quack 
 
door closed cell day 
 
they list three they 
 
i you he they 
 
come mess 
 
stephen he had three brothers gilbert edmund richard gilbert in his 
old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from maister gatherer 
one time mass he did and he seen his brud maister wull the playwriter up 
in lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on s back the playhouse sausage 
filled gilbert s soul he is nowhere but an edmund and a richard are 
recorded in the works of sweet william 
 
mageeglinjohn names what s in a name 
 
best that is my name richard don t you know i hope you are going to 
say a good word for richard don t you know for my sake laughter 
 
 
buckmulligan piano diminuendo 
 
 then outspoke medical dick 
 to his comrade medical davy 
 
stephen in his trinity of black wills the villain shakebags iago 
richard crookback edmund in king lear two bear the wicked uncles 
names nay that last play was written or being written while his 
brother edmund lay dying in southwark 
 
best i hope edmund is going to catch it i don t want richard my name 
 
 
 laughter 
 
quakerlyster a tempo but he that filches from me my good name 
 
stephen stringendo he has hidden his own name a fair name 
william in the plays a super here a clown there as a painter of old 
italy set his face in a dark corner of his canvas he has revealed it in 
the sonnets where there is will in overplus like john o gaunt his name 
is dear to him as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for on a bend 
sable a spear or steeled argent honorificabilitudinitatibus dearer 
than his glory of greatest shakescene in the country what s in a name 
that is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that 
we are told is ours a star a daystar a firedrake rose at his birth 
it shone by day in the heavens alone brighter than venus in the 
night and by night it shone over delta in cassiopeia the recumbent 
constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars his 
eyes watched it lowlying on the horizon eastward of the bear as 
he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from 
shottery and from her arms 
 
both satisfied i too 
 
don t tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched 
 
and from her arms 
 
wait to be wooed and won ay meacock who will woo you 
 
read the skies autontimorumenos bous stephanoumenos where s your 
configuration stephen stephen cut the bread even s d sua donna 
gi di lui gelindo risolve di non amare s d 
 
 what is that mr dedalus the quaker librarian asked was it a 
celestial phenomenon 
 
 a star by night stephen said a pillar of the cloud by day 
 
what more s to speak 
 
stephen looked on his hat his stick his boots 
 
 stephanos my crown my sword his boots are spoiling the shape of my 
feet buy a pair holes in my socks handkerchief too 
 
 you make good use of the name john eglinton allowed your own name is 
strange enough i suppose it explains your fantastical humour 
 
me magee and mulligan 
 
fabulous artificer the hawklike man you flew whereto 
newhaven dieppe steerage passenger paris and back lapwing icarus 
 pater ait seabedabbled fallen weltering lapwing you are lapwing 
be 
 
mr best eagerquietly lifted his book to say 
 
 that s very interesting because that brother motive don t you know 
we find also in the old irish myths just what you say the three 
brothers shakespeare in grimm too don t you know the fairytales the 
third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best 
prize 
 
best of best brothers good better best 
 
the quaker librarian springhalted near 
 
 i should like to know he said which brother you i understand you 
to suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers but perhaps 
i am anticipating 
 
he caught himself in the act looked at all refrained 
 
an attendant from the doorway called 
 
 mr lyster father dineen wants 
 
 o father dineen directly 
 
swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone 
 
john eglinton touched the foil 
 
 come he said let us hear what you have to say of richard and edmund 
you kept them for the last didn t you 
 
 in asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle richie and 
nuncle edmund stephen answered i feel i am asking too much perhaps a 
brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella 
 
lapwing 
 
where is your brother apothecaries hall my whetstone him then 
cranly mulligan now these speech speech but act act speech they 
mock to try you act be acted on 
 
lapwing 
 
i am tired of my voice the voice of esau my kingdom for a drink 
 
on 
 
 you will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he 
took the stuff of his plays why did he take them rather than others 
richard a whoreson crookback misbegotten makes love to a widowed ann 
 what s in a name woos and wins her a whoreson merry widow richard 
the conqueror third brother came after william the conquered the 
other four acts of that play hang limply from that first of all his 
kings richard is the only king unshielded by shakespeare s reverence 
the angel of the world why is the underplot of king lear in which 
edmund figures lifted out of sidney s arcadia and spatchcocked on to a 
celtic legend older than history 
 
 that was will s way john eglinton defended we should not now combine 
a norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by george meredith que 
voulez vous moore would say he puts bohemia on the seacoast and makes 
ulysses quote aristotle 
 
 why stephen answered himself because the theme of the false or 
the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to 
shakespeare what the poor are not always with him the note of 
banishment banishment from the heart banishment from home sounds 
uninterruptedly from the two gentlemen of verona onward till prospero 
breaks his staff buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his 
book it doubles itself in the middle of his life reflects itself in 
another repeats itself protasis epitasis catastasis catastrophe 
it repeats itself again when he is near the grave when his married 
daughter susan chip of the old block is accused of adultery but it 
was the original sin that darkened his understanding weakened his will 
and left in him a strong inclination to evil the words are those of 
my lords bishops of maynooth an original sin and like original sin 
committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned it is between the 
lines of his last written words it is petrified on his tombstone under 
which her four bones are not to be laid age has not withered it beauty 
and peace have not done it away it is in infinite variety everywhere in 
the world he has created in much ado about nothing twice in as you 
like it in the tempest in hamlet in measure for measure and 
in all the other plays which i have not read 
 
he laughed to free his mind from his mind s bondage 
 
judge eglinton summed up 
 
 the truth is midway he affirmed he is the ghost and the prince he 
is all in all 
 
 he is stephen said the boy of act one is the mature man of act five 
all in all in cymbeline in othello he is bawd and cuckold he acts 
and is acted on lover of an ideal or a perversion like jose he 
kills the real carmen his unremitting intellect is the hornmad iago 
ceaselessly willing that the moor in him shall suffer 
 
 cuckoo cuckoo cuck mulligan clucked lewdly o word of fear 
 
dark dome received reverbed 
 
 and what a character is iago undaunted john eglinton exclaimed when 
all is said dumas fils or is it dumas p re is right after god 
shakespeare has created most 
 
 man delights him not nor woman neither stephen said he returns after 
a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was born where he has 
always been man and boy a silent witness and there his journey of 
life ended he plants his mulberrytree in the earth then dies the 
motion is ended gravediggers bury hamlet p re and hamlet fils 
a king and a prince at last in death with incidental music and what 
though murdered and betrayed bewept by all frail tender hearts for 
dane or dubliner sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom 
they refuse to be divorced if you like the epilogue look long on it 
prosperous prospero the good man rewarded lizzie grandpa s lump of 
love and nuncle richie the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the 
place where the bad niggers go strong curtain he found in the world 
without as actual what was in his world within as possible maeterlinck 
says if socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated 
on his doorstep if judas go forth tonight it is to judas his steps 
will tend every life is many days day after day we walk through 
ourselves meeting robbers ghosts giants old men young men wives 
widows brothers in love but always meeting ourselves the playwright 
who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it badly he gave us light 
first and the sun two days later the lord of things as they are whom 
the most roman of catholics call dio boia hangman god is doubtless 
all in all in all of us ostler and butcher and would be bawd and 
cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven foretold by hamlet there 
are no more marriages glorified man an androgynous angel being a wife 
unto himself 
 
 eureka buck mulligan cried eureka 
 
suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride john eglinton s 
desk 
 
 may i he said the lord has spoken to malachi 
 
he began to scribble on a slip of paper 
 
take some slips from the counter going out 
 
 those who are married mr best douce herald said all save one 
shall live the rest shall keep as they are 
 
he laughed unmarried at eglinton johannes of arts a bachelor 
 
unwed unfancied ware of wiles they fingerponder nightly each his 
variorum edition of the taming of the shrew 
 
 you are a delusion said roundly john eglinton to stephen you have 
brought us all this way to show us a french triangle do you believe 
your own theory 
 
 no stephen said promptly 
 
 are you going to write it mr best asked you ought to make it a 
dialogue don t you know like the platonic dialogues wilde wrote 
 
john eclecticon doubly smiled 
 
 well in that case he said i don t see why you should expect payment 
for it since you don t believe it yourself dowden believes there is 
some mystery in hamlet but will say no more herr bleibtreu the man 
piper met in berlin who is working up that rutland theory believes 
that the secret is hidden in the stratford monument he is going to 
visit the present duke piper says and prove to him that his ancestor 
wrote the plays it will come as a surprise to his grace but he 
believes his theory 
 
i believe o lord help my unbelief that is help me to believe or help 
me to unbelieve who helps to believe egomen who to unbelieve other 
chap 
 
 you are the only contributor to dana who asks for pieces of silver 
then i don t know about the next number fred ryan wants space for an 
article on economics 
 
fraidrine two pieces of silver he lent me tide you over economics 
 
 for a guinea stephen said you can publish this interview 
 
buck mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling laughing and then 
gravely said honeying malice 
 
 i called upon the bard kinch at his summer residence in upper 
mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the summa contra 
gentiles in the company of two gonorrheal ladies fresh nelly and 
rosalie the coalquay whore 
 
he broke away 
 
 come kinch come wandering aengus of the birds 
 
come kinch you have eaten all we left ay i will serve you your orts 
and offals 
 
stephen rose 
 
life is many days this will end 
 
 we shall see you tonight john eglinton said notre ami moore says 
malachi mulligan must be there 
 
buck mulligan flaunted his slip and panama 
 
 monsieur moore he said lecturer on french letters to the youth of 
ireland i ll be there come kinch the bards must drink can you walk 
straight 
 
laughing he 
 
swill till eleven irish nights entertainment 
 
lubber 
 
stephen followed a lubber 
 
one day in the national library we had a discussion shakes after his 
lub back i followed i gall his kibe 
 
stephen greeting then all amort followed a lubber jester a wellkempt 
head newbarbered out of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of 
no thought 
 
what have i learned of them of me 
 
walk like haines now 
 
the constant readers room in the readers book cashel boyle o connor 
fitzmaurice tisdall farrell parafes his polysyllables item was hamlet 
mad the quaker s pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk 
 
 o please do sir i shall be most pleased 
 
amused buck mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself selfnodding 
 
 a pleased bottom 
 
the turnstile 
 
is that blueribboned hat idly writing what looked 
 
the curving balustrade smoothsliding mincius 
 
puck mulligan panamahelmeted went step by step iambing trolling 
 
 john eglinton my jo john why won t you wed a wife 
 
he spluttered to the air 
 
 o the chinless chinaman chin chon eg lin ton we went over to their 
playbox haines and i the plumbers hall our players are creating a 
new art for europe like the greeks or m maeterlinck abbey theatre i 
smell the pubic sweat of monks 
 
he spat blank 
 
forgot any more than he forgot the whipping lousy lucy gave him and 
left the femme de trente ans and why no other children born and his 
first child a girl 
 
afterwit go back 
 
the dour recluse still there he has his cake and the douce youngling 
minion of pleasure phedo s toyable fair hair 
 
eh i just eh wanted i forgot he 
 
 longworth and m curdy atkinson were there 
 
puck mulligan footed featly trilling 
 
 i hardly hear the purlieu cry 
 or a tommy talk as i pass one by 
 before my thoughts begin to run 
 on f m curdy atkinson 
 the same that had the wooden leg 
 and that filibustering filibeg 
 that never dared to slake his drouth 
 magee that had the chinless mouth 
 being afraid to marry on earth 
 they masturbated for all they were worth 
 
 
jest on know thyself 
 
halted below me a quizzer looks at me i halt 
 
 mournful mummer buck mulligan moaned synge has left off wearing 
black to be like nature only crows priests and english coal are black 
 
a laugh tripped over his lips 
 
 longworth is awfully sick he said after what you wrote about that 
old hake gregory o you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit she gets you 
a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to jaysus 
couldn t you do the yeats touch 
 
he went on and down mopping chanting with waving graceful arms 
 
 the most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time 
one thinks of homer 
 
he stopped at the stairfoot 
 
 i have conceived a play for the mummers he said solemnly 
 
the pillared moorish hall shadows entwined gone the nine men s morrice 
with caps of indices 
 
in sweetly varying voices buck mulligan read his tablet everyman his 
own wife or a honeymoon in the hand a national immorality in three 
orgasms by ballocky mulligan 
 
 
he turned a happy patch s smirk to stephen saying 
 
 the disguise i fear is thin but listen 
 
he read marcato 
 
 characters 
 
 tody tostoff a ruined pole 
 crab a bushranger 
 medical dick 
 and two birds with one stone 
 medical davy 
 mother grogan a watercarrier 
 fresh nelly 
 and 
 rosalie the coalquay whore 
 
he laughed lolling a to and fro head walking on followed by stephen 
and mirthfully he told the shadows souls of men 
 
 o the night in the camden hall when the daughters of erin had to 
lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured 
multicoloured multitudinous vomit 
 
 the most innocent son of erin stephen said for whom they ever lifted 
them 
 
about to pass through the doorway feeling one behind he stood aside 
 
part the moment is now where then if socrates leave his house today 
if judas go forth tonight why that lies in space which i in time must 
come to ineluctably 
 
my will his will that fronts me seas between 
 
a man passed out between them bowing greeting 
 
 good day again buck mulligan said 
 
the portico 
 
here i watched the birds for augury aengus of the birds they go they 
come last night i flew easily flew men wondered street of harlots 
after a creamfruit melon he held to me in you will see 
 
 the wandering jew buck mulligan whispered with clown s awe did you 
see his eye he looked upon you to lust after you i fear thee ancient 
mariner o kinch thou art in peril get thee a breechpad 
 
manner of oxenford 
 
day wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge 
 
a dark back went before them step of a pard down out by the gateway 
under portcullis barbs 
 
they followed 
 
offend me still speak on 
 
kind air defined the coigns of houses in kildare street no birds frail 
from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended pluming and in a flaw 
of softness softly were blown 
 
cease to strive peace of the druid priests of cymbeline hierophantic 
from wide earth an altar 
 
 laud we the gods 
 and let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils 
 from our bless d altars 
 
 
the superior the very reverend john conmee s j reset his smooth watch 
in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps five to 
three just nice time to walk to artane what was that boy s name again 
dignam yes vere dignum et iustum est brother swan was the person 
to see mr cunningham s letter yes oblige him if possible good 
practical catholic useful at mission time 
 
a onelegged sailor swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his 
crutches growled some notes he jerked short before the convent of the 
sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very 
reverend john conmee s j father conmee blessed him in the sun for his 
purse held he knew one silver crown 
 
father conmee crossed to mountjoy square he thought but not for long 
of soldiers and sailors whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs 
ending their days in some pauper ward and of cardinal wolsey s words 
 if i had served my god as i have served my king he would not have 
abandoned me in my old days he walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking 
leaves and towards him came the wife of mr david sheehy m p 
 
 very well indeed father and you father 
 
father conmee was wonderfully well indeed he would go to buxton 
probably for the waters and her boys were they getting on well at 
belvedere was that so father conmee was very glad indeed to hear that 
and mr sheehy himself still in london the house was still sitting to 
be sure it was beautiful weather it was delightful indeed yes it was 
very probable that father bernard vaughan would come again to preach o 
yes a very great success a wonderful man really 
 
father conmee was very glad to see the wife of mr david sheehy m p 
iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to mr david sheehy m p 
yes he would certainly call 
 
 good afternoon mrs sheehy 
 
father conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled as he took leave at the 
jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun and smiled yet again 
in going he had cleaned his teeth he knew with arecanut paste 
 
father conmee walked and walking smiled for he thought on father 
bernard vaughan s droll eyes and cockney voice 
 
 pilate wy don t you old back that owlin mob 
 
a zealous man however really he was and really did great good in his 
way beyond a doubt he loved ireland he said and he loved the irish 
of good family too would one think it welsh were they not 
 
o lest he forget that letter to father provincial 
 
father conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of mountjoy 
square yes they were from belvedere the little house aha and were 
they good boys at school o that was very good now and what was his 
name jack sohan and his name ger gallaher and the other little man 
his name was brunny lynam o that was a very nice name to have 
 
father conmee gave a letter from his breast to master brunny lynam and 
pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of fitzgibbon street 
 
 but mind you don t post yourself into the box little man he said 
 
the boys sixeyed father conmee and laughed 
 
 o sir 
 
 well let me see if you can post a letter father conmee said 
 
master brunny lynam ran across the road and put father conmee s letter 
to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox father 
conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along mountjoy square 
east 
 
mr denis j maginni professor of dancing c in silk hat slate 
frockcoat with silk facings white kerchief tie tight lavender 
trousers canary gloves and pointed patent boots walking with grave 
deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady 
maxwell at the corner of dignam s court 
 
was that not mrs m guinness 
 
mrs m guinness stately silverhaired bowed to father conmee from the 
farther footpath along which she sailed and father conmee smiled and 
saluted how did she do 
 
a fine carriage she had like mary queen of scots something and to 
think that she was a pawnbroker well now such a what should he 
say such a queenly mien 
 
father conmee walked down great charles street and glanced at the shutup 
free church on his left the reverend t r greene b a will d v 
speak the incumbent they called him he felt it incumbent on him to say 
a few words but one should be charitable invincible ignorance they 
acted according to their lights 
 
father conmee turned the corner and walked along the north circular 
road it was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an important 
thoroughfare surely there ought to be 
 
a band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from richmond street all 
raised untidy caps father conmee greeted them more than once benignly 
christian brother boys 
 
father conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked saint 
joseph s church portland row for aged and virtuous females 
father conmee raised his hat to the blessed sacrament virtuous but 
occasionally they were also badtempered 
 
near aldborough house father conmee thought of that spendthrift 
nobleman and now it was an office or something 
 
father conmee began to walk along the north strand road and was saluted 
by mr william gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop father 
conmee saluted mr william gallagher and perceived the odours that came 
from baconflitches and ample cools of butter he passed grogan s the 
tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful 
catastrophe in new york in america those things were continually 
happening unfortunate people to die like that unprepared still an 
act of perfect contrition 
 
father conmee went by daniel bergin s publichouse against the window of 
which two unlabouring men lounged they saluted him and were saluted 
 
father conmee passed h j o neill s funeral establishment where corny 
kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay 
a constable on his beat saluted father conmee and father conmee saluted 
the constable in youkstetter s the porkbutcher s father conmee 
observed pig s puddings white and black and red lie neatly curled in 
tubes 
 
moored under the trees of charleville mall father conmee saw a 
turfbarge a towhorse with pendent head a bargeman with a hat of dirty 
straw seated amidships smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above 
him it was idyllic and father conmee reflected on the providence of 
the creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it 
out and bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor 
people 
 
on newcomen bridge the very reverend john conmee s j of saint francis 
xavier s church upper gardiner street stepped on to an outward bound 
tram 
 
off an inward bound tram stepped the reverend nicholas dudley c c of 
saint agatha s church north william street on to newcomen bridge 
 
at newcomen bridge father conmee stepped into an outward bound tram for 
he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past mud island 
 
father conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar a blue ticket tucked with 
care in the eye of one plump kid glove while four shillings a sixpence 
and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his purse 
passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector usually 
made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket the 
solemnity of the occupants of the car seemed to father conmee excessive 
for a journey so short and cheap father conmee liked cheerful decorum 
 
it was a peaceful day the gentleman with the glasses opposite father 
conmee had finished explaining and looked down his wife father conmee 
supposed a tiny yawn opened the mouth of the wife of the gentleman with 
the glasses she raised her small gloved fist yawned ever so gently 
tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily 
sweetly 
 
father conmee perceived her perfume in the car he perceived also that 
the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of the 
seat 
 
father conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the 
mouth of the awkward old man who had the shaky head 
 
at annesley bridge the tram halted and when it was about to go an old 
woman rose suddenly from her place to alight the conductor pulled the 
bellstrap to stay the car for her she passed out with her basket and 
a marketnet and father conmee saw the conductor help her and net and 
basket down and father conmee thought that as she had nearly passed 
the end of the penny fare she was one of those good souls who had 
always to be told twice bless you my child that they have been 
absolved pray for me but they had so many worries in life so many 
cares poor creatures 
 
from the hoardings mr eugene stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at 
father conmee 
 
father conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow men and 
of his sermon on saint peter claver s j and the african mission and of 
the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown and 
yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last 
hour came like a thief in the night that book by the belgian jesuit 
 le nombre des lus seemed to father conmee a reasonable plea those 
were millions of human souls created by god in his own likeness to 
whom the faith had not d v been brought but they were god s souls 
created by god it seemed to father conmee a pity that they should all 
be lost a waste if one might say 
 
at the howth road stop father conmee alighted was saluted by the 
conductor and saluted in his turn 
 
the malahide road was quiet it pleased father conmee road and name 
the joybells were ringing in gay malahide lord talbot de malahide 
immediate hereditary lord admiral of malahide and the seas adjoining 
then came the call to arms and she was maid wife and widow in one day 
those were old worldish days loyal times in joyous townlands old times 
in the barony 
 
father conmee walking thought of his little book old times in the 
barony and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of 
mary rochfort daughter of lord molesworth first countess of belvedere 
 
a listless lady no more young walked alone the shore of lough ennel 
mary first countess of belvedere listlessly walking in the evening 
not startled when an otter plunged who could know the truth not the 
jealous lord belvedere and not her confessor if she had not committed 
adultery fully eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris with 
her husband s brother she would half confess if she had not all sinned 
as women did only god knew and she and he her husband s brother 
 
father conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence needed however for 
man s race on earth and of the ways of god which were not our ways 
 
don john conmee walked and moved in times of yore he was humane and 
honoured there he bore in mind secrets confessed and he smiled at 
smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom ceiled with full fruit 
clusters and the hands of a bride and of a bridegroom noble to noble 
were impalmed by don john conmee 
 
it was a charming day 
 
the lychgate of a field showed father conmee breadths of cabbages 
curtseying to him with ample underleaves the sky showed him a flock of 
small white clouds going slowly down the wind moutonner the french 
said a just and homely word 
 
father conmee reading his office watched a flock of muttoning clouds 
over rathcoffey his thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble of 
clongowes field he walked there reading in the evening and heard 
the cries of the boys lines at their play young cries in the quiet 
evening he was their rector his reign was mild 
 
father conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out an 
ivory bookmark told him the page 
 
nones he should have read that before lunch but lady maxwell had come 
 
father conmee read in secret pater and ave and crossed his breast 
 deus in adiutorium 
 
he walked calmly and read mutely the nones walking and reading till he 
came to res in beati immaculati principium verborum tuorum veritas 
in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae 
 
a flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came a 
young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand the young man raised 
his cap abruptly the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care 
detached from her light skirt a clinging twig 
 
father conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his 
breviary sin principes persecuti sunt me gratis et a verbis tuis 
formidavit cor meum 
 
 
 
corny kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his drooping eye 
at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner he pulled himself erect 
went to it and spinning it on its axle viewed its shape and brass 
furnishings chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came 
to the doorway there he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes 
and leaned against the doorcase looking idly out 
 
father john conmee stepped into the dollymount tram on newcomen bridge 
 
corny kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed his hat 
downtilted chewing his blade of hay 
 
constable c on his beat stood to pass the time of day 
 
 that s a fine day mr kelleher 
 
 ay corny kelleher said 
 
 it s very close the constable said 
 
corny kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth 
while a generous white arm from a window in eccles street flung forth a 
coin 
 
 what s the best news he asked 
 
 i seen that particular party last evening the constable said with 
bated breath 
 
 
 
a onelegged sailor crutched himself round macconnell s corner skirting 
rabaiotti s icecream car and jerked himself up eccles street towards 
larry o rourke in shirtsleeves in his doorway he growled unamiably 
 
 for england 
 
he swung himself violently forward past katey and boody dedalus halted 
and growled 
 
 home and beauty 
 
j j o molloy s white careworn face was told that mr lambert was in the 
warehouse with a visitor 
 
a stout lady stopped took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it 
into the cap held out to her the sailor grumbled thanks glanced sourly 
at the unheeding windows sank his head and swung himself forward four 
strides 
 
he halted and growled angrily 
 
 for england 
 
two barefoot urchins sucking long liquorice laces halted near him 
gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths 
 
he swung himself forward in vigorous jerks halted lifted his head 
towards a window and bayed deeply 
 
 home and beauty 
 
the gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two ceased 
the blind of the window was drawn aside a card unfurnished apartments 
slipped from the sash and fell a plump bare generous arm shone was 
seen held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps a 
woman s hand flung forth a coin over the area railings it fell on the 
path 
 
one of the urchins ran to it picked it up and dropped it into the 
minstrel s cap saying 
 
 there sir 
 
 
 
katey and boody dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen 
 
 did you put in the books boody asked 
 
maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds 
twice with her potstick and wiped her brow 
 
 they wouldn t give anything on them she said 
 
father conmee walked through clongowes fields his thinsocked ankles 
tickled by stubble 
 
 where did you try boody asked 
 
 m guinness s 
 
boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table 
 
 bad cess to her big face she cried 
 
katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes 
 
 what s in the pot she asked 
 
 shirts maggy said 
 
boody cried angrily 
 
 crickey is there nothing for us to eat 
 
katey lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt asked 
 
 and what s in this 
 
a heavy fume gushed in answer 
 
 peasoup maggy said 
 
 where did you get it katey asked 
 
 sister mary patrick maggy said 
 
the lacquey rang his bell 
 
 barang 
 
boody sat down at the table and said hungrily 
 
 give us it here 
 
maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl katey 
sitting opposite boody said quietly as her fingertip lifted to her 
mouth random crumbs 
 
 a good job we have that much where s dilly 
 
 gone to meet father maggy said 
 
boody breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup added 
 
 our father who art not in heaven 
 
maggy pouring yellow soup in katey s bowl exclaimed 
 
 boody for shame 
 
a skiff a crumpled throwaway elijah is coming rode lightly down the 
liffey under loopline bridge shooting the rapids where water chafed 
around the bridgepiers sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains 
between the customhouse old dock and george s quay 
 
 
 
the blond girl in thornton s bedded the wicker basket with rustling 
fibre blazes boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper 
and a small jar 
 
 put these in first will you he said 
 
 yes sir the blond girl said and the fruit on top 
 
 that ll do game ball blazes boylan said 
 
she bestowed fat pears neatly head by tail and among them ripe 
shamefaced peaches 
 
blazes boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the 
fruitsmelling shop lifting fruits young juicy crinkled and plump red 
tomatoes sniffing smells 
 
h e l y s filed before him tallwhitehatted past tangier lane 
plodding towards their goal 
 
he turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries drew a gold watch from 
his fob and held it at its chain s length 
 
 can you send them by tram now 
 
a darkbacked figure under merchants arch scanned books on the hawker s 
cart 
 
 certainly sir is it in the city 
 
 o yes blazes boylan said ten minutes 
 
the blond girl handed him a docket and pencil 
 
 will you write the address sir 
 
blazes boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her 
 
 send it at once will you he said it s for an invalid 
 
 yes sir i will sir 
 
blazes boylan rattled merry money in his trousers pocket 
 
 what s the damage he asked 
 
the blond girl s slim fingers reckoned the fruits 
 
blazes boylan looked into the cut of her blouse a young pullet he took 
a red carnation from the tall stemglass 
 
 this for me he asked gallantly 
 
the blond girl glanced sideways at him got up regardless with his tie 
a bit crooked blushing 
 
 yes sir she said 
 
bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches 
 
blazes boylan looked in her blouse with more favour the stalk of the 
red flower between his smiling teeth 
 
 may i say a word to your telephone missy he asked roguishly 
 
 
 
 ma almidano artifoni said 
 
he gazed over stephen s shoulder at goldsmith s knobby poll 
 
two carfuls of tourists passed slowly their women sitting fore 
gripping the handrests palefaces men s arms frankly round their 
stunted forms they looked from trinity to the blind columned porch of 
the bank of ireland where pigeons roocoocooed 
 
 anch io ho avuto di queste idee almidano artifoni said quand ero 
giovine come lei eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo una bestia 
 peccato perch la sua voce sarebbe un cespite di rendita via 
invece lei si sacrifica 
 
 sacrifizio incruento stephen said smiling swaying his ashplant in 
slow swingswong from its midpoint lightly 
 
 speriamo the round mustachioed face said pleasantly ma dia retta 
a me ci rifletta 
 
by the stern stone hand of grattan bidding halt an inchicore tram 
unloaded straggling highland soldiers of a band 
 
 ci rifletter stephen said glancing down the solid trouserleg 
 
 ma sul serio eh almidano artifoni said 
 
his heavy hand took stephen s firmly human eyes they gazed curiously 
an instant and turned quickly towards a dalkey tram 
 
 eccolo almidano artifoni said in friendly haste venga a trovarmi 
e ci pensi addio caro 
 
 arrivederla maestro stephen said raising his hat when his hand 
was freed e grazie 
 
 di che almidano artifoni said scusi eh tante belle cose 
 
almidano artifoni holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal 
trotted on stout trousers after the dalkey tram in vain he trotted 
signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling 
implements of music through trinity gates 
 
 
 
miss dunne hid the capel street library copy of the woman in white 
far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her 
typewriter 
 
too much mystery business in it is he in love with that one marion 
change it and get another by mary cecil haye 
 
the disk shot down the groove wobbled a while ceased and ogled them 
six 
 
miss dunne clicked on the keyboard 
 
 june 
 
five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between monypeny s corner and the slab 
where wolfe tone s statue was not eeled themselves turning h e l 
y s and plodded back as they had come 
 
then she stared at the large poster of marie kendall charming 
soubrette and listlessly lolling scribbled on the jotter sixteens and 
capital esses mustard hair and dauby cheeks she s not nicelooking 
is she the way she s holding up her bit of a skirt wonder will that 
fellow be at the band tonight if i could get that dressmaker to make a 
concertina skirt like susy nagle s they kick out grand shannon and 
all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her hope to goodness he 
won t keep me here till seven 
 
the telephone rang rudely by her ear 
 
 hello yes sir no sir yes sir i ll ring them up after five only 
those two sir for belfast and liverpool all right sir then i can go 
after six if you re not back a quarter after yes sir twentyseven and 
six i ll tell him yes one seven six 
 
she scribbled three figures on an envelope 
 
 mr boylan hello that gentleman from sport was in looking for you mr 
lenehan yes he said he ll be in the ormond at four no sir yes sir 
i ll ring them up after five 
 
 
 
two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch 
 
 who s that ned lambert asked is that crotty 
 
 ringabella and crosshaven a voice replied groping for foothold 
 
 hello jack is that yourself ned lambert said raising in salute his 
pliant lath among the flickering arches come on mind your steps there 
 
the vesta in the clergyman s uplifted hand consumed itself in a long 
soft flame and was let fall at their feet its red speck died and 
mouldy air closed round them 
 
 how interesting a refined accent said in the gloom 
 
 yes sir ned lambert said heartily we are standing in the historic 
council chamber of saint mary s abbey where silken thomas proclaimed 
himself a rebel in this is the most historic spot in all dublin 
o madden burke is going to write something about it one of these days 
the old bank of ireland was over the way till the time of the union and 
the original jews temple was here too before they built their synagogue 
over in adelaide road you were never here before jack were you 
 
 no ned 
 
 he rode down through dame walk the refined accent said if my memory 
serves me the mansion of the kildares was in thomas court 
 
 that s right ned lambert said that s quite right sir 
 
 if you will be so kind then the clergyman said the next time to 
allow me perhaps 
 
 certainly ned lambert said bring the camera whenever you like i ll 
get those bags cleared away from the windows you can take it from here 
or from here 
 
in the still faint light he moved about tapping with his lath the piled 
seedbags and points of vantage on the floor 
 
from a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard 
 
 i m deeply obliged mr lambert the clergyman said i won t trespass 
on your valuable time 
 
 you re welcome sir ned lambert said drop in whenever you like next 
week say can you see 
 
 yes yes good afternoon mr lambert very pleased to have met you 
 
 pleasure is mine sir ned lambert answered 
 
he followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among 
the pillars with j j o molloy he came forth slowly into mary s abbey 
where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal 
o connor wexford 
 
he stood to read the card in his hand 
 
 the reverend hugh c love rathcoffey present address saint 
michael s sallins nice young chap he is he s writing a book about the 
fitzgeralds he told me he s well up in history faith 
 
the young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging 
twig 
 
 i thought you were at a new gunpowder plot j j o molloy said 
 
ned lambert cracked his fingers in the air 
 
 god he cried i forgot to tell him that one about the earl of kildare 
after he set fire to cashel cathedral you know that one i m bloody 
sorry i did it says he but i declare to god i thought the archbishop 
was inside he mightn t like it though what god i ll tell him 
anyhow that was the great earl the fitzgerald mor hot members they 
were all of them the geraldines 
 
the horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness he 
slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried 
 
 woa sonny 
 
he turned to j j o molloy and asked 
 
 well jack what is it what s the trouble wait awhile hold hard 
 
with gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and after an 
instant sneezed loudly 
 
 chow he said blast you 
 
 the dust from those sacks j j o molloy said politely 
 
 no ned lambert gasped i caught a cold night before blast 
your soul night before last and there was a hell of a lot of 
draught 
 
he held his handkerchief ready for the coming 
 
 i was glasnevin this morning poor little what do you call 
him chow mother of moses 
 
 
 
tom rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his 
claret waistcoat 
 
 see he said say it s turn six in here see turn now on 
 
he slid it into the left slot for them it shot down the groove wobbled 
a while ceased ogling them six 
 
lawyers of the past haughty pleading beheld pass from the 
consolidated taxing office to nisi prius court richie goulding carrying 
the costbag of goulding collis and ward and heard rustling from the 
admiralty division of king s bench to the court of appeal an elderly 
female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a black silk skirt of 
great amplitude 
 
 see he said see now the last one i put in is over here turns over 
the impact leverage see 
 
he showed them the rising column of disks on the right 
 
 smart idea nosey flynn said snuffling so a fellow coming in late 
can see what turn is on and what turns are over 
 
 see tom rochford said 
 
he slid in a disk for himself and watched it shoot wobble ogle stop 
four turn now on 
 
 i ll see him now in the ormond lenehan said and sound him one good 
turn deserves another 
 
 do tom rochford said tell him i m boylan with impatience 
 
 goodnight m coy said abruptly when you two begin 
 
nosey flynn stooped towards the lever snuffling at it 
 
 but how does it work here tommy he asked 
 
 tooraloo lenehan said see you later 
 
he followed m coy out across the tiny square of crampton court 
 
 he s a hero he said simply 
 
 i know m coy said the drain you mean 
 
 drain lenehan said it was down a manhole 
 
they passed dan lowry s musichall where marie kendall charming 
soubrette smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile 
 
going down the path of sycamore street beside the empire musichall 
lenehan showed m coy how the whole thing was one of those manholes like 
a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it half 
choked with sewer gas down went tom rochford anyhow booky s vest and 
all with the rope round him and be damned but he got the rope round 
the poor devil and the two were hauled up 
 
 the act of a hero he said 
 
at the dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past 
them for jervis street 
 
 this way he said walking to the right i want to pop into lynam s 
to see sceptre s starting price what s the time by your gold watch and 
chain 
 
m coy peered into marcus tertius moses sombre office then at o neill s 
clock 
 
 after three he said who s riding her 
 
 o madden lenehan said and a game filly she is 
 
while he waited in temple bar m coy dodged a banana peel with gentle 
pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter fellow might damn easy 
get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark 
 
the gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal 
cavalcade 
 
 even money lenehan said returning i knocked against bantam lyons 
in there going to back a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn t an 
earthly through here 
 
they went up the steps and under merchants arch a darkbacked figure 
scanned books on the hawker s cart 
 
 there he is lenehan said 
 
 wonder what he s buying m coy said glancing behind 
 
 leopoldo or the bloom is on the rye lenehan said 
 
 he s dead nuts on sales m coy said i was with him one day and he 
bought a book from an old one in liffey street for two bob there were 
fine plates in it worth double the money the stars and the moon and 
comets with long tails astronomy it was about 
 
lenehan laughed 
 
 i ll tell you a damn good one about comets tails he said come over 
in the sun 
 
they crossed to the metal bridge and went along wellington quay by the 
riverwall 
 
master patrick aloysius dignam came out of mangan s late fehrenbach s 
carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks 
 
 there was a long spread out at glencree reformatory lenehan said 
eagerly the annual dinner you know boiled shirt affair the lord 
mayor was there val dillon it was and sir charles cameron and dan 
dawson spoke and there was music bartell d arcy sang and benjamin 
dollard 
 
 i know m coy broke in my missus sang there once 
 
 did she lenehan said 
 
a card unfurnished apartments reappeared on the windowsash of number 
eccles street 
 
he checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh 
 
 but wait till i tell you he said delahunt of camden street had the 
catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher bloom and the wife were 
there lashings of stuff we put up port wine and sherry and curacao to 
which we did ample justice fast and furious it was after liquids came 
solids cold joints galore and mince pies 
 
 i know m coy said the year the missus was there 
 
lenehan linked his arm warmly 
 
 but wait till i tell you he said we had a midnight lunch too after 
all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o clock the 
morning after the night before coming home it was a gorgeous winter s 
night on the featherbed mountain bloom and chris callinan were on one 
side of the car and i was with the wife on the other we started singing 
glees and duets lo the early beam of morning she was well primed 
with a good load of delahunt s port under her bellyband every jolt the 
bloody car gave i had her bumping up against me hell s delights she 
has a fine pair god bless her like that 
 
he held his caved hands a cubit from him frowning 
 
 i was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time 
know what i mean 
 
his hands moulded ample curves of air he shut his eyes tight in 
delight his body shrinking and blew a sweet chirp from his lips 
 
 the lad stood to attention anyhow he said with a sigh she s a gamey 
mare and no mistake bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets 
in the heavens to chris callinan and the jarvey the great bear and 
hercules and the dragon and the whole jingbang lot but by god i was 
lost so to speak in the milky way he knows them all faith at last 
she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away and what star is that 
poldy says she by god she had bloom cornered that one is it 
says chris callinan sure that s only what you might call a pinprick 
by god he wasn t far wide of the mark 
 
lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwall panting with soft laughter 
 
 i m weak he gasped 
 
m coy s white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave lenehan 
walked on again he lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead 
rapidly he glanced sideways in the sunlight at m coy 
 
 he s a cultured allroundman bloom is he said seriously he s not one 
of your common or garden you know there s a touch of the artist 
about old bloom 
 
 
 
mr bloom turned over idly pages of the awful disclosures of maria 
monk then of aristotle s masterpiece crooked botched print plates 
infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered 
cows lots of them like that at this moment all over the world all 
butting with their skulls to get out of it child born every minute 
somewhere mrs purefoy 
 
he laid both books aside and glanced at the third tales of the ghetto 
by leopold von sacher masoch 
 
 that i had he said pushing it by 
 
the shopman let two volumes fall on the counter 
 
 them are two good ones he said 
 
onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined mouth 
he bent to make a bundle of the other books hugged them against his 
unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain 
 
on o connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay 
apparel of mr denis j maginni professor of dancing c 
 
mr bloom alone looked at the titles fair tyrants by james 
lovebirch know the kind that is had it yes 
 
he opened it thought so 
 
a woman s voice behind the dingy curtain listen the man 
 
no she wouldn t like that much got her it once 
 
he read the other title sweets of sin more in her line let us see 
 
he read where his finger opened 
 
 all the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on 
wondrous gowns and costliest frillies for him for raoul 
 
yes this here try 
 
 her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands 
felt for the opulent curves inside her deshabill 
 
yes take this the end 
 
 you are late he spoke hoarsely eying her with a suspicious glare 
the beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap displaying her 
queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint an imperceptible smile played 
round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly 
 
mr bloom read again the beautiful woman 
 
warmth showered gently over him cowing his flesh flesh yielded amply 
amid rumpled clothes whites of eyes swooning up his nostrils arched 
themselves for prey melting breast ointments for him for raoul 
armpits oniony sweat fishgluey slime her heaving embonpoint 
feel press crushed sulphur dung of lions 
 
young young 
 
an elderly female no more young left the building of the courts of 
chancery king s bench exchequer and common pleas having heard in 
the lord chancellor s court the case in lunacy of potterton in the 
admiralty division the summons exparte motion of the owners of the 
lady cairns versus the owners of the barque mona in the court of appeal 
reservation of judgment in the case of harvey versus the ocean accident 
and guarantee corporation 
 
phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop bulging out the dingy 
curtains the shopman s uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven 
reddened face coughing he raked his throat rudely puked phlegm on the 
floor he put his boot on what he had spat wiping his sole along it 
and bent showing a rawskinned crown scantily haired 
 
mr bloom beheld it 
 
mastering his troubled breath he said 
 
 i ll take this one 
 
the shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum 
 
 sweets of sin he said tapping on it that s a good one 
 
 
 
the lacquey by the door of dillon s auctionrooms shook his handbell 
twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet 
 
dilly dedalus loitering by the curbstone heard the beats of the 
bell the cries of the auctioneer within four and nine those lovely 
curtains five shillings cosy curtains selling new at two guineas any 
advance on five shillings going for five shillings 
 
the lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it 
 
 barang 
 
bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint 
j a jackson w e wylie a munro and h t gahan their stretched 
necks wagging negotiated the curve by the college library 
 
mr dedalus tugging a long moustache came round from williams s row he 
halted near his daughter 
 
 it s time for you she said 
 
 stand up straight for the love of the lord jesus mr dedalus said 
are you trying to imitate your uncle john the cornetplayer head upon 
shoulder melancholy god 
 
dilly shrugged her shoulders mr dedalus placed his hands on them and 
held them back 
 
 stand up straight girl he said you ll get curvature of the spine 
do you know what you look like 
 
he let his head sink suddenly down and forward hunching his shoulders 
and dropping his underjaw 
 
 give it up father dilly said all the people are looking at you 
 
mr dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache 
 
 did you get any money dilly asked 
 
 where would i get money mr dedalus said there is no one in dublin 
would lend me fourpence 
 
 you got some dilly said looking in his eyes 
 
 how do you know that mr dedalus asked his tongue in his cheek 
 
mr kernan pleased with the order he had booked walked boldly along 
james s street 
 
 i know you did dilly answered were you in the scotch house now 
 
 i was not then mr dedalus said smiling was it the little nuns 
taught you to be so saucy here 
 
he handed her a shilling 
 
 see if you can do anything with that he said 
 
 i suppose you got five dilly said give me more than that 
 
 wait awhile mr dedalus said threateningly you re like the rest of 
them are you an insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother 
died but wait awhile you ll all get a short shrift and a long day from 
me low blackguardism i m going to get rid of you wouldn t care if i 
was stretched out stiff he s dead the man upstairs is dead 
 
he left her and walked on dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat 
 
 well what is it he said stopping 
 
the lacquey rang his bell behind their backs 
 
 barang 
 
 curse your bloody blatant soul mr dedalus cried turning on him 
 
the lacquey aware of comment shook the lolling clapper of his bell but 
feebly 
 
 bang 
 
mr dedalus stared at him 
 
 watch him he said it s instructive i wonder will he allow us to 
talk 
 
 you got more than that father dilly said 
 
 i m going to show you a little trick mr dedalus said i ll leave 
you all where jesus left the jews look there s all i have i got 
two shillings from jack power and i spent twopence for a shave for the 
funeral 
 
he drew forth a handful of copper coins nervously 
 
 can t you look for some money somewhere dilly said 
 
mr dedalus thought and nodded 
 
 i will he said gravely i looked all along the gutter in o connell 
street i ll try this one now 
 
 you re very funny dilly said grinning 
 
 here mr dedalus said handing her two pennies get a glass of milk 
for yourself and a bun or a something i ll be home shortly 
 
he put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on 
 
the viceregal cavalcade passed greeted by obsequious policemen out of 
parkgate 
 
 i m sure you have another shilling dilly said 
 
the lacquey banged loudly 
 
mr dedalus amid the din walked off murmuring to himself with a pursing 
mincing mouth gently 
 
 the little nuns nice little things o sure they wouldn t do 
anything o sure they wouldn t really is it little sister monica 
 
 
 
from the sundial towards james s gate walked mr kernan pleased with the 
order he had booked for pulbrook robertson boldly along james s street 
past shackleton s offices got round him all right how do you do mr 
crimmins first rate sir i was afraid you might be up in your other 
establishment in pimlico how are things going just keeping alive 
lovely weather we re having yes indeed good for the country those 
farmers are always grumbling i ll just take a thimbleful of your best 
gin mr crimmins a small gin sir yes sir terrible affair that 
general slocum explosion terrible terrible a thousand casualties and 
heartrending scenes men trampling down women and children most brutal 
thing what do they say was the cause spontaneous combustion most 
scandalous revelation not a single lifeboat would float and the 
firehose all burst what i can t understand is how the inspectors ever 
allowed a boat like that now you re talking straight mr crimmins 
you know why palm oil is that a fact without a doubt well now look 
at that and america they say is the land of the free i thought we were 
bad here 
 
i smiled at him america i said quietly just like that what is 
it the sweepings of every country including our own isn t that true 
that s a fact 
 
graft my dear sir well of course where there s money going there s 
always someone to pick it up 
 
saw him looking at my frockcoat dress does it nothing like a dressy 
appearance bowls them over 
 
 hello simon father cowley said how are things 
 
 hello bob old man mr dedalus answered stopping 
 
mr kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of peter 
kennedy hairdresser stylish coat beyond a doubt scott of dawson 
street well worth the half sovereign i gave neary for it never built 
under three guineas fits me down to the ground some kildare street 
club toff had it probably john mulligan the manager of the hibernian 
bank gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on carlisle bridge as if he 
remembered me 
 
aham must dress the character for those fellows knight of the road 
gentleman and now mr crimmins may we have the honour of your custom 
again sir the cup that cheers but not inebriates as the old saying 
has it 
 
north wall and sir john rogerson s quay with hulls and anchorchains 
sailing westward sailed by a skiff a crumpled throwaway rocked on the 
ferrywash elijah is coming 
 
mr kernan glanced in farewell at his image high colour of course 
grizzled moustache returned indian officer bravely he bore his stumpy 
body forward on spatted feet squaring his shoulders is that ned 
lambert s brother over the way sam what yes he s as like it as damn 
it no the windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there just a flash 
like that damn like him 
 
aham hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath good 
drop of gin that was his frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his 
fat strut 
 
down there emmet was hanged drawn and quartered greasy black rope 
dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant s wife 
drove by in her noddy 
 
bad times those were well well over and done with great topers too 
fourbottle men 
 
let me see is he buried in saint michan s or no there was a midnight 
burial in glasnevin corpse brought in through a secret door in the 
wall dignam is there now went out in a puff well well better turn 
down here make a detour 
 
mr kernan turned and walked down the slope of watling street by 
the corner of guinness s visitors waitingroom outside the dublin 
distillers company s stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood 
the reins knotted to the wheel damn dangerous thing some tipperary 
bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens runaway horse 
 
denis breen with his tomes weary of having waited an hour in john 
henry menton s office led his wife over o connell bridge bound for the 
office of messrs collis and ward 
 
mr kernan approached island street 
 
times of the troubles must ask ned lambert to lend me those 
reminiscences of sir jonah barrington when you look back on it all 
now in a kind of retrospective arrangement gaming at daly s no 
cardsharping then one of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table 
by a dagger somewhere here lord edward fitzgerald escaped from major 
sirr stables behind moira house 
 
damn good gin that was 
 
fine dashing young nobleman good stock of course that ruffian that 
sham squire with his violet gloves gave him away course they were 
on the wrong side they rose in dark and evil days fine poem that 
is ingram they were gentlemen ben dollard does sing that ballad 
touchingly masterly rendition 
 
 at the siege of ross did my father fall 
 
a cavalcade in easy trot along pembroke quay passed outriders leaping 
leaping in their in their saddles frockcoats cream sunshades 
 
mr kernan hurried forward blowing pursily 
 
his excellency too bad just missed that by a hair damn it what a 
pity 
 
 
 
stephen dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary s fingers 
prove a timedulled chain dust webbed the window and the showtrays dust 
darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails dust slept 
on dull coils of bronze and silver lozenges of cinnabar on rubies 
leprous and winedark stones 
 
born all in the dark wormy earth cold specks of fire evil lights 
shining in the darkness where fallen archangels flung the stars of 
their brows muddy swinesnouts hands root and root gripe and wrest 
them 
 
she dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic a sailorman 
rustbearded sips from a beaker rum and eyes her a long and seafed 
silent rut she dances capers wagging her sowish haunches and her 
hips on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg 
 
old russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem turned it 
and held it at the point of his moses beard grandfather ape gloating 
on a stolen hoard 
 
and you who wrest old images from the burial earth the brainsick words 
of sophists antisthenes a lore of drugs orient and immortal wheat 
standing from everlasting to everlasting 
 
two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through 
irishtown along london bridge road one with a sanded tired umbrella 
one with a midwife s bag in which eleven cockles rolled 
 
the whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the 
powerhouse urged stephen to be on beingless beings stop throb always 
without you and the throb always within your heart you sing of i 
between them where between two roaring worlds where they swirl i 
shatter them one and both but stun myself too in the blow shatter me 
you who can bawd and butcher were the words i say not yet awhile a 
look around 
 
yes quite true very large and wonderful and keeps famous time you say 
right sir a monday morning twas so indeed 
 
stephen went down bedford row the handle of the ash clacking against 
his shoulderblade in clohissey s window a faded print of heenan 
boxing sayers held his eye staring backers with square hats stood 
round the roped prizering the heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed 
gently each to other his bulbous fists and they are throbbing heroes 
hearts 
 
he turned and halted by the slanted bookcart 
 
 twopence each the huckster said four for sixpence 
 
tattered pages the irish beekeeper life and miracles of the cur of 
ars pocket guide to killarney 
 
i might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes stephano dedalo 
alumno optimo palmam ferenti 
 
father conmee having read his little hours walked through the hamlet 
of donnycarney murmuring vespers 
 
binding too good probably what is this eighth and ninth book of moses 
secret of all secrets seal of king david thumbed pages read and read 
who has passed here before me how to soften chapped hands recipe for 
white wine vinegar how to win a woman s love for me this say the 
following talisman three times with hands folded 
 
 se el yilo nebrakada femininum amor me solo sanktus amen 
 
who wrote this charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot peter 
salanka to all true believers divulged as good as any other abbot s 
charms as mumbling joachim s down baldynoddle or we ll wool your 
wool 
 
 what are you doing here stephen 
 
dilly s high shoulders and shabby dress 
 
shut the book quick don t let see 
 
 what are you doing stephen said 
 
a stuart face of nonesuch charles lank locks falling at its sides it 
glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots i told her 
of paris late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats fingering a 
pinchbeck bracelet dan kelly s token nebrakada femininum 
 
 what have you there stephen asked 
 
 i bought it from the other cart for a penny dilly said laughing 
nervously is it any good 
 
my eyes they say she has do others see me so quick far and daring 
shadow of my mind 
 
he took the coverless book from her hand chardenal s french primer 
 
 what did you buy that for he asked to learn french 
 
she nodded reddening and closing tight her lips 
 
show no surprise quite natural 
 
 here stephen said it s all right mind maggy doesn t pawn it on you 
i suppose all my books are gone 
 
 some dilly said we had to 
 
she is drowning agenbite save her agenbite all against us she will 
drown me with her eyes and hair lank coils of seaweed hair around me 
my heart my soul salt green death 
 
we 
 
agenbite of inwit inwit s agenbite 
 
misery misery 
 
 
 
 hello simon father cowley said how are things 
 
 hello bob old man mr dedalus answered stopping 
 
they clasped hands loudly outside reddy and daughter s father cowley 
brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand 
 
 what s the best news mr dedalus said 
 
 why then not much father cowley said i m barricaded up simon with 
two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance 
 
 jolly mr dedalus said who is it 
 
 o father cowley said a certain gombeen man of our acquaintance 
 
 with a broken back is it mr dedalus asked 
 
 the same simon father cowley answered reuben of that ilk i m just 
waiting for ben dollard he s going to say a word to long john to get 
him to take those two men off all i want is a little time 
 
he looked with vague hope up and down the quay a big apple bulging in 
his neck 
 
 i know mr dedalus said nodding poor old bockedy ben he s always 
doing a good turn for someone hold hard 
 
he put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant 
 
 there he is by god he said arse and pockets 
 
ben dollard s loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops 
crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge he came towards 
them at an amble scratching actively behind his coattails 
 
as he came near mr dedalus greeted 
 
 hold that fellow with the bad trousers 
 
 hold him now ben dollard said 
 
mr dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of ben 
dollard s figure then turning to father cowley with a nod he muttered 
sneeringly 
 
 that s a pretty garment isn t it for a summer s day 
 
 why god eternally curse your soul ben dollard growled furiously i 
threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw 
 
he stood beside them beaming on them first and on his roomy clothes 
from points of which mr dedalus flicked fluff saying 
 
 they were made for a man in his health ben anyhow 
 
 bad luck to the jewman that made them ben dollard said thanks be to 
god he s not paid yet 
 
 and how is that basso profondo benjamin father cowley asked 
 
cashel boyle o connor fitzmaurice tisdall farrell murmuring 
glassyeyed strode past the kildare street club 
 
ben dollard frowned and making suddenly a chanter s mouth gave forth a 
deep note 
 
 aw he said 
 
 that s the style mr dedalus said nodding to its drone 
 
 what about that ben dollard said not too dusty what 
 
he turned to both 
 
 that ll do father cowley said nodding also 
 
the reverend hugh c love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint 
mary s abbey past james and charles kennedy s rectifiers attended by 
geraldines tall and personable towards the tholsel beyond the ford of 
hurdles 
 
ben dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward 
his joyful fingers in the air 
 
 come along with me to the subsheriff s office he said i want to 
show you the new beauty rock has for a bailiff he s a cross between 
lobengula and lynchehaun he s well worth seeing mind you come along 
i saw john henry menton casually in the bodega just now and it will cost 
me a fall if i don t wait awhile we re on the right lay bob 
believe you me 
 
 for a few days tell him father cowley said anxiously 
 
ben dollard halted and stared his loud orifice open a dangling button 
of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the 
heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright 
 
 what few days he boomed hasn t your landlord distrained for rent 
 
 he has father cowley said 
 
 then our friend s writ is not worth the paper it s printed on ben 
dollard said the landlord has the prior claim i gave him all the 
particulars windsor avenue love is the name 
 
 that s right father cowley said the reverend mr love he s a 
minister in the country somewhere but are you sure of that 
 
 you can tell barabbas from me ben dollard said that he can put that 
writ where jacko put the nuts 
 
he led father cowley boldly forward linked to his bulk 
 
 filberts i believe they were mr dedalus said as he dropped his 
glasses on his coatfront following them 
 
 
 
 the youngster will be all right martin cunningham said as they 
passed out of the castleyard gate 
 
the policeman touched his forehead 
 
 god bless you martin cunningham said cheerily 
 
he signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on 
towards lord edward street 
 
bronze by gold miss kennedy s head by miss douce s head appeared above 
the crossblind of the ormond hotel 
 
 yes martin cunningham said fingering his beard i wrote to father 
conmee and laid the whole case before him 
 
 you could try our friend mr power suggested backward 
 
 boyd martin cunningham said shortly touch me not 
 
john wyse nolan lagging behind reading the list came after them 
quickly down cork hill 
 
on the steps of the city hall councillor nannetti descending hailed 
alderman cowley and councillor abraham lyon ascending 
 
the castle car wheeled empty into upper exchange street 
 
 look here martin john wyse nolan said overtaking them at the mail 
office i see bloom put his name down for five shillings 
 
 quite right martin cunningham said taking the list and put down the 
five shillings too 
 
 without a second word either mr power said 
 
 strange but true martin cunningham added 
 
john wyse nolan opened wide eyes 
 
 i ll say there is much kindness in the jew he quoted elegantly 
 
they went down parliament street 
 
 there s jimmy henry mr power said just heading for kavanagh s 
 
 righto martin cunningham said here goes 
 
outside la maison claire blazes boylan waylaid jack mooney s 
brother in law humpy tight making for the liberties 
 
john wyse nolan fell back with mr power while martin cunningham took 
the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit who walked 
uncertainly with hasty steps past micky anderson s watches 
 
 the assistant town clerk s corns are giving him some trouble john 
wyse nolan told mr power 
 
they followed round the corner towards james kavanagh s winerooms the 
empty castle car fronted them at rest in essex gate martin cunningham 
speaking always showed often the list at which jimmy henry did not 
glance 
 
 and long john fanning is here too john wyse nolan said as large as 
life 
 
the tall form of long john fanning filled the doorway where he stood 
 
 good day mr subsheriff martin cunningham said as all halted and 
greeted 
 
long john fanning made no way for them he removed his large henry clay 
decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all 
their faces 
 
 are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations he 
said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk 
 
hell open to christians they were having jimmy henry said pettishly 
about their damned irish language where was the marshal he wanted 
to know to keep order in the council chamber and old barlow the 
macebearer laid up with asthma no mace on the table nothing in order 
no quorum even and hutchinson the lord mayor in llandudno and little 
lorcan sherlock doing locum tenens for him damned irish language 
language of our forefathers 
 
long john fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips 
 
martin cunningham spoke by turns twirling the peak of his beard to the 
assistant town clerk and the subsheriff while john wyse nolan held his 
peace 
 
 what dignam was that long john fanning asked 
 
jimmy henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot 
 
 o my corns he said plaintively come upstairs for goodness sake 
till i sit down somewhere uff ooo mind 
 
testily he made room for himself beside long john fanning s flank and 
passed in and up the stairs 
 
 come on up martin cunningham said to the subsheriff i don t think 
you knew him or perhaps you did though 
 
with john wyse nolan mr power followed them in 
 
 decent little soul he was mr power said to the stalwart back of long 
john fanning ascending towards long john fanning in the mirror 
 
 rather lowsized dignam of menton s office that was martin cunningham 
said 
 
long john fanning could not remember him 
 
clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air 
 
 what s that martin cunningham said 
 
all turned where they stood john wyse nolan came down again from the 
cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass parliament street 
harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering gaily they went past 
before his cool unfriendly eyes not quickly in saddles of the leaders 
leaping leaders rode outriders 
 
 what was it martin cunningham asked as they went on up the 
staircase 
 
 the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of ireland john wyse 
nolan answered from the stairfoot 
 
 
 
as they trod across the thick carpet buck mulligan whispered behind his 
panama to haines 
 
 parnell s brother there in the corner 
 
they chose a small table near the window opposite a longfaced man whose 
beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard 
 
 is that he haines asked twisting round in his seat 
 
 yes mulligan said that s john howard his brother our city marshal 
 
john howard parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey claw 
went up again to his forehead whereat it rested an instant after under 
its screen his eyes looked quickly ghostbright at his foe and fell 
once more upon a working corner 
 
 i ll take a m lange haines said to the waitress 
 
 two m langes buck mulligan said and bring us some scones and 
butter and some cakes as well 
 
when she had gone he said laughing 
 
 we call it d b c because they have damn bad cakes o but you missed 
dedalus on hamlet 
 
haines opened his newbought book 
 
 i m sorry he said shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all 
minds that have lost their balance 
 
the onelegged sailor growled at the area of nelson street 
 
 england expects 
 
buck mulligan s primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter 
 
 you should see him he said when his body loses its balance 
wandering aengus i call him 
 
 i am sure he has an id e fixe haines said pinching his chin 
thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger now i am speculating what it 
would be likely to be such persons always have 
 
buck mulligan bent across the table gravely 
 
 they drove his wits astray he said by visions of hell he will never 
capture the attic note the note of swinburne of all poets the white 
death and the ruddy birth that is his tragedy he can never be a poet 
the joy of creation 
 
 eternal punishment haines said nodding curtly i see i tackled him 
this morning on belief there was something on his mind i saw 
it s rather interesting because professor pokorny of vienna makes an 
interesting point out of that 
 
buck mulligan s watchful eyes saw the waitress come he helped her to 
unload her tray 
 
 he can find no trace of hell in ancient irish myth haines said amid 
the cheerful cups the moral idea seems lacking the sense of destiny 
of retribution rather strange he should have just that fixed idea does 
he write anything for your movement 
 
he sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream 
buck mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over its 
smoking pith he bit off a soft piece hungrily 
 
 ten years he said chewing and laughing he is going to write 
something in ten years 
 
 seems a long way off haines said thoughtfully lifting his spoon 
still i shouldn t wonder if he did after all 
 
he tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup 
 
 this is real irish cream i take it he said with forbearance i don t 
want to be imposed on 
 
elijah skiff light crumpled throwaway sailed eastward by flanks of 
ships and trawlers amid an archipelago of corks beyond new wapping 
street past benson s ferry and by the threemasted schooner rosevean 
from bridgwater with bricks 
 
 
 
almidano artifoni walked past holles street past sewell s yard 
behind him cashel boyle o connor fitzmaurice tisdall farrell with 
stickumbrelladustcoat dangling shunned the lamp before mr law smith s 
house and crossing walked along merrion square distantly behind him a 
blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of college park 
 
cashel boyle o connor fitzmaurice tisdall farrell walked as far as 
mr lewis werner s cheerful windows then turned and strode back along 
merrion square his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling 
 
at the corner of wilde s house he halted frowned at elijah s name 
announced on the metropolitan hall frowned at the distant pleasance of 
duke s lawn his eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun with ratsteeth 
bared he muttered 
 
 coactus volui 
 
he strode on for clare street grinding his fierce word 
 
as he strode past mr bloom s dental windows the sway of his dustcoat 
brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards 
having buffeted a thewless body the blind stripling turned his sickly 
face after the striding form 
 
 god s curse on you he said sourly whoever you are you re blinder 
nor i am you bitch s bastard 
 
 
 
opposite ruggy o donohoe s master patrick aloysius dignam pawing the 
pound and a half of mangan s late fehrenbach s porksteaks he had been 
sent for went along warm wicklow street dawdling it was too blooming 
dull sitting in the parlour with mrs stoer and mrs quigley and mrs 
macdowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping 
sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle barney brought from tunney s 
and they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake jawing the whole 
blooming time and sighing 
 
after wicklow lane the window of madame doyle courtdress milliner 
stopped him he stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their 
pelts and putting up their props from the sidemirrors two mourning 
masters dignam gaped silently myler keogh dublin s pet lamb will 
meet sergeantmajor bennett the portobello bruiser for a purse of fifty 
sovereigns gob that d be a good pucking match to see myler keogh 
that s the chap sparring out to him with the green sash two bar 
entrance soldiers half price i could easy do a bunk on ma master 
dignam on his left turned as he turned that s me in mourning when 
is it may the twentysecond sure the blooming thing is all over he 
turned to the right and on his right master dignam turned his cap awry 
his collar sticking up buttoning it down his chin lifted he saw the 
image of marie kendall charming soubrette beside the two puckers one 
of them mots that do be in the packets of fags stoer smokes that his old 
fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out 
 
master dignam got his collar down and dawdled on the best pucker going 
for strength was fitzsimons one puck in the wind from that fellow would 
knock you into the middle of next week man but the best pucker for 
science was jem corbet before fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of 
him dodging and all 
 
in grafton street master dignam saw a red flower in a toff s mouth and 
a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was 
telling him and grinning all the time 
 
no sandymount tram 
 
master dignam walked along nassau street shifted the porksteaks to 
his other hand his collar sprang up again and he tugged it down the 
blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt blooming 
end to it he met schoolboys with satchels i m not going tomorrow 
either stay away till monday he met other schoolboys do they notice 
i m in mourning uncle barney said he d get it into the paper tonight 
then they ll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa s 
name 
 
his face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a 
fly walking over it up to his eye the scrunch that was when they 
were screwing the screws into the coffin and the bumps when they were 
bringing it downstairs 
 
pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle barney telling 
the men how to get it round the bend a big coffin it was and high and 
heavylooking how was that the last night pa was boosed he was standing 
on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to tunney s for 
to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt never see him 
again death that is pa is dead my father is dead he told me to be 
a good son to ma i couldn t hear the other things he said but i saw 
his tongue and his teeth trying to say it better poor pa that was 
mr dignam my father i hope he s in purgatory now because he went to 
confession to father conroy on saturday night 
 
 
 
william humble earl of dudley and lady dudley accompanied by 
lieutenantcolonel heseltine drove out after luncheon from the viceregal 
lodge in the following carriage were the honourable mrs paget miss de 
courcy and the honourable gerald ward a d c in attendance 
 
the cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of phoenix park saluted by 
obsequious policemen and proceeded past kingsbridge along the northern 
quays the viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through the 
metropolis at bloody bridge mr thomas kernan beyond the river greeted 
him vainly from afar between queen s and whitworth bridges lord dudley s 
viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by mr dudley white b 
l m a who stood on arran quay outside mrs m e white s the 
pawnbroker s at the corner of arran street west stroking his nose with 
his forefinger undecided whether he should arrive at phibsborough 
more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot 
through smithfield constitution hill and broadstone terminus in the 
porch of four courts richie goulding with the costbag of goulding 
collis and ward saw him with surprise past richmond bridge at the 
doorstep of the office of reuben j dodd solicitor agent for the 
patriotic insurance company an elderly female about to enter changed 
her plan and retracing her steps by king s windows smiled credulously 
on the representative of his majesty from its sluice in wood quay wall 
under tom devan s office poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of 
liquid sewage above the crossblind of the ormond hotel gold by bronze 
miss kennedy s head by miss douce s head watched and admired on ormond 
quay mr simon dedalus steering his way from the greenhouse for the 
subsheriff s office stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low 
his excellency graciously returned mr dedalus greeting from cahill s 
corner the reverend hugh c love m a made obeisance unperceived 
mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich 
advowsons on grattan bridge lenehan and m coy taking leave of each 
other watched the carriages go by passing by roger greene s office and 
dollard s big red printinghouse gerty macdowell carrying the catesby s 
cork lino letters for her father who was laid up knew by the style 
it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn t see what her 
excellency had on because the tram and spring s big yellow furniture van 
had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant 
beyond lundy foot s from the shaded door of kavanagh s winerooms 
john wyse nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord 
lieutenantgeneral and general governor of ireland the right honourable 
william humble earl of dudley g c v o passed micky anderson s all 
times ticking watches and henry and james s wax smartsuited freshcheeked 
models the gentleman henry dernier cri james over against dame gate 
tom rochford and nosey flynn watched the approach of the cavalcade tom 
rochford seeing the eyes of lady dudley fixed on him took his thumbs 
quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to 
her a charming soubrette great marie kendall with dauby cheeks and 
lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon william humble earl 
of dudley and upon lieutenantcolonel h g heseltine and also upon 
the honourable gerald ward a d c from the window of the d b c buck 
mulligan gaily and haines gravely gazed down on the viceregal equipage 
over the shoulders of eager guests whose mass of forms darkened the 
chessboard whereon john howard parnell looked intently in fownes s 
street dilly dedalus straining her sight upward from chardenal s first 
french primer saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the 
glare john henry menton filling the doorway of commercial buildings 
stared from winebig oyster eyes holding a fat gold hunter watch not 
looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it where the foreleg of king 
billy s horse pawed the air mrs breen plucked her hastening husband 
back from under the hoofs of the outriders she shouted in his ear the 
tidings understanding he shifted his tomes to his left breast 
and saluted the second carriage the honourable gerald ward a d c 
agreeably surprised made haste to reply at ponsonby s corner a jaded 
white flagon h halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind 
him e l y s while outriders pranced past and carriages opposite 
pigott s music warerooms mr denis j maginni professor of dancing c 
gaily apparelled gravely walked outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved 
by the provost s wall came jauntily blazes boylan stepping in tan shoes 
and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of my girl s a yorkshire 
girl 
 
blazes boylan presented to the leaders skyblue frontlets and high 
action a skyblue tie a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a 
suit of indigo serge his hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute 
but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and 
the red flower between his lips as they drove along nassau street his 
excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of 
music which was being discoursed in college park unseen brazen highland 
laddies blared and drumthumped after the cort ge 
 
 but though she s a factory lass 
 and wears no fancy clothes 
 baraabum 
 yet i ve a sort of a 
 yorkshire relish for 
 my little yorkshire rose 
 baraabum 
 
thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers m c green h 
shrift t m patey c scaife j b jeffs g n morphy f stevenson 
c adderly and w c huggard started in pursuit striding past finn s 
hotel cashel boyle o connor fitzmaurice tisdall farrell stared through a 
fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of mr m e solomons 
in the window of the austro hungarian viceconsulate deep in leinster 
street by trinity s postern a loyal king s man hornblower touched 
his tallyho cap as the glossy horses pranced by merrion square master 
patrick aloysius dignam waiting saw salutes being given to the gent 
with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased 
by porksteak paper his collar too sprang up the viceroy on his way to 
inaugurate the mirus bazaar in aid of funds for mercer s hospital 
drove with his following towards lower mount street he passed a blind 
stripling opposite broadbent s in lower mount street a pedestrian in a 
brown macintosh eating dry bread passed swiftly and unscathed across 
the viceroy s path at the royal canal bridge from his hoarding 
mr eugene stratton his blub lips agrin bade all comers welcome to 
pembroke township at haddington road corner two sanded women halted 
themselves an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view 
with wonder the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain 
on northumberland and lansdowne roads his excellency acknowledged 
punctually salutes from rare male walkers the salute of two small 
schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired 
by the late queen when visiting the irish capital with her husband the 
prince consort in and the salute of almidano artifoni s sturdy 
trousers swallowed by a closing door 
 
 
 
bronze by gold heard the hoofirons steelyringing imperthnthn thnthnthn 
 
chips picking chips off rocky thumbnail chips 
 
horrid and gold flushed more 
 
a husky fifenote blew 
 
blew blue bloom is on the 
 
goldpinnacled hair 
 
a jumping rose on satiny breast of satin rose of castile 
 
trilling trilling idolores 
 
peep who s in the peepofgold 
 
tink cried to bronze in pity 
 
and a call pure long and throbbing longindying call 
 
decoy soft word but look the bright stars fade notes chirruping 
answer 
 
o rose castile the morn is breaking 
 
jingle jingle jaunted jingling 
 
coin rang clock clacked 
 
avowal sonnez i could rebound of garter not leave thee smack la 
cloche thigh smack avowal warm sweetheart goodbye 
 
jingle bloo 
 
boomed crashing chords when love absorbs war war the tympanum 
 
a sail a veil awave upon the waves 
 
lost throstle fluted all is lost now 
 
horn hawhorn 
 
when first he saw alas 
 
full tup full throb 
 
warbling ah lure alluring 
 
martha come 
 
clapclap clipclap clappyclap 
 
goodgod henev erheard inall 
 
deaf bald pat brought pad knife took up 
 
a moonlit nightcall far far 
 
i feel so sad p s so lonely blooming 
 
listen 
 
the spiked and winding cold seahorn have you the each and for other 
plash and silent roar 
 
pearls when she liszt s rhapsodies hissss 
 
you don t 
 
did not no no believe lidlyd with a cock with a carra 
 
black deepsounding do ben do 
 
wait while you wait hee hee wait while you hee 
 
but wait 
 
low in dark middle earth embedded ore 
 
naminedamine preacher is he 
 
all gone all fallen 
 
tiny her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair 
 
amen he gnashed in fury 
 
fro to fro a baton cool protruding 
 
bronzelydia by minagold 
 
by bronze by gold in oceangreen of shadow bloom old bloom 
 
one rapped one tapped with a carra with a cock 
 
pray for him pray good people 
 
his gouty fingers nakkering 
 
big benaben big benben 
 
last rose castile of summer left bloom i feel so sad alone 
 
pwee little wind piped wee 
 
true men lid ker cow de and doll ay ay like you men will lift your 
tschink with tschunk 
 
fff oo 
 
where bronze from anear where gold from afar where hoofs 
 
rrrpr kraa kraandl 
 
then not till then my eppripfftaph be pfrwritt 
 
done 
 
begin 
 
bronze by gold miss douce s head by miss kennedy s head over the 
crossblind of the ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by ringing 
steel 
 
 is that her asked miss kennedy 
 
miss douce said yes sitting with his ex pearl grey and eau de nil 
 
 exquisite contrast miss kennedy said 
 
when all agog miss douce said eagerly 
 
 look at the fellow in the tall silk 
 
 who where gold asked more eagerly 
 
 in the second carriage miss douce s wet lips said laughing in the 
sun 
 
he s looking mind till i see 
 
she darted bronze to the backmost corner flattening her face against 
the pane in a halo of hurried breath 
 
her wet lips tittered 
 
 he s killed looking back 
 
she laughed 
 
 o wept aren t men frightful idiots 
 
with sadness 
 
miss kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light twining a loose hair 
behind an ear sauntering sadly gold no more she twisted twined a 
hair 
 
sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear 
 
 it s them has the fine times sadly then she said 
 
a man 
 
bloowho went by by moulang s pipes bearing in his breast the sweets 
of sin by wine s antiques in memory bearing sweet sinful words by 
carroll s dusky battered plate for raoul 
 
the boots to them them in the bar them barmaids came for them 
unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china and 
 
 there s your teas he said 
 
miss kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned 
lithia crate safe from eyes low 
 
 what is it loud boots unmannerly asked 
 
 find out miss douce retorted leaving her spyingpoint 
 
 your beau is it 
 
a haughty bronze replied 
 
 i ll complain to mrs de massey on you if i hear any more of your 
impertinent insolence 
 
 imperthnthn thnthnthn bootssnout sniffed rudely as he retreated as 
she threatened as he had come 
 
bloom 
 
on her flower frowning miss douce said 
 
 most aggravating that young brat is if he doesn t conduct himself 
i ll wring his ear for him a yard long 
 
ladylike in exquisite contrast 
 
 take no notice miss kennedy rejoined 
 
she poured in a teacup tea then back in the teapot tea they cowered 
under their reef of counter waiting on footstools crates upturned 
waiting for their teas to draw they pawed their blouses both of black 
satin two and nine a yard waiting for their teas to draw and two and 
seven 
 
yes bronze from anear by gold from afar heard steel from anear hoofs 
ring from afar and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel 
 
 am i awfully sunburnt 
 
miss bronze unbloused her neck 
 
 no said miss kennedy it gets brown after did you try the borax with 
the cherry laurel water 
 
miss douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror 
gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their 
midst a shell 
 
 and leave it to my hands she said 
 
 try it with the glycerine miss kennedy advised 
 
bidding her neck and hands adieu miss douce 
 
 those things only bring out a rash replied reseated i asked that 
old fogey in boyd s for something for my skin 
 
miss kennedy pouring now a fulldrawn tea grimaced and prayed 
 
 o don t remind me of him for mercy sake 
 
 but wait till i tell you miss douce entreated 
 
sweet tea miss kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears 
with little fingers 
 
 no don t she cried 
 
 i won t listen she cried 
 
but bloom 
 
miss douce grunted in snuffy fogey s tone 
 
 for your what says he 
 
miss kennedy unplugged her ears to hear to speak but said but prayed 
again 
 
 don t let me think of him or i ll expire the hideous old wretch that 
night in the antient concert rooms 
 
she sipped distastefully her brew hot tea a sip sipped sweet tea 
 
 here he was miss douce said cocking her bronze head three quarters 
ruffling her nosewings hufa hufa 
 
shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss kennedy s throat miss douce 
huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a 
snout in quest 
 
 o shrieking miss kennedy cried will you ever forget his goggle eye 
 
miss douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter shouting 
 
 and your other eye 
 
bloowhose dark eye read aaron figatner s name why do i always think 
figather gathering figs i think and prosper lore s huguenot name 
by bassi s blessed virgins bloom s dark eyes went by bluerobed white 
under come to me god they believe she is or goddess those today i 
could not see that fellow spoke a student after with dedalus son 
he might be mulligan all comely virgins that brings those rakes of 
fellows in her white 
 
by went his eyes the sweets of sin sweet are the sweets 
 
of sin 
 
in a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended douce with kennedy 
your other eye they threw young heads back bronze gigglegold to let 
freefly their laughter screaming your other signals to each other 
high piercing notes 
 
ah panting sighing sighing ah fordone their mirth died down 
 
miss kennedy lipped her cup again raised drank a sip and 
gigglegiggled miss douce bending over the teatray ruffled again her 
nose and rolled droll fattened eyes again kennygiggles stooping 
her fair pinnacles of hair stooping her tortoise napecomb showed 
spluttered out of her mouth her tea choking in tea and laughter 
coughing with choking crying 
 
 o greasy eyes imagine being married to a man like that she cried 
with his bit of beard 
 
douce gave full vent to a splendid yell a full yell of full woman 
delight joy indignation 
 
 married to the greasy nose she yelled 
 
shrill with deep laughter after gold after bronze they urged each 
each to peal after peal ringing in changes bronzegold goldbronze 
shrilldeep to laughter after laughter and then laughed more greasy i 
knows exhausted breathless their shaken heads they laid braided and 
pinnacled by glossycombed against the counterledge all flushed o 
panting sweating o all breathless 
 
married to bloom to greaseabloom 
 
 o saints above miss douce said sighed above her jumping rose i 
wished 
 
i hadn t laughed so much i feel all wet 
 
 o miss douce miss kennedy protested you horrid thing 
 
and flushed yet more you horrid more goldenly 
 
by cantwell s offices roved greaseabloom by ceppi s virgins bright of 
their oils nannetti s father hawked those things about wheedling at 
doors as i religion pays must see him for that par eat first i want 
not yet at four she said time ever passing clockhands turning on 
where eat the clarence dolphin on for raoul eat if i net five 
guineas with those ads the violet silk petticoats not yet the sweets 
of sin 
 
flushed less still less goldenly paled 
 
into their bar strolled mr dedalus chips picking chips off one of his 
rocky thumbnails chips he strolled 
 
 o welcome back miss douce 
 
he held her hand enjoyed her holidays 
 
 tiptop 
 
he hoped she had nice weather in rostrevor 
 
 gorgeous she said look at the holy show i am lying out on the 
strand all day 
 
bronze whiteness 
 
 that was exceedingly naughty of you mr dedalus told her and pressed 
her hand indulgently tempting poor simple males 
 
miss douce of satin douced her arm away 
 
 o go away she said you re very simple i don t think 
 
he was 
 
 well now i am he mused i looked so simple in the cradle they 
christened me simple simon 
 
 you must have been a doaty miss douce made answer and what did the 
doctor order today 
 
 well now he mused whatever you say yourself i think i ll trouble 
you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky 
 
jingle 
 
 with the greatest alacrity miss douce agreed 
 
with grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt cantrell and cochrane s 
she turned herself with grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from 
her crystal keg forth from the skirt of his coat mr dedalus brought 
pouch and pipe alacrity she served he blew through the flue two husky 
fifenotes 
 
 by jove he mused i often wanted to see the mourne mountains must 
be a great tonic in the air down there but a long threatening comes at 
last they say yes yes 
 
yes he fingered shreds of hair her maidenhair her mermaid s into the 
bowl chips shreds musing mute 
 
none nought said nothing yes 
 
gaily miss douce polished a tumbler trilling 
 
 o idolores queen of the eastern seas 
 
 was mr lidwell in today 
 
in came lenehan round him peered lenehan mr bloom reached essex 
bridge yes mr bloom crossed bridge of yessex to martha i must write 
buy paper daly s girl there civil bloom old bloom blue bloom is on 
the rye 
 
 he was in at lunchtime miss douce said 
 
lenehan came forward 
 
 was mr boylan looking for me 
 
he asked she answered 
 
 miss kennedy was mr boylan in while i was upstairs 
 
she asked miss voice of kennedy answered a second teacup poised her 
gaze upon a page 
 
 no he was not 
 
miss gaze of kennedy heard not seen read on lenehan round the 
sandwichbell wound his round body round 
 
 peep who s in the corner 
 
no glance of kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures to mind her 
stops to read only the black ones round o and crooked ess 
 
jingle jaunty jingle 
 
girlgold she read and did not glance take no notice she took no notice 
while he read by rote a solfa fable for her plappering flatly 
 
 ah fox met ah stork said thee fox too thee stork will you put your 
bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone 
 
he droned in vain miss douce turned to her tea aside 
 
he sighed aside 
 
 ah me o my 
 
he greeted mr dedalus and got a nod 
 
 greetings from the famous son of a famous father 
 
 who may he be mr dedalus asked 
 
lenehan opened most genial arms who 
 
 who may he be he asked can you ask stephen the youthful bard 
 
dry 
 
mr dedalus famous father laid by his dry filled pipe 
 
 i see he said i didn t recognise him for the moment i hear he is 
keeping very select company have you seen him lately 
 
he had 
 
 i quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day said lenehan in 
mooney s en ville and in mooney s sur mer he had received the rhino 
for the labour of his muse 
 
he smiled at bronze s teabathed lips at listening lips and eyes 
 
 the lite of erin hung upon his lips the ponderous pundit hugh 
 
machugh dublin s most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy 
of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the 
o madden burke 
 
after an interval mr dedalus raised his grog and 
 
 that must have been highly diverting said he i see 
 
he see he drank with faraway mourning mountain eye set down his 
glass 
 
he looked towards the saloon door 
 
 i see you have moved the piano 
 
 the tuner was in today miss douce replied tuning it for the smoking 
concert and i never heard such an exquisite player 
 
 is that a fact 
 
 didn t he miss kennedy the real classical you know and blind too 
poor fellow not twenty i m sure he was 
 
 is that a fact mr dedalus said 
 
he drank and strayed away 
 
 so sad to look at his face miss douce condoled 
 
god s curse on bitch s bastard 
 
tink to her pity cried a diner s bell to the door of the bar and 
diningroom came bald pat came bothered pat came pat waiter of ormond 
lager for diner lager without alacrity she served 
 
with patience lenehan waited for boylan with impatience for 
jinglejaunty blazes boy 
 
upholding the lid he who gazed in the coffin coffin at the oblique 
triple piano wires he pressed the same who pressed indulgently her 
hand soft pedalling a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt 
advancing to hear the muffled hammerfall in action 
 
two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when i was in 
wisdom hely s wise bloom in daly s henry flower bought are you not 
happy in your home flower to console me and a pin cuts lo means 
something language of flow was it a daisy innocence that is 
respectable girl meet after mass thanks awfully muchly wise bloom eyed 
on the door a poster a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves smoke 
mermaids coolest whiff of all hair streaming lovelorn for some man 
for raoul he eyed and saw afar on essex bridge a gay hat riding on a 
jaunting car it is again third time coincidence 
 
jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to ormond quay 
follow risk it go quick at four near now out 
 
 twopence sir the shopgirl dared to say 
 
 aha i was forgetting excuse 
 
 and four 
 
at four she winsomely she on bloohimwhom smiled bloo smi qui go 
ternoon think you re the only pebble on the beach does that to all 
 
for men 
 
in drowsy silence gold bent on her page 
 
from the saloon a call came long in dying that was a tuningfork the 
tuner had that he forgot that he now struck a call again that he now 
poised that it now throbbed you hear it throbbed pure purer softly 
and softlier its buzzing prongs longer in dying call 
 
pat paid for diner s popcorked bottle and over tumbler tray and 
popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered bald and bothered with miss 
 
douce 
 
 the bright stars fade 
 
a voiceless song sang from within singing 
 
 the morn is breaking 
 
a duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive 
hands brightly the keys all twinkling linked all harpsichording 
called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn of youth of love s 
leavetaking life s love s morn 
 
 the dewdrops pearl 
 
lenehan s lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy 
 
 but look this way he said rose of castile 
 
jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped 
 
she rose and closed her reading rose of castile fretted forlorn 
dreamily rose 
 
 did she fall or was she pushed he asked her 
 
she answered slighting 
 
 ask no questions and you ll hear no lies 
 
like lady ladylike 
 
blazes boylan s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode 
yes gold from anear by bronze from afar lenehan heard and knew and 
hailed him 
 
 see the conquering hero comes 
 
between the car and window warily walking went bloom unconquered 
hero see me he might the seat he sat on warm black wary hecat walked 
towards richie goulding s legal bag lifted aloft saluting 
 
 and i from thee 
 
 i heard you were round said blazes boylan 
 
he touched to fair miss kennedy a rim of his slanted straw she smiled 
on him but sister bronze outsmiled her preening for him her richer 
hair a bosom and a rose 
 
smart boylan bespoke potions 
 
 what s your cry glass of bitter glass of bitter please and a 
sloegin for me wire in yet 
 
not yet at four she who said four 
 
cowley s red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff s office 
 
avoid goulding a chance what is he doing in the ormond car waiting 
 
wait 
 
hello where off to something to eat i too was just in here what 
ormond best value in dublin is that so diningroom sit tight there 
see not be seen i think i ll join you come on richie led on bloom 
followed bag dinner fit for a prince 
 
miss douce reached high to take a flagon stretching her satin arm her 
bust that all but burst so high 
 
 o o jerked lenehan gasping at each stretch o 
 
but easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph 
 
 why don t you grow asked blazes boylan 
 
shebronze dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his 
lips looked as it flowed flower in his coat who gave him and 
syrupped with her voice 
 
 fine goods in small parcels 
 
that is to say she neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe 
 
 here s fortune blazes said 
 
he pitched a broad coin down coin rang 
 
 hold on said lenehan till i 
 
 fortune he wished lifting his bubbled ale 
 
 sceptre will win in a canter he said 
 
 i plunged a bit said boylan winking and drinking not on my own you 
know fancy of a friend of mine 
 
lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss douce s 
lips that all but hummed not shut the oceansong her lips had trilled 
 
idolores the eastern seas 
 
clock whirred miss kennedy passed their way flower wonder who gave 
bearing away teatray clock clacked 
 
miss douce took boylan s coin struck boldly the cashregister it 
clanged clock clacked fair one of egypt teased and sorted in the till 
and hummed and handed coins in change look to the west a clack for 
me 
 
 what time is that asked blazes boylan four 
 
o clock 
 
lenehan small eyes ahunger on her humming bust ahumming tugged blazes 
boylan s elbowsleeve 
 
 let s hear the time he said 
 
the bag of goulding collis ward led bloom by ryebloom flowered tables 
aimless he chose with agitated aim bald pat attending a table near 
the door be near at four has he forgotten perhaps a trick not come 
whet appetite i couldn t do wait wait pat waiter waited 
 
sparkling bronze azure eyed blazure s skyblue bow and eyes 
 
 go on pressed lenehan there s no one he never heard 
 
 to flora s lips did hie 
 
high a high note pealed in the treble clear 
 
bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought 
 
blazes boylan s flower and eyes 
 
 please please 
 
he pleaded over returning phrases of avowal 
 
 i could not leave thee 
 
 afterwits miss douce promised coyly 
 
 no now urged lenehan sonnezlacloche o do there s no one 
 
she looked quick miss kenn out of earshot sudden bent two kindling 
faces watched her bend 
 
quavering the chords strayed from the air found it again lost chord 
and lost and found it faltering 
 
 go on do sonnez 
 
bending she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee delayed taunted 
them still bending suspending with wilful eyes 
 
 sonnez 
 
smack she set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter 
smackwarm against her smackable a woman s warmhosed thigh 
 
 la cloche cried gleeful lenehan trained by owner no sawdust 
there 
 
she smilesmirked supercilious wept aren t men but lightward 
gliding mild she smiled on boylan 
 
 you re the essence of vulgarity she in gliding said 
 
boylan eyed eyed tossed to fat lips his chalice drank off his 
chalice tiny sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops his spellbound 
eyes went after after her gliding head as it went down the bar by 
mirrors gilded arch for ginger ale hock and claret glasses shimmering 
a spiky shell where it concerted mirrored bronze with sunnier bronze 
 
yes bronze from anearby 
 
 sweetheart goodbye 
 
 i m off said boylan with impatience 
 
he slid his chalice brisk away grasped his change 
 
 wait a shake begged lenehan drinking quickly i wanted to tell you 
 
tom rochford 
 
 come on to blazes said blazes boylan going 
 
lenehan gulped to go 
 
 got the horn or what he said wait i m coming 
 
he followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the 
threshold saluting forms a bulky with a slender 
 
 how do you do mr dollard 
 
 eh how do how do ben dollard s vague bass answered turning an 
instant from father cowley s woe he won t give you any trouble bob 
alf bergan will speak to the long fellow we ll put a barleystraw in 
that judas iscariot s ear this time 
 
sighing mr dedalus came through the saloon a finger soothing an eyelid 
 
 hoho we will ben dollard yodled jollily come on simon give us a 
ditty we heard the piano 
 
bald pat bothered waiter waited for drink orders power for richie 
and bloom let me see not make him walk twice his corns four now how 
warm this black is course nerves a bit refracts is it heat let me 
see cider yes bottle of cider 
 
 what s that mr dedalus said i was only vamping man 
 
 come on come on ben dollard called begone dull care come bob 
 
he ambled dollard bulky slops before them hold that fellow with the 
hold him now into the saloon he plumped him dollard on the stool his 
gouty paws plumped chords plumped stopped abrupt 
 
bald pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning bothered he wanted 
power and cider bronze by the window watched bronze from afar 
 
jingle a tinkle jaunted 
 
bloom heard a jing a little sound he s off light sob of breath bloom 
sighed on the silent bluehued flowers jingling he s gone jingle 
hear 
 
 love and war ben mr dedalus said god be with old times 
 
miss douce s brave eyes unregarded turned from the crossblind smitten 
by sunlight gone pensive who knows smitten the smiting light 
she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord she drew down pensive 
 why did he go so quick when i about her bronze over the bar where 
bald stood by sister gold inexquisite contrast contrast inexquisite 
nonexquisite slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow eau de 
nil 
 
 poor old goodwin was the pianist that night father cowley reminded 
them there was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the 
collard grand 
 
there was 
 
 a symposium all his own mr dedalus said the devil wouldn t stop him 
he was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink 
 
 god do you remember ben bulky dollard said turning from the 
punished keyboard and by japers i had no wedding garment 
 
they laughed all three he had no wed all trio laughed no wedding 
garment 
 
 our friend bloom turned in handy that night mr dedalus said where s 
my pipe by the way 
 
he wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe bald pat carried two 
diners drinks richie and poldy and father cowley laughed again 
 
 i saved the situation ben i think 
 
 you did averred ben dollard i remember those tight trousers too 
that was a brilliant idea bob 
 
father cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes he saved the situa 
tight trou brilliant ide 
 
 i knew he was on the rocks he said the wife was playing the piano in 
the coffee palace on saturdays for a very trifling consideration and 
who was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business do you 
remember we had to search all holles street to find them till the 
chap in keogh s gave us the number remember ben remembered his broad 
visage wondering 
 
 by god she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there 
 
mr dedalus wandered back pipe in hand 
 
 merrion square style balldresses by god and court dresses he 
wouldn t take any money either what any god s quantity of cocked hats 
and boleros and trunkhose what 
 
 ay ay mr dedalus nodded mrs marion bloom has left off clothes of 
all descriptions 
 
jingle jaunted down the quays blazes sprawled on bounding tyres 
 
liver and bacon steak and kidney pie right sir right pat 
 
mrs marion met him pike hoses smell of burn of paul de kock nice 
name he 
 
 what s this her name was a buxom lassy marion 
 
 tweedy 
 
 yes is she alive 
 
 and kicking 
 
 she was a daughter of 
 
 daughter of the regiment 
 
 yes begad i remember the old drummajor 
 
mr dedalus struck whizzed lit puffed savoury puff after 
 
 irish i don t know faith is she simon 
 
puff after stiff a puff strong savoury crackling 
 
 buccinator muscle is what bit rusty o she is my 
irish molly o 
 
he puffed a pungent plumy blast 
 
 from the rock of gibraltar all the way 
 
they pined in depth of ocean shadow gold by the beerpull bronze 
by maraschino thoughtful all two mina kennedy lismore terrace 
drumcondra with idolores a queen dolores silent 
 
pat served uncovered dishes leopold cut liverslices as said before he 
ate with relish the inner organs nutty gizzards fried cods roes while 
richie goulding collis ward ate steak and kidney steak then kidney 
bite by bite of pie he ate bloom ate they ate 
 
bloom with goulding married in silence ate dinners fit for princes 
 
by bachelor s walk jogjaunty jingled blazes boylan bachelor in sun in 
heat mare s glossy rump atrot with flick of whip on bounding tyres 
sprawled warmseated boylan impatience ardentbold horn have you the 
horn have you the haw haw horn 
 
over their voices dollard bassooned attack booming over bombarding 
chords 
 
 when love absorbs my ardent soul 
 
roll of bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes 
 
 war war cried father cowley you re the warrior 
 
 so i am ben warrior laughed i was thinking of your landlord love or 
money 
 
he stopped he wagged huge beard huge face over his blunder huge 
 
 sure you d burst the tympanum of her ear man mr dedalus said 
through smoke aroma with an organ like yours 
 
in bearded abundant laughter dollard shook upon the keyboard he would 
 
 not to mention another membrane father cowley added half time ben 
 amoroso ma non troppo let me there 
 
miss kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout she 
passed a remark it was indeed first gentleman said beautiful weather 
they drank cool stout did she know where the lord lieutenant was going 
and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring no she couldn t say but it would 
be in the paper o she need not trouble no trouble she waved about 
her outspread independent searching the lord lieutenant her 
pinnacles of hair slowmoving lord lieuten too much trouble 
first gentleman said o not in the least way he looked that lord 
lieutenant gold by bronze heard iron steel 
 
 my ardent soul 
 i care not foror the morrow 
 
in liver gravy bloom mashed mashed potatoes love and war someone is 
ben dollard s famous night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit 
for that concert trousers tight as a drum on him musical porkers 
molly did laugh when he went out threw herself back across the bed 
screaming kicking with all his belongings on show o saints above 
i m drenched o the women in the front row o i never laughed so many 
well of course that s what gives him the base barreltone for instance 
eunuchs wonder who s playing nice touch must be cowley musical 
knows whatever note you play bad breath he has poor chap stopped 
 
miss douce engaging lydia douce bowed to suave solicitor george 
lidwell gentleman entering good afternoon she gave her moist a 
lady s hand to his firm clasp afternoon yes she was back to the old 
dingdong again 
 
 your friends are inside mr lidwell 
 
george lidwell suave solicited held a lydiahand 
 
bloom ate liv as said before clean here at least that chap in the 
burton gummy with gristle no one here goulding and i clean tables 
flowers mitres of napkins pat to and fro bald pat nothing to do 
best value in dub 
 
piano again cowley it is way he sits in to it like one together 
mutual understanding tiresome shapers scraping fiddles eye on the 
bowend sawing the cello remind you of toothache her high long snore 
night we were in the box trombone under blowing like a grampus between 
the acts other brass chap unscrewing emptying spittle conductor s 
legs too bagstrousers jiggedy jiggedy do right to hide them 
 
jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty 
 
only the harp lovely gold glowering light girl touched it poop of a 
lovely gravy s rather good fit for a golden ship erin the harp that 
once or twice cool hands ben howth the rhododendrons we are their 
harps i he old young 
 
 ah i couldn t man mr dedalus said shy listless 
 
strongly 
 
 go on blast you ben dollard growled get it out in bits 
 
 m appari simon father cowley said 
 
down stage he strode some paces grave tall in affliction his long 
arms outheld hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly softly he 
sang to a dusty seascape there a last farewell a headland a ship a 
sail upon the billows farewell a lovely girl her veil awave upon the 
wind upon the headland wind around her 
 
cowley sang 
 
 m appari tutt amor 
 il mio sguardo l incontr 
 
she waved unhearing cowley her veil to one departing dear one to 
wind love speeding sail return 
 
 go on simon 
 
 ah sure my dancing days are done ben well 
 
mr dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and sitting 
touched the obedient keys 
 
 no simon father cowley turned play it in the original one flat 
 
the keys obedient rose higher told faltered confessed confused 
 
up stage strode father cowley 
 
 here simon i ll accompany you he said get up 
 
by graham lemon s pineapple rock by elvery s elephant jingly jogged 
steak kidney liver mashed at meat fit for princes sat princes bloom 
and goulding princes at meat they raised and drank power and cider 
 
most beautiful tenor air ever written richie said sonnambula he 
heard joe maas sing that one night ah what m guckin yes in his way 
choirboy style maas was the boy massboy a lyrical tenor if you like 
never forget it never 
 
tenderly bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain 
backache he bright s bright eye next item on the programme paying the 
piper pills pounded bread worth a guinea a box stave it off awhile 
sings too down among the dead men appropriate kidney pie sweets to 
the not making much hand of it best value in characteristic of him 
power particular about his drink flaw in the glass fresh vartry 
water fecking matches from counters to save then squander a sovereign 
in dribs and drabs and when he s wanted not a farthing screwed 
refusing to pay his fare curious types 
 
never would richie forget that night as long as he lived never in the 
gods of the old royal with little peake and when the first note 
 
speech paused on richie s lips 
 
coming out with a whopper now rhapsodies about damn all 
 
believes his own lies does really wonderful liar but want a good 
memory 
 
 which air is that asked leopold bloom 
 
 all is lost now 
 
richie cocked his lips apout a low incipient note sweet banshee 
murmured all a thrush a throstle his breath birdsweet good teeth 
he s proud of fluted with plaintive woe is lost rich sound two 
notes in one there blackbird i heard in the hawthorn valley taking my 
motives he twined and turned them all most too new call is lost in all 
echo how sweet the answer how is that done all lost now mournful he 
whistled fall surrender lost 
 
bloom bent leopold ear turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase 
order yes i remember lovely air in sleep she went to him innocence 
in the moon brave don t know their danger still hold her back call 
name touch water jingle jaunty too late she longed to go that s 
why woman as easy stop the sea yes all is lost 
 
 a beautiful air said bloom lost leopold i know it well 
 
never in all his life had richie goulding 
 
he knows it well too or he feels still harping on his daughter wise 
child that knows her father dedalus said me 
 
bloom askance over liverless saw face of the all is lost rollicking 
richie once jokes old stale now wagging his ear napkinring in his 
eye now begging letters he sends his son with crosseyed walter sir i 
did sir wouldn t trouble only i was expecting some money apologise 
 
piano again sounds better than last time i heard tuned probably 
stopped again 
 
dollard and cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it 
 
 with it simon 
 
 it simon 
 
 ladies and gentlemen i am most deeply obliged by your kind 
solicitations 
 
 it simon 
 
 i have no money but if you will lend me your attention i shall 
endeavour to sing to you of a heart bowed down 
 
by the sandwichbell in screening shadow lydia her bronze and rose a 
lady s grace gave and withheld as in cool glaucous eau de nil mina 
to tankards two her pinnacles of gold 
 
the harping chords of prelude closed a chord longdrawn expectant 
drew a voice away 
 
 when first i saw that form endearing 
 
richie turned 
 
 si dedalus voice he said 
 
braintipped cheek touched with flame they listened feeling that flow 
endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine bloom signed to 
pat bald pat is a waiter hard of hearing to set ajar the door of the 
bar the door of the bar so that will do pat waiter waited waiting 
to hear for he was hard of hear by the door 
 
 sorrow from me seemed to depart 
 
through the hush of air a voice sang to them low not rain not leaves 
in murmur like no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem 
dulcimers touching their still ears with words still hearts of their 
each his remembered lives good good to hear sorrow from them each 
seemed to from both depart when first they heard when first they saw 
lost richie poldy mercy of beauty heard from a person wouldn t expect 
it in the least her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word 
 
love that is singing love s old sweet song bloom unwound slowly the 
elastic band of his packet love s old sweet sonnez la gold bloom 
wound a skein round four forkfingers stretched it relaxed and wound 
it round his troubled double fourfold in octave gyved them fast 
 
 full of hope and all delighted 
 
tenors get women by the score increase their flow throw flower at his 
feet when will we meet my head it simply jingle all delighted he 
can t sing for tall hats your head it simply swurls perfumed for him 
what perfume does your wife i want to know jing stop knock last 
look at mirror always before she answers the door the hall there how 
do you i do well there what or phial of cachous kissing comfits 
in her satchel yes hands felt for the opulent 
 
alas the voice rose sighing changed loud full shining proud 
 
 but alas twas idle dreaming 
 
glorious tone he has still cork air softer also their brogue silly 
man could have made oceans of money singing wrong words wore out 
his wife now sings but hard to tell only the two themselves if he 
doesn t break down keep a trot for the avenue his hands and feet sing 
too drink nerves overstrung must be abstemious to sing jenny lind 
soup stock sage raw eggs half pint of cream for creamy dreamy 
 
tenderness it welled slow swelling full it throbbed that s the chat 
ha give take throb a throb a pulsing proud erect 
 
words music no it s what s behind 
 
bloom looped unlooped noded disnoded 
 
bloom flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music 
out in desire dark to lick flow invading tipping her tepping her 
tapping her topping her tup pores to dilate dilating tup the joy 
the feel the warm the tup to pour o er sluices pouring gushes flood 
gush flow joygush tupthrob now language of love 
 
 ray of hope is 
 
beaming lydia for lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse 
unsqueaked a ray of hopk 
 
 martha it is coincidence just going to write lionel s song 
lovely name you have can t write accept my little pres play on her 
heartstrings pursestrings too she s a i called you naughty boy still 
the name martha how strange today 
 
the voice of lionel returned weaker but unwearied it sang again to 
richie poldy lydia lidwell also sang to pat open mouth ear waiting to 
wait how first he saw that form endearing how sorrow seemed to part 
how look form word charmed him gould lidwell won pat bloom s heart 
 
wish i could see his face though explain better why the barber in 
drago s always looked my face when i spoke his face in the glass still 
hear it better here than in the bar though farther 
 
 each graceful look 
 
first night when first i saw her at mat dillon s in terenure yellow 
black lace she wore musical chairs we two the last fate after her 
fate 
 
round and round slow quick round we two all looked halt down she 
sat all ousted looked lips laughing yellow knees 
 
 charmed my eye 
 
singing waiting she sang i turned her music full voice of perfume 
of what perfume does your lilactrees bosom i saw both full throat 
warbling first i saw she thanked me why did she me fate spanishy 
eyes under a peartree alone patio this hour in old madrid one side in 
shadow dolores shedolores at me luring ah alluring 
 
 martha ah martha 
 
quitting all languor lionel cried in grief in cry of passion dominant 
to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony in 
cry of lionel loneliness that she should know must martha feel for 
only her he waited where here there try there here all try where 
somewhere 
 
 co ome thou lost one 
 co ome thou dear one 
 
alone one love one hope one comfort me martha chestnote return 
 
 come 
 
it soared a bird it held its flight a swift pure cry soar silver orb 
it leaped serene speeding sustained to come don t spin it out too 
long long breath he breath long life soaring high high resplendent 
aflame crowned high in the effulgence symbolistic high of the 
etherial bosom high of the high vast irradiation everywhere all 
soaring all around about the all the endlessnessnessness 
 
 to me 
 
siopold 
 
consumed 
 
come well sung all clapped she ought to come to me to him to her 
you too me us 
 
 bravo clapclap good man simon clappyclapclap encore clapclipclap 
clap sound as a bell bravo simon clapclopclap encore enclap said 
cried clapped all ben dollard lydia douce george lidwell pat mina 
kennedy two gentlemen with two tankards cowley first gent with tank 
and bronze miss douce and gold mjiss mina 
 
blazes boylan s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor said before 
jingle by monuments of sir john gray horatio onehandled nelson 
reverend father theobald mathew jaunted as said before just now 
atrot in heat heatseated cloche sonnez la cloche sonnez la 
slower the mare went up the hill by the rotunda rutland square too 
slow for boylan blazes boylan impatience boylan joggled the mare 
 
an afterclang of cowley s chords closed died on the air made richer 
 
and richie goulding drank his power and leopold bloom his cider drank 
lidwell his guinness second gentleman said they would partake of two 
more tankards if she did not mind miss kennedy smirked disserving 
coral lips at first at second she did not mind 
 
 seven days in jail ben dollard said on bread and water then you d 
sing simon like a garden thrush 
 
lionel simon singer laughed father bob cowley played mina kennedy 
served second gentleman paid tom kernan strutted in lydia admired 
admired but bloom sang dumb 
 
admiring 
 
richie admiring descanted on that man s glorious voice he remembered 
one night long ago never forget that night si sang twas rank and 
fame in ned lambert s twas good god he never heard in all his life a 
note like that he never did then false one we had better part so clear 
so god he never heard since love lives not a clinking voice lives not 
ask lambert he can tell you too 
 
goulding a flush struggling in his pale told mr bloom face of the 
night si in ned lambert s dedalus house sang twas rank and fame 
 
he mr bloom listened while he richie goulding told him mr bloom of 
the night he richie heard him si dedalus sing twas rank and fame in 
his ned lambert s house 
 
brothers in law relations we never speak as we pass by rift in the 
lute i think treats him with scorn see he admires him all the more 
the night si sang the human voice two tiny silky chords wonderful 
more than all others 
 
that voice was a lamentation calmer now it s in the silence after you 
feel you hear vibrations now silent air 
 
bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the 
slender catgut thong he drew and plucked it buzz it twanged while 
goulding talked of barraclough s voice production while tom kernan 
harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening 
father cowley who played a voluntary who nodded as he played while 
big ben dollard talked with simon dedalus lighting who nodded as he 
smoked who smoked 
 
thou lost one all songs on that theme yet more bloom stretched his 
string cruel it seems let people get fond of each other lure them on 
then tear asunder death explos knock on the head outtohelloutofthat 
human life dignam ugh that rat s tail wriggling five bob i gave 
 corpus paradisum corncrake croaker belly like a poisoned pup gone 
they sing forgotten i too and one day she with leave her get 
tired suffer then snivel big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing her 
wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb d 
 
yet too much happy bores he stretched more more are you not happy in 
your twang it snapped 
 
jingle into dorset street 
 
miss douce withdrew her satiny arm reproachful pleased 
 
 don t make half so free said she till we are better acquainted 
 
george lidwell told her really and truly but she did not believe 
 
first gentleman told mina that was so she asked him was that so and 
second tankard told her so that that was so 
 
miss douce miss lydia did not believe miss kennedy mina did not 
believe george lidwell no miss dou did not the first the first 
gent with the tank believe no no did not miss kenn lidlydiawell 
the tank 
 
better write it here quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted 
 
bald pat at a sign drew nigh a pen and ink he went a pad he went a 
pad to blot he heard deaf pat 
 
 yes mr bloom said teasing the curling catgut line it certainly is 
few lines will do my present all that italian florid music is who 
is this wrote know the name you know better take out sheet notepaper 
envelope unconcerned it s so characteristic 
 
 grandest number in the whole opera goulding said 
 
 it is bloom said 
 
numbers it is all music when you come to think two multiplied by two 
divided by half is twice one vibrations chords those are one plus two 
plus six is seven do anything you like with figures juggling always 
find out this equal to that symmetry under a cemetery wall he doesn t 
see my mourning callous all for his own gut musemathematics and you 
think you re listening to the etherial but suppose you said it like 
martha seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand fall quite 
flat it s on account of the sounds it is 
 
instance he s playing now improvising might be what you like till you 
hear the words want to listen sharp hard begin all right then hear 
chords a bit off feel lost a bit in and out of sacks over barrels 
through wirefences obstacle race time makes the tune question of mood 
you re in still always nice to hear except scales up and down girls 
learning two together nextdoor neighbours ought to invent dummy pianos 
for that blumenlied i bought for her the name playing it slow 
a girl night i came home the girl door of the stables near cecilia 
street milly no taste queer because we both i mean 
 
bald deaf pat brought quite flat pad ink pat set with ink pen quite 
flat pad pat took plate dish knife fork pat went 
 
it was the only language mr dedalus said to ben he heard them as a 
boy in ringabella crosshaven ringabella singing their barcaroles 
queenstown harbour full of italian ships walking you know ben in the 
moonlight with those earthquake hats blending their voices god such 
music ben heard as a boy cross ringabella haven mooncarole 
 
sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a 
moonlight nightcall clear from anear a call from afar replying 
 
down the edge of his freeman baton ranged bloom s your other eye 
scanning for where did i see that callan coleman dignam patrick 
heigho heigho fawcett aha just i was looking 
 
hope he s not looking cute as a rat he held unfurled his freeman 
can t see now remember write greek ees bloom dipped bloo mur dear 
sir dear henry wrote dear mady got your lett and flow hell did i 
put some pock or oth it is utterl imposs underline imposs to write 
today 
 
bore this bored bloom tambourined gently with i am just reflecting 
fingers on flat pad pat brought 
 
on know what i mean no change that ee accep my poor litt pres 
enclos ask her no answ hold on five dig two about here penny the 
gulls elijah is com seven davy byrne s is eight about say half a 
crown my poor little pres p o two and six write me a long do you 
despise jingle have you the so excited why do you call me naught 
you naughty too o mairy lost the string of her bye for today yes 
yes will tell you want to to keep it up call me that other other 
world she wrote my patience are exhaust to keep it up you must 
believe believe the tank it is true 
 
folly am i writing husbands don t that s marriage does their wives 
because i m away from suppose but how she must keep young if she 
found out card in my high grade ha no not tell all useless pain if 
they don t see woman sauce for the gander 
 
a hackney car number three hundred and twentyfour driver barton james 
of number one harmony avenue donnybrook on which sat a fare a young 
gentleman stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by george 
robert mesias tailor and cutter of number five eden quay and wearing 
a straw hat very dressy bought of john plasto of number one great 
brunswick street hatter eh this is the jingle that joggled and 
jingled by dlugacz porkshop bright tubes of agendath trotted a 
gallantbuttocked mare 
 
 answering an ad keen richie s eyes asked bloom 
 
 yes mr bloom said town traveller nothing doing i expect 
 
bloom mur best references but henry wrote it will excite me you 
know how in haste henry greek ee better add postscript what is he 
playing now improvising intermezzo p s the rum tum tum how will 
you pun you punish me crooked skirt swinging whack by tell me i want 
to know o course if i didn t i wouldn t ask la la la ree trails off 
there sad in minor why minor sad sign h they like sad tail at end p 
p s la la la ree i feel so sad today la ree so lonely dee 
 
he blotted quick on pad of pat envel address just copy out of paper 
murmured messrs callan coleman and co limited henry wrote 
 
miss martha clifford c o p o dolphin s barn lane dublin 
 
blot over the other so he can t read there right idea prize titbit 
something detective read off blottingpad payment at the rate of guinea 
per col matcham often thinks the laughing witch poor mrs purefoy u 
p up 
 
too poetical that about the sad music did that music hath charms 
shakespeare said quotations every day in the year to be or not to be 
wisdom while you wait 
 
in gerard s rosery of fetter lane he walks greyedauburn one life is 
all one body do but do 
 
done anyhow postal order stamp postoffice lower down walk now 
enough barney kiernan s i promised to meet them dislike that job 
 
house of mourning walk pat doesn t hear deaf beetle he is 
 
car near there now talk talk pat doesn t settling those napkins 
lot of ground he must cover in the day paint face behind on him then 
he d be two wish they d sing more keep my mind off 
 
bald pat who is bothered mitred the napkins pat is a waiter hard of his 
hearing pat is a waiter who waits while you wait hee hee hee hee he 
waits while you wait hee hee a waiter is he hee hee hee hee he waits 
while you wait while you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait 
hee hee hee hee hoh wait while you wait 
 
douce now douce lydia bronze and rose 
 
she had a gorgeous simply gorgeous time and look at the lovely shell 
she brought 
 
to the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding 
seahorn that he george lidwell solicitor might hear 
 
 listen she bade him 
 
under tom kernan s ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow 
authentic fact how walter bapty lost his voice well sir the husband 
took him by the throat scoundrel said he you ll sing no more 
lovesongs he did faith sir tom bob cowley wove tenors get wom 
cowley lay back 
 
ah now he heard she holding it to his ear hear he heard 
 
wonderful she held it to her own and through the sifted light pale 
gold in contrast glided to hear 
 
tap 
 
bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears he heard more 
faintly that that they heard each for herself alone then each for 
other hearing the plash of waves loudly a silent roar 
 
bronze by a weary gold anear afar they listened 
 
her ear too is a shell the peeping lobe there been to the seaside 
lovely seaside girls skin tanned raw should have put on coldcream 
first make it brown buttered toast o and that lotion mustn t forget 
fever near her mouth your head it simply hair braided over shell with 
seaweed why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair and turks the 
mouth why her eyes over the sheet yashmak find the way in a cave 
no admittance except on business 
 
the sea they think they hear singing a roar the blood it is souse in 
the ear sometimes well it s a sea corpuscle islands 
 
wonderful really so distinct again george lidwell held its murmur 
hearing then laid it by gently 
 
 what are the wild waves saying he asked her smiled 
 
charming seasmiling and unanswering lydia on lidwell smiled 
 
tap 
 
by larry o rourke s by larry bold larry o boylan swayed and boylan 
turned 
 
from the forsaken shell miss mina glided to her tankards waiting no 
she was not so lonely archly miss douce s head let mr lidwell know 
walks in the moonlight by the sea no not alone with whom she nobly 
answered with a gentleman friend 
 
bob cowley s twinkling fingers in the treble played again the landlord 
has the prior a little time long john big ben lightly he played a 
light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies arch and smiling 
and for their gallants gentlemen friends one one one one one one 
two one three four 
 
sea wind leaves thunder waters cows lowing the cattlemarket 
cocks hens don t crow snakes hissss there s music everywhere 
ruttledge s door ee creaking no that s noise minuet of don 
giovanni he s playing now court dresses of all descriptions in castle 
chambers dancing misery peasants outside green starving faces eating 
dockleaves nice that is look look look look look look you look 
at us 
 
that s joyful i can feel never have written it why my joy is other 
joy but both are joys yes joy it must be mere fact of music shows 
you are often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt then 
know 
 
m coy valise my wife and your wife squealing cat like tearing silk 
tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows they can t manage 
men s intervals gap in their voices too fill me i m warm dark open 
molly in quis est homo mercadante my ear against the wall to hear 
want a woman who can deliver the goods 
 
jog jig jogged stopped dandy tan shoe of dandy boylan socks skyblue 
clocks came light to earth 
 
o look we are so chamber music could make a kind of pun on that 
it is a kind of music i often thought when she acoustics that is 
tinkling empty vessels make most noise because the acoustics the 
resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to 
the law of falling water like those rhapsodies of liszt s hungarian 
gipsyeyed pearls drops rain diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle 
hissss now maybe now before 
 
one rapped on a door one tapped with a knock did he knock paul de kock 
with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock cockcock 
 
tap 
 
 qui sdegno ben said father cowley 
 
 no ben tom kernan interfered the croppy boy our native doric 
 
 ay do ben mr dedalus said good men and true 
 
 do do they begged in one 
 
i ll go here pat return come he came he came he did not stay to 
me how much 
 
 what key six sharps 
 
 f sharp major ben dollard said 
 
bob cowley s outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords 
 
must go prince bloom told richie prince no richie said yes must got 
money somewhere he s on for a razzle backache spree much he seehears 
lipspeech one and nine penny for yourself here give him twopence 
tip deaf bothered but perhaps he has wife and family waiting waiting 
patty come home hee hee hee hee deaf wait while they wait 
 
but wait but hear chords dark lugugugubrious low in a cave of the 
dark middle earth embedded ore lumpmusic 
 
the voice of dark age of unlove earth s fatigue made grave approach 
and painful come from afar from hoary mountains called on good men 
and true the priest he sought with him would he speak a word 
 
tap 
 
ben dollard s voice base barreltone doing his level best to say it 
croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh other comedown big 
ships chandler s business he did once remember rosiny ropes ships 
lanterns failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds now in the iveagh 
home cubicle number so and so number one bass did that for him 
 
the priest s at home a false priest s servant bade him welcome step 
in the holy father with bows a traitor servant curlycues of chords 
 
ruin them wreck their lives then build them cubicles to end their days 
in hushaby lullaby die dog little dog die 
 
the voice of warning solemn warning told them the youth had entered 
a lonely hall told them how solemn fell his footsteps there told them 
the gloomy chamber the vested priest sitting to shrive 
 
decent soul bit addled now thinks he ll win in answers poets 
picture puzzle we hand you crisp five pound note bird sitting hatching 
in a nest lay of the last minstrel he thought it was see blank tee 
what domestic animal tee dash ar most courageous mariner good voice he 
has still no eunuch yet with all his belongings 
 
listen bloom listened richie goulding listened and by the door deaf 
pat bald pat tipped pat listened the chords harped slower 
 
the voice of penance and of grief came slow embellished tremulous 
ben s contrite beard confessed in nomine domini in god s name he 
knelt he beat his hand upon his breast confessing mea culpa 
 
latin again that holds them like birdlime priest with the communion 
corpus for those women chap in the mortuary coffin or coffey 
 corpusnomine wonder where that rat is by now scrape 
 
tap 
 
they listened tankards and miss kennedy george lidwell eyelid well 
expressive fullbusted satin kernan si 
 
the sighing voice of sorrow sang his sins since easter he had cursed 
three times you bitch s bast and once at masstime he had gone to play 
once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother s rest he had 
not prayed a boy a croppy boy 
 
bronze listening by the beerpull gazed far away soulfully doesn t 
half know i m molly great dab at seeing anyone looking 
 
bronze gazed far sideways mirror there is that best side of her face 
they always know knock at the door last tip to titivate 
 
cockcarracarra 
 
what do they think when they hear music way to catch rattlesnakes 
night michael gunn gave us the box tuning up shah of persia liked 
that best remind him of home sweet home wiped his nose in curtain too 
custom his country perhaps that s music too not as bad as it sounds 
tootling brasses braying asses through uptrunks doublebasses helpless 
gashes in their sides woodwinds mooing cows semigrand open crocodile 
music hath jaws woodwind like goodwin s name 
 
she looked fine her crocus dress she wore lowcut belongings on show 
clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question 
told her what spinoza says in that book of poor papa s hypnotised 
listening eyes like that she bent chap in dresscircle staring down 
into her with his operaglass for all he was worth beauty of music you 
must hear twice nature woman half a look god made the country man the 
tune met him pike hoses philosophy o rocks 
 
all gone all fallen at the siege of ross his father at gorey all his 
brothers fell to wexford we are the boys of wexford he would last of 
his name and race 
 
i too last of my race milly young student well my fault perhaps no 
son rudy too late now or if not if not if still 
 
he bore no hate 
 
hate love those are names rudy soon i am old big ben his voice 
unfolded great voice richie goulding said a flush struggling in his 
pale to bloom soon old but when was young 
 
ireland comes now my country above the king she listens who fears to 
speak of nineteen four time to be shoving looked enough 
 
 bless me father dollard the croppy cried bless me and let me 
go 
 
tap 
 
bloom looked unblessed to go got up to kill on eighteen bob a week 
fellows shell out the dibs want to keep your weathereye open those 
girls those lovely by the sad sea waves chorusgirl s romance letters 
read out for breach of promise from chickabiddy s owny mumpsypum 
laughter in court henry i never signed it the lovely name you 
 
low sank the music air and words then hastened the false priest 
rustling soldier from his cassock a yeoman captain they know it all by 
heart the thrill they itch for yeoman cap 
 
tap tap 
 
thrilled she listened bending in sympathy to hear 
 
blank face virgin should say or fingered only write something on it 
page if not what becomes of them decline despair keeps them young 
even admire themselves see play on her lip blow body of white woman 
a flute alive blow gentle loud three holes all women goddess i 
didn t see they want it not too much polite that s why he gets them 
gold in your pocket brass in your face say something make her hear 
with look to look songs without words molly that hurdygurdy boy 
she knew he meant the monkey was sick or because so like the spanish 
understand animals too that way solomon did gift of nature 
 
ventriloquise my lips closed think in my stom what 
 
will you i want you to 
 
with hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed swelling in apoplectic bitch s 
bastard a good thought boy to come one hour s your time to live 
your last 
 
tap tap 
 
thrill now pity they feel to wipe away a tear for martyrs that want 
to dying to die for all things dying for all things born poor mrs 
purefoy hope she s over because their wombs 
 
a liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes calmly 
hearing see real beauty of the eye when she not speaks on yonder 
river at each slow satiny heaving bosom s wave her heaving embon red 
rose rose slowly sank red rose heartbeats her breath breath that is 
life and all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair 
 
but look the bright stars fade o rose castile the morn ha lidwell 
for him then not for infatuated i like that see her from here though 
popped corks splashes of beerfroth stacks of empties 
 
on the smooth jutting beerpull laid lydia hand lightly plumply leave 
it to my hands all lost in pity for croppy fro to to fro over 
the polished knob she knows his eyes my eyes her eyes her thumb and 
finger passed in pity passed reposed and gently touching then slid 
so smoothly slowly down a cool firm white enamel baton protruding 
through their sliding ring 
 
with a cock with a carra 
 
tap tap tap 
 
i hold this house amen he gnashed in fury traitors swing 
 
the chords consented very sad thing but had to be get out before the 
end thanks that was heavenly where s my hat pass by her can leave 
that freeman letter i have suppose she were the no walk walk 
walk like cashel boylo connoro coylo tisdall maurice tisntdall farrell 
waaaaaaalk 
 
well i must be are you off yrfmstbyes blmstup o er ryehigh blue 
ow bloom stood up soap feeling rather sticky behind must have 
sweated music that lotion remember well so long high grade card 
inside yes 
 
by deaf pat in the doorway straining ear bloom passed 
 
at geneva barrack that young man died at passage was his body laid 
dolor o he dolores the voice of the mournful chanter called to 
dolorous prayer 
 
by rose by satiny bosom by the fondling hand by slops by empties 
by popped corks greeting in going past eyes and maidenhair bronze and 
faint gold in deepseashadow went bloom soft bloom i feel so lonely 
bloom 
 
tap tap tap 
 
pray for him prayed the bass of dollard you who hear in peace breathe 
a prayer drop a tear good men good people he was the croppy boy 
 
scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy bloom in the ormond hallway 
heard the growls and roars of bravo fat backslapping their boots all 
treading boots not the boots the boy general chorus off for a swill to 
wash it down glad i avoided 
 
 come on ben simon dedalus cried by god you re as good as ever you 
were 
 
 better said tomgin kernan most trenchant rendition of that ballad 
upon my soul and honour it is 
 
 lablache said father cowley 
 
ben dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar mightily praisefed 
and all big roseate on heavyfooted feet his gouty fingers nakkering 
castagnettes in the air 
 
big benaben dollard big benben big benben 
 
rrr 
 
and deepmoved all simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose all 
laughing they brought him forth ben dollard in right good cheer 
 
 you re looking rubicund george lidwell said 
 
miss douce composed her rose to wait 
 
 ben machree said mr dedalus clapping ben s fat back shoulderblade 
fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his 
person 
 
rrrrrrrsss 
 
 fat of death simon ben dollard growled 
 
richie rift in the lute alone sat goulding collis ward uncertainly 
he waited unpaid pat too 
 
tap tap tap tap 
 
miss mina kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one 
 
 mr dollard they murmured low 
 
 dollard murmured tankard 
 
tank one believed miss kenn when she that doll he was she doll the 
tank 
 
he murmured that he knew the name the name was familiar to him that 
is to say that was to say he had heard the name of dollard was it 
dollard yes 
 
yes her lips said more loudly mr dollard he sang that song lovely 
murmured mina mr dollard and the last rose of summer was a lovely 
song mina loved that song tankard loved the song that mina 
 
 tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round 
inside 
 
gassy thing that cider binding too wait postoffice near reuben j s 
one and eightpence too get shut of it dodge round by greek street 
wish i hadn t promised to meet freer in air music gets on your 
nerves beerpull her hand that rocks the cradle rules the ben howth 
that rules the world 
 
far far far far 
 
tap tap tap tap 
 
up the quay went lionelleopold naughty henry with letter for mady with 
sweets of sin with frillies for raoul with met him pike hoses went poldy 
on 
 
tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping tap by tap 
 
cowley he stuns himself with it kind of drunkenness better give way 
only half way the way of a man with a maid instance enthusiasts all 
ears not lose a demisemiquaver eyes shut head nodding in time dotty 
you daren t budge thinking strictly prohibited always talking shop 
fiddlefaddle about notes 
 
all a kind of attempt to talk unpleasant when it stops because you 
never know exac organ in gardiner street old glynn fifty quid a year 
queer up there in the cockloft alone with stops and locks and keys 
seated all day at the organ maunder on for hours talking to himself or 
the other fellow blowing the bellows growl angry then shriek cursing 
 want to have wadding or something in his no don t she cried then all 
of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind 
 
pwee a wee little wind piped eeee in bloom s little wee 
 
 was he mr dedalus said returning with fetched pipe i was with him 
this morning at poor little paddy dignam s 
 
 ay the lord have mercy on him 
 
 by the bye there s a tuningfork in there on the 
 
tap tap tap tap 
 
 the wife has a fine voice or had what lidwell asked 
 
 o that must be the tuner lydia said to simonlionel first i saw 
forgot it when he was here 
 
blind he was she told george lidwell second i saw and played so 
exquisitely treat to hear exquisite contrast bronzelid minagold 
 
 shout ben dollard shouted pouring sing out 
 
 lldo cried father cowley 
 
rrrrrr 
 
i feel i want 
 
tap tap tap tap tap 
 
 very mr dedalus said staring hard at a headless sardine 
 
under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last one lonely last 
sardine of summer bloom alone 
 
 very he stared the lower register for choice 
 
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap 
 
bloom went by barry s wish i could wait that wonderworker if i had 
twentyfour solicitors in that one house counted them litigation love 
one another piles of parchment messrs pick and pocket have power of 
attorney goulding collis ward 
 
but for example the chap that wallops the big drum his vocation mickey 
rooney s band wonder how it first struck him sitting at home after 
pig s cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair rehearsing his band 
part pom pompedy jolly for the wife asses skins welt them through 
life then wallop after death pom wallop seems to be what you call 
yashmak or i mean kismet fate 
 
tap tap a stripling blind with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by 
daly s window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn t see 
blew whiffs of a mermaid blind couldn t mermaid coolest whiff of 
all 
 
instruments a blade of grass shell of her hands then blow even 
comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of molly in her shift in 
lombard street west hair down i suppose each kind of trade made its 
own don t you see hunter with a horn haw have you the cloche 
sonnez la shepherd his pipe pwee little wee policeman a whistle 
locks and keys sweep four o clock s all s well sleep all is lost 
now drum pompedy wait i know towncrier bumbailiff long john 
waken the dead pom dignam poor little nominedomine pom it is 
music i mean of course it s all pom pom pom very much what they call 
 da capo still you can hear as we march we march along march along 
pom 
 
i must really fff now if i did that at a banquet just a question of 
custom shah of persia breathe a prayer drop a tear all the same 
he must have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap 
muffled up wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin o 
the whore of the lane 
 
a frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day 
along the quay towards mr bloom when first he saw that form endearing 
yes it is i feel so lonely wet night in the lane horn who had 
the heehaw shesaw off her beat here what is she hope she psst any 
chance of your wash knew molly had me decked stout lady does be with 
you in the brown costume put you off your stroke that appointment 
we made knowing we d never well hardly ever too dear too near to home 
sweet home sees me does she looks a fright in the day face like dip 
damn her o well she has to live like the rest look in here 
 
in lionel marks s antique saleshop window haughty henry lionel leopold 
dear henry flower earnestly mr leopold bloom envisaged battered 
candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags bargain six bob might 
learn to play cheap let her pass course everything is dear if you 
don t want it that s what good salesman is make you buy what he wants 
to sell chap sold me the swedish razor he shaved me with wanted to 
charge me for the edge he gave it she s passing now six bob 
 
must be the cider or perhaps the burgund 
 
near bronze from anear near gold from afar they chinked their clinking 
glasses all brighteyed and gallant before bronze lydia s tempting last 
rose of summer rose of castile first lid de cow ker doll a fifth 
lidwell si dedalus bob cowley kernan and big ben dollard 
 
tap a youth entered a lonely ormond hall 
 
bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in lionel marks s window robert 
emmet s last words seven last words of meyerbeer that is 
 
 true men like you men 
 
 ay ay ben 
 
 will lift your glass with us 
 
they lifted 
 
tschink tschunk 
 
tip an unseeing stripling stood in the door he saw not bronze he saw 
not gold nor ben nor bob nor tom nor si nor george nor tanks nor richie 
nor pat hee hee hee hee he did not see 
 
seabloom greaseabloom viewed last words softly when my country takes 
her place among 
 
prrprr 
 
must be the bur 
 
fff oo rrpr 
 
 nations of the earth no one behind she s passed then and not till 
then tram kran kran kran good oppor coming krandlkrankran i m 
sure it s the burgund yes one two let my epitaph be kraaaaaa 
 written i have 
 
pprrpffrrppffff 
 
 done 
 
 
 
i was just passing the time of day with old troy of the d m p at the 
corner of arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along 
and he near drove his gear into my eye i turned around to let him have 
the weight of my tongue when who should i see dodging along stony batter 
only joe hynes 
 
 lo joe says i how are you blowing did you see that bloody 
chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush 
 
 soot s luck says joe who s the old ballocks you were talking to 
 
 old troy says i was in the force i m on two minds not to give that 
fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and 
ladders 
 
 what are you doing round those parts says joe 
 
 devil a much says i there s a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the 
garrison church at the corner of chicken lane old troy was just giving 
me a wrinkle about him lifted any god s quantity of tea and sugar 
to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county down off a 
hop of my thumb by the name of moses herzog over there near heytesbury 
street 
 
 circumcised says joe 
 
 ay says i a bit off the top an old plumber named geraghty i m 
hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and i can t get a penny 
out of him 
 
 that the lay you re on now says joe 
 
 ay says i how are the mighty fallen collector of bad and doubtful 
debts but that s the most notorious bloody robber you d meet in a day s 
walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain 
 tell him says he i dare him says he and i doubledare him 
to send you round here again or if he does says he i ll have 
him summonsed up before the court so i will for trading without a 
licence and he after stuffing himself till he s fit to burst jesus 
i had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out he drink me my 
teas he eat me my sugars because he no pay me my moneys 
 
for nonperishable goods bought of moses herzog of saint kevin s 
parade in the city of dublin wood quay ward merchant hereinafter 
called the vendor and sold and delivered to michael e geraghty 
esquire of arbour hill in the city of dublin arran quay ward 
gentleman hereinafter called the purchaser videlicet five pounds 
avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence per 
pound avoirdupois and three stone avoirdupois of sugar crushed crystal 
at threepence per pound avoirdupois the said purchaser debtor to the 
said vendor of one pound five shillings and sixpence sterling for value 
received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in 
weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no 
pence sterling and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or 
pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall 
be and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the 
said vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the 
said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said 
vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between 
the said vendor his heirs successors trustees and assigns of the one 
part and the said purchaser his heirs successors trustees and assigns 
of the other part 
 
 are you a strict t t says joe 
 
 not taking anything between drinks says i 
 
 what about paying our respects to our friend says joe 
 
 who says i sure he s out in john of god s off his head poor man 
 
 drinking his own stuff says joe 
 
 ay says i whisky and water on the brain 
 
 come around to barney kiernan s says joe i want to see the citizen 
 
 barney mavourneen s be it says i anything strange or wonderful joe 
 
 not a word says joe i was up at that meeting in the city arms 
 
 what was that joe says i 
 
 cattle traders says joe about the foot and mouth disease i want to 
give the citizen the hard word about it 
 
so we went around by the linenhall barracks and the back of the 
courthouse talking of one thing or another decent fellow joe when he 
has it but sure like that he never has it jesus i couldn t get over 
that bloody foxy geraghty the daylight robber for trading without a 
licence says he 
 
in inisfail the fair there lies a land the land of holy michan there 
rises a watchtower beheld of men afar there sleep the mighty dead as in 
life they slept warriors and princes of high renown a pleasant land 
it is in sooth of murmuring waters fishful streams where sport the 
gurnard the plaice the roach the halibut the gibbed haddock the 
grilse the dab the brill the flounder the pollock the mixed coarse 
fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to 
be enumerated in the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty 
trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage the wafty 
sycamore the lebanonian cedar the exalted planetree the eugenic 
eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which 
that region is thoroughly well supplied lovely maidens sit in close 
proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs 
while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden 
ingots silvery fishes crans of herrings drafts of eels codlings 
creels of fingerlings purple seagems and playful insects and heroes 
voyage from afar to woo them from eblana to slievemargy the peerless 
princes of unfettered munster and of connacht the just and of smooth 
sleek leinster and of cruahan s land and of armagh the splendid and of 
the noble district of boyle princes the sons of kings 
 
and there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen 
by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for 
that purpose and thither come all herds and fatlings and firstfruits 
of that land for o connell fitzsimon takes toll of them a chieftain 
descended from chieftains thither the extremely large wains bring 
foison of the fields flaskets of cauliflowers floats of spinach 
pineapple chunks rangoon beans strikes of tomatoes drums of figs 
drills of swedes spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale 
york and savoy and trays of onions pearls of the earth and punnets of 
mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red 
green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and 
chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries pulpy and pelurious 
and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes 
 
i dare him says he and i doubledare him come out here geraghty you 
notorious bloody hill and dale robber 
 
and by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed 
ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers 
and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and 
cuffe s prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the 
various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and angus 
heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime 
premiated milchcows and beeves and there is ever heard a trampling 
cackling roaring lowing bleating bellowing rumbling grunting 
champing chewing of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from 
pasturelands of lusk and rush and carrickmines and from the streamy 
vales of thomond from the m gillicuddy s reeks the inaccessible and 
lordly shannon the unfathomable and from the gentle declivities of the 
place of the race of kiar their udders distended with superabundance of 
milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer s firkins and 
targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds 
various in size the agate with this dun 
 
so we turned into barney kiernan s and there sure enough was the 
citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that 
bloody mangy mongrel garryowen and he waiting for what the sky would 
drop in the way of drink 
 
 there he is says i in his gloryhole with his cruiskeen lawn and his 
load of papers working for the cause 
 
the bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps be 
a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody 
dog i m told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a 
constabulary man in santry that came round one time with a blue paper 
about a licence 
 
 stand and deliver says he 
 
 that s all right citizen says joe friends here 
 
 pass friends says he 
 
then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he 
 
 what s your opinion of the times 
 
doing the rapparee and rory of the hill but begob joe was equal to 
the occasion 
 
 i think the markets are on a rise says he sliding his hand down his 
fork 
 
so begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says 
 
 foreign wars is the cause of it 
 
and says joe sticking his thumb in his pocket 
 
 it s the russians wish to tyrannise 
 
 arrah give over your bloody codding joe says i i ve a thirst on me 
i wouldn t sell for half a crown 
 
 give it a name citizen says joe 
 
 wine of the country says he 
 
 what s yours says joe 
 
 ditto macanaspey says i 
 
 three pints terry says joe and how s the old heart citizen says 
he 
 
 never better a chara says he what garry are we going to win eh 
 
and with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck 
and by jesus he near throttled him 
 
the figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was 
that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired 
freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded 
deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed 
hero from shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his 
rocklike mountainous knees were covered as was likewise the rest of his 
body wherever visible with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in 
hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse ulex europeus 
the widewinged nostrils from which bristles of the same tawny hue 
projected were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous 
obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest the eyes 
in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the 
dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower a powerful current of warm breath 
issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth 
while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his 
formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground the summit of 
the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and 
tremble 
 
he wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching 
to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by 
a girdle of plaited straw and rushes beneath this he wore trews of 
deerskin roughly stitched with gut his nether extremities were encased 
in high balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple the feet being shod 
with brogues of salted cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same 
beast from his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every 
movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude 
yet striking art the tribal images of many irish heroes and heroines of 
antiquity cuchulin conn of hundred battles niall of nine hostages 
brian of kincora the ardri malachi art macmurragh shane o neill 
father john murphy owen roe patrick sarsfield red hugh o donnell 
red jim macdermott soggarth eoghan o growney michael dwyer francy 
higgins henry joy m cracken goliath horace wheatley thomas conneff 
peg woffington the village blacksmith captain moonlight captain 
boycott dante alighieri christopher columbus s fursa s brendan 
marshal macmahon charlemagne theobald wolfe tone the mother of the 
maccabees the last of the mohicans the rose of castile the man for 
galway the man that broke the bank at monte carlo the man in the gap 
the woman who didn t benjamin franklin napoleon bonaparte john l 
sullivan cleopatra savourneen deelish julius caesar paracelsus sir 
thomas lipton william tell michelangelo hayes muhammad the bride of 
lammermoor peter the hermit peter the packer dark rosaleen patrick 
w shakespeare brian confucius murtagh gutenberg patricio velasquez 
captain nemo tristan and isolde the first prince of wales thomas 
cook and son the bold soldier boy arrah na pogue dick turpin ludwig 
beethoven the colleen bawn waddler healy angus the culdee dolly 
mount sidney parade ben howth valentine greatrakes adam and eve 
arthur wellesley boss croker herodotus jack the giantkiller gautama 
buddha lady godiva the lily of killarney balor of the evil eye 
the queen of sheba acky nagle joe nagle alessandro volta jeremiah 
o donovan rossa don philip o sullivan beare a couched spear of 
acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage 
animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was 
sunk in uneasy slumber a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and 
spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time 
by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of 
paleolithic stone 
 
so anyhow terry brought the three pints joe was standing and begob the 
sight nearly left my eyes when i saw him land out a quid o as true as 
i m telling you a goodlooking sovereign 
 
 and there s more where that came from says he 
 
 were you robbing the poorbox joe says i 
 
 sweat of my brow says joe twas the prudent member gave me the 
wheeze 
 
 i saw him before i met you says i sloping around by pill lane and 
greek street with his cod s eye counting up all the guts of the fish 
 
who comes through michan s land bedight in sable armour o bloom 
the son of rory it is he impervious to fear is rory s son he of the 
prudent soul 
 
 for the old woman of prince s street says the citizen the subsidised 
organ the pledgebound party on the floor of the house and look at this 
blasted rag says he look at this says he the irish independent if 
you please founded by parnell to be the workingman s friend listen to 
the births and deaths in the irish all for ireland independent and 
i ll thank you and the marriages 
 
and he starts reading them out 
 
 gordon barnfield crescent exeter redmayne of iffley saint anne s 
on sea the wife of william t redmayne of a son how s that eh wright 
and flint vincent and gillett to rotha marion daughter of rosa and the 
late george alfred gillett clapham road stockwell playwood and 
ridsdale at saint jude s kensington by the very reverend dr forrest 
dean of worcester eh deaths bristow at whitehall lane london carr 
stoke newington of gastritis and heart disease cockburn at the moat 
house chepstow 
 
 i know that fellow says joe from bitter experience 
 
 cockburn dimsey wife of david dimsey late of the admiralty miller 
tottenham aged eightyfive welsh june at canning street 
liverpool isabella helen how s that for a national press eh my brown 
son how s that for martin murphy the bantry jobber 
 
 ah well says joe handing round the boose thanks be to god they had 
the start of us drink that citizen 
 
 i will says he honourable person 
 
 health joe says i and all down the form 
 
ah ow don t be talking i was blue mouldy for the want of that pint 
declare to god i could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click 
 
and lo as they quaffed their cup of joy a godlike messenger came 
swiftly in radiant as the eye of heaven a comely youth and behind him 
there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance bearing the sacred 
scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage 
fairest of her race 
 
little alf bergan popped in round the door and hid behind barney s 
snug squeezed up with the laughing and who was sitting up there in 
the corner that i hadn t seen snoring drunk blind to the world only bob 
doran i didn t know what was up and alf kept making signs out of the 
door and begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon denis breen 
in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and 
the wife hotfoot after him unfortunate wretched woman trotting like a 
poodle i thought alf would split 
 
 look at him says he breen he s traipsing all round dublin with a 
postcard someone sent him with u p up on it to take a li 
 
and he doubled up 
 
 take a what says i 
 
 libel action says he for ten thousand pounds 
 
 o hell says i 
 
the bloody mongrel began to growl that d put the fear of god in you 
seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs 
 
 bi i dho husht says he 
 
 who says joe 
 
 breen says alf he was in john henry menton s and then he went round 
to collis and ward s and then tom rochford met him and sent him round to 
the subsheriff s for a lark o god i ve a pain laughing u p up the 
long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old 
lunatic is gone round to green street to look for a g man 
 
 when is long john going to hang that fellow in mountjoy says joe 
 
 bergan says bob doran waking up is that alf bergan 
 
 yes says alf hanging wait till i show you here terry give us a 
pony that bloody old fool ten thousand pounds you should have seen 
long john s eye u p 
 
and he started laughing 
 
 who are you laughing at says bob doran is that bergan 
 
 hurry up terry boy says alf 
 
terence o ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup 
full of the foamy ebon ale which the noble twin brothers bungiveagh and 
bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats cunning as the sons of 
deathless leda for they garner the succulent berries of the hop and 
mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour 
juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day 
from their toil those cunning brothers lords of the vat 
 
then did you chivalrous terence hand forth as to the manner born 
that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that 
thirsted the soul of chivalry in beauty akin to the immortals 
 
but he the young chief of the o bergan s could ill brook to be outdone 
in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of 
costliest bronze thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen 
the image of a queen of regal port scion of the house of brunswick 
victoria her name her most excellent majesty by grace of god of the 
united kingdom of great britain and ireland and of the british dominions 
beyond the sea queen defender of the faith empress of india even 
she who bore rule a victress over many peoples the wellbeloved for 
they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down 
thereof the pale the dark the ruddy and the ethiop 
 
 what s that bloody freemason doing says the citizen prowling up and 
down outside 
 
 what s that says joe 
 
 here you are says alf chucking out the rhino talking about hanging 
i ll show you something you never saw hangmen s letters look at here 
 
so he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket 
 
 are you codding says i 
 
 honest injun says alf read them 
 
so joe took up the letters 
 
 who are you laughing at says bob doran 
 
so i saw there was going to be a bit of a dust bob s a queer chap when 
the porter s up in him so says i just to make talk 
 
 how s willy murray those times alf 
 
 i don t know says alf i saw him just now in capel street with paddy 
dignam only i was running after that 
 
 you what says joe throwing down the letters with who 
 
 with dignam says alf 
 
 is it paddy says joe 
 
 yes says alf why 
 
 don t you know he s dead says joe 
 
 paddy dignam dead says alf 
 
 ay says joe 
 
 sure i m after seeing him not five minutes ago says alf as plain as 
a pikestaff 
 
 who s dead says bob doran 
 
 you saw his ghost then says joe god between us and harm 
 
 what says alf good christ only five what and willy murray 
with him the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim s what dignam 
dead 
 
 what about dignam says bob doran who s talking about 
 
 dead says alf he s no more dead than you are 
 
 maybe so says joe they took the liberty of burying him this morning 
anyhow 
 
 paddy says alf 
 
 ay says joe he paid the debt of nature god be merciful to him 
 
 good christ says alf 
 
begob he was what you might call flabbergasted 
 
in the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by 
tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing 
luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible the apparition of 
the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge 
of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face communication was 
effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery 
and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus 
questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he 
stated that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still 
submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the 
lower astral levels in reply to a question as to his first sensations 
in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a 
glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities 
of atmic development opened up to them interrogated as to whether life 
there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard 
from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were 
equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana alavatar 
hatakalda wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in 
waves of volupcy of the very purest nature having requested a quart of 
buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief asked if he 
had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the 
wrong side of maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported 
in devanic circles that mars and jupiter were out for mischief on the 
eastern angle where the ram has power it was then queried whether there 
were any special desires on the part of the defunct and the reply was 
 we greet you friends of earth who are still in the body mind c k 
doesn t pile it on it was ascertained that the reference was to mr 
cornelius kelleher manager of messrs h j o neill s popular 
funeral establishment a personal friend of the defunct who had been 
responsible for the carrying out of the interment arrangements before 
departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son patsy that 
the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the 
commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to cullen s 
to be soled only as the heels were still good he stated that this had 
greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly 
requested that his desire should be made known 
 
assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was 
intimated that this had given satisfaction 
 
he is gone from mortal haunts o dignam sun of our morning fleet was 
his foot on the bracken patrick of the beamy brow wail banba with 
your wind and wail o ocean with your whirlwind 
 
 there he is again says the citizen staring out 
 
 who says i 
 
 bloom says he he s on point duty up and down there for the last ten 
minutes 
 
and begob i saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again 
 
little alf was knocked bawways faith he was 
 
 good christ says he i could have sworn it was him 
 
and says bob doran with the hat on the back of his poll lowest 
blackguard in dublin when he s under the influence 
 
 who said christ is good 
 
 i beg your parsnips says alf 
 
 is that a good christ says bob doran to take away poor little willy 
dignam 
 
 ah well says alf trying to pass it off he s over all his troubles 
 
but bob doran shouts out of him 
 
 he s a bloody ruffian i say to take away poor little willy dignam 
 
terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quiet that they didn t 
want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises and bob doran 
starts doing the weeps about paddy dignam true as you re there 
 
 the finest man says he snivelling the finest purest character 
 
the tear is bloody near your eye talking through his bloody hat fitter 
for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married mooney the 
bumbailiff s daughter mother kept a kip in hardwicke street that 
used to be stravaging about the landings bantam lyons told me that was 
stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her exposing 
her person open to all comers fair field and no favour 
 
 the noblest the truest says he and he s gone poor little willy 
poor little paddy dignam 
 
and mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that 
beam of heaven 
 
old garryowen started growling again at bloom that was skeezing round 
the door 
 
 come in come on he won t eat you says the citizen 
 
so bloom slopes in with his cod s eye on the dog and he asks terry was 
martin cunningham there 
 
 o christ m keown says joe reading one of the letters listen to 
this will you 
 
and he starts reading out one 
 
 hunter street liverpool to the high sheriff of dublin dublin 
 
 honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful 
case i hanged joe gann in bootle jail on the of febuary and i 
hanged 
 
 show us joe says i 
 
 private arthur chace for fowl murder of jessie tilsit in 
pentonville prison and i was assistant when 
 
 jesus says i 
 
 billington executed the awful murderer toad smith 
 
the citizen made a grab at the letter 
 
 hold hard says joe i have a special nack of putting the noose once 
in he can t get out hoping to be favoured i remain honoured sir my 
terms is five ginnees 
 
 h rumbold master barber 
 
 and a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too says the citizen 
 
 and the dirty scrawl of the wretch says joe here says he take them 
to hell out of my sight alf hello bloom says he what will you have 
 
so they started arguing about the point bloom saying he wouldn t and he 
couldn t and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well 
he d just take a cigar gob he s a prudent member and no mistake 
 
 give us one of your prime stinkers terry says joe 
 
and alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a 
black border round it 
 
 they re all barbers says he from the black country that would hang 
their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses 
 
and he was telling us there s two fellows waiting below to pull his 
heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they 
chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull 
 
in the dark land they bide the vengeful knights of the razor their 
deadly coil they grasp yea and therein they lead to erebus whatsoever 
wight hath done a deed of blood for i will on nowise suffer it even so 
saith the lord 
 
so they started talking about capital punishment and of course bloom 
comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the 
business and the old dog smelling him all the time i m told those jewies 
does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about i don t 
know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on 
 
 there s one thing it hasn t a deterrent effect on says alf 
 
 what s that says joe 
 
 the poor bugger s tool that s being hanged says alf 
 
 that so says joe 
 
 god s truth says alf i heard that from the head warder that was in 
 
kilmainham when they hanged joe brady the invincible he told me when 
they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like 
a poker 
 
 ruling passion strong in death says joe as someone said 
 
 that can be explained by science says bloom it s only a natural 
phenomenon don t you see because on account of the 
 
and then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and 
this phenomenon and the other phenomenon 
 
the distinguished scientist herr professor luitpold blumenduft tendered 
medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the 
cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would 
according to the best approved tradition of medical science be 
calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent 
ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus 
thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly 
dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood 
to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ 
resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty 
a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo 
mortis per diminutionem capitis 
 
so of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and 
he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and 
the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and joe with 
him about all the fellows that were hanged drawn and transported for 
the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new ireland and new this that 
and the other talking about new ireland he ought to go and get a new 
dog so he ought mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round 
the place and scratching his scabs and round he goes to bob doran that 
was standing alf a half one sucking up for what he could get so of 
course bob doran starts doing the bloody fool with him 
 
 give us the paw give the paw doggy good old doggy give the paw 
here give us the paw 
 
arrah bloody end to the paw he d paw and alf trying to keep him from 
tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking 
all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and 
intelligent dog give you the bloody pip then he starts scraping a few 
bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a jacobs tin he told terry to 
bring gob he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging 
out of him a yard long for more near ate the tin and all hungry bloody 
mongrel 
 
and the citizen and bloom having an argument about the point the 
brothers sheares and wolfe tone beyond on arbour hill and robert emmet 
and die for your country the tommy moore touch about sara curran and 
she s far from the land and bloom of course with his knockmedown 
cigar putting on swank with his lardy face phenomenon the fat heap he 
married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley 
time they were stopping up in the city arms pisser burke told me there 
was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and bloom 
trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing b zique 
to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a 
friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the 
lout out for a walk and one time he led him the rounds of dublin and 
by the holy farmer he never cried crack till he brought him home as 
drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of 
alcohol and by herrings if the three women didn t near roast him it s 
a queer story the old one bloom s wife and mrs o dowd that kept the 
hotel jesus i had to laugh at pisser burke taking them off chewing 
the fat and bloom with his but don t you see and but on the other 
hand and sure more be token the lout i m told was in power s after 
the blender s round in cope street going home footless in a cab five 
times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the 
bloody establishment phenomenon 
 
 the memory of the dead says the citizen taking up his pintglass and 
glaring at bloom 
 
 ay ay says joe 
 
 you don t grasp my point says bloom what i mean is 
 
 sinn fein says the citizen sinn fein amhain the friends we love 
are by our side and the foes we hate before us 
 
the last farewell was affecting in the extreme from the belfries far 
and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the 
gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums 
punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance the deafening 
claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up 
the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its 
supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle a torrential rain 
poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the 
bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the 
lowest computation five hundred thousand persons a posse of dublin 
metropolitan police superintended by the chief commissioner in person 
maintained order in the vast throng for whom the york street brass and 
reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on 
their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from 
the cradle by speranza s plaintive muse special quick excursion trains 
and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our 
country cousins of whom there were large contingents considerable 
amusement was caused by the favourite dublin streetsingers l n h n and 
m ll g n who sang the night before larry was stretched in their usual 
mirth provoking fashion our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade 
with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody 
who has a corner in his heart for real irish fun without vulgarity 
will grudge them their hardearned pennies the children of the male and 
female foundling hospital who thronged the windows overlooking the scene 
were delighted with this unexpected addition to the day s entertainment 
and a word of praise is due to the little sisters of the poor for their 
excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children 
a genuinely instructive treat the viceregal houseparty which included 
many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by their excellencies to the most 
favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign 
delegation known as the friends of the emerald isle was accommodated 
on a tribune directly opposite the delegation present in full force 
consisted of commendatore bacibaci beninobenone the semiparalysed 
 doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a 
powerful steam crane monsieur pierrepaul petit patant the grandjoker 
vladinmire pokethankertscheff the archjoker leopold rudolph von 
schwanzenbad hodenthaler countess marha vir ga kis szony putr pesthi 
hiram y bomboost count athanatos karamelopulos ali baba backsheesh 
rahat lokum effendi senor hidalgo caballero don pecadillo y palabras 
y paternoster de la malora de la malaria hokopoko harakiri hi hung 
chang olaf kobberkeddelsen mynheer trik van trumps pan poleaxe 
paddyrisky goosepond prhklstr kratchinabritchisitch borus 
hupinkoff herr hurhausdirektorpresident hans chuechli steuerli 
nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent 
 generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor kriegfried ueberallgemein all the 
delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest 
possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which 
they had been called upon to witness an animated altercation in which 
all took part ensued among the f o t e i as to whether the eighth 
or the ninth of march was the correct date of the birth of ireland s 
patron saint in the course of the argument cannonballs scimitars 
boomerangs blunderbusses stinkpots meatchoppers umbrellas 
catapults knuckledusters sandbags lumps of pig iron were resorted to 
and blows were freely exchanged the baby policeman constable 
macfadden summoned by special courier from booterstown quickly 
restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth 
of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending 
parties the readywitted ninefooter s suggestion at once appealed to all 
and was unanimously accepted constable macfadden was heartily 
congratulated by all the f o t e i several of whom were bleeding 
profusely commendatore beninobenone having been extricated from 
underneath the presidential armchair it was explained by his legal 
adviser avvocato pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his 
thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the 
pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their 
senses the objects which included several hundred ladies and 
gentlemen s gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their 
rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme 
 
quietly unassumingly rumbold stepped on to the scaffold in faultless 
morning dress and wearing his favourite flower the gladiolus 
cruentus he announced his presence by that gentle rumboldian cough 
which so many have tried unsuccessfully to imitate short 
painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man the arrival of the 
worldrenowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the 
huge concourse the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in 
their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates 
cheered vociferously in a medley of cries hoch banzai eljen zivio 
chinchin polla kronia hiphip vive allah amid which the ringing 
 evviva of the delegate of the land of song a high double f recalling 
those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch catalani beglamoured 
our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable it was exactly 
seventeen o clock the signal for prayer was then promptly given by 
megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared the commendatore s 
patriarchal sombrero which has been in the possession of his family 
since the revolution of rienzi being removed by his medical adviser 
in attendance dr pippi the learned prelate who administered the last 
comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death 
penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater his 
cassock above his hoary head and offered up to the throne of grace 
fervent prayers of supplication hand by the block stood the grim figure 
of the executioner his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot 
with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered 
furiously as he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his 
horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated 
in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been provided by the 
admirers of his fell but necessary office on a handsome mahogany table 
near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife the various 
finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the 
worldfamous firm of cutlers messrs john round and sons sheffield 
a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum colon 
blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two 
commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the 
most precious victim the housesteward of the amalgamated cats and 
dogs home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished 
to that beneficent institution quite an excellent repast consisting of 
rashers and eggs fried steak and onions done to a nicety delicious 
hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided 
by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the 
tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced 
the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he 
with an abnegation rare in these our times rose nobly to the occasion 
and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal 
should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and 
indigent roomkeepers association as a token of his regard and esteem 
the nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing 
bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders 
and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be 
launched into eternity for her sake the hero folded her willowy form in 
a loving embrace murmuring fondly sheila my own encouraged by 
this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various 
suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb 
permitted her ardour to reach she swore to him as they mingled the salt 
streams of their tears that she would ever cherish his memory that she 
would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his 
lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in clonturk park she 
brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood 
together on the banks of anna liffey when they had indulged in the 
innocent pastimes of the young and oblivious of the dreadful present 
they both laughed heartily all the spectators including the venerable 
pastor joining in the general merriment that monster audience simply 
rocked with delight but anon they were overcome with grief and clasped 
their hands for the last time a fresh torrent of tears burst from their 
lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people touched to the inmost 
core broke into heartrending sobs not the least affected being the 
aged prebendary himself big strong men officers of the peace and 
genial giants of the royal irish constabulary were making frank use of 
their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye 
in that record assemblage a most romantic incident occurred when a 
handsome young oxford graduate noted for his chivalry towards the fair 
sex stepped forward and presenting his visiting card bankbook 
and genealogical tree solicited the hand of the hapless young lady 
requesting her to name the day and was accepted on the spot every lady 
in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion 
in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch a timely and generous 
act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion and when the gallant young 
oxonian the bearer by the way of one of the most timehonoured names 
in albion s history placed on the finger of his blushing fianc e an 
expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a 
fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds nay even the 
ster provostmarshal lieutenantcolonel tomkin maxwell ffrenchmullan 
tomlinson who presided on the sad occasion he who had blown a 
considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching 
could not now restrain his natural emotion with his mailed gauntlet 
he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard by those privileged 
burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage to murmur to 
himself in a faltering undertone 
 
 god blimey if she aint a clinker that there bleeding tart blimey it 
makes me kind of bleeding cry straight it does when i sees her cause 
i thinks of my old mashtub what s waiting for me down limehouse way 
 
so then the citizen begins talking about the irish language and the 
corporation meeting and all to that and the shoneens that can t speak 
their own language and joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a 
quid and bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that 
he cadged off of joe and talking about the gaelic league and the 
antitreating league and drink the curse of ireland antitreating is 
about the size of it gob he d let you pour all manner of drink down 
his throat till the lord would call him before you d ever see the froth 
of his pint and one night i went in with a fellow into one of their 
musical evenings song and dance about she could get up on a truss of 
hay she could my maureen lay and there was a fellow with a ballyhooly 
blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him in irish and a lot of colleen 
bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals 
and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns gob flahoolagh 
entertainment don t be talking ireland sober is ireland free and 
then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers 
shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of and one or two 
sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the 
females hitting below the belt 
 
so howandever as i was saying the old dog seeing the tin was empty 
starts mousing around by joe and me i d train him by kindness so i 
would if he was my dog give him a rousing fine kick now and again 
where it wouldn t blind him 
 
 afraid he ll bite you says the citizen jeering 
 
 no says i but he might take my leg for a lamppost 
 
so he calls the old dog over 
 
 what s on you garry says he 
 
then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in irish and the 
old towser growling letting on to answer like a duet in the opera 
such growling you never heard as they let off between them someone that 
has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to 
the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that growling 
and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the 
hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws 
 
all those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the 
lower animals and their name is legion should make a point of not 
missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the 
famous old irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of 
garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and 
acquaintances owen garry the exhibition which is the result of years 
of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system 
comprises among other achievements the recitation of verse our 
greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us 
has left no stone unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare 
the verse recited and has found it bears a striking resemblance the 
italics are ours to the ranns of ancient celtic bards we are not 
speaking so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the writer who 
conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the little 
sweet branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather as 
a contributor d o c points out in an interesting communication 
published by an evening contemporary of the harsher and more personal 
note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous raftery and 
of donal macconsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present 
very much in the public eye we subjoin a specimen which has been 
rendered into english by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we 
are not at liberty to disclose though we believe that our readers will 
find the topical allusion rather more than an indication the metrical 
system of the canine original which recalls the intricate alliterative 
and isosyllabic rules of the welsh englyn is infinitely more 
complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has 
been well caught perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly 
increased if owen s verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in 
a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour 
 
 the curse of my curses 
 seven days every day 
 and seven dry thursdays 
 on you barney kiernan 
 has no sup of water 
 to cool my courage 
 and my guts red roaring 
 after lowry s lights 
 
so he told terry to bring some water for the dog and gob you could 
hear him lapping it up a mile off and joe asked him would he have 
another 
 
 i will says he a chara to show there s no ill feeling 
 
gob he s not as green as he s cabbagelooking arsing around from one 
pub to another leaving it to your own honour with old giltrap s dog 
and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators entertainment for 
man and beast and says joe 
 
 could you make a hole in another pint 
 
 could a swim duck says i 
 
 same again terry says joe are you sure you won t have anything in 
the way of liquid refreshment says he 
 
 thank you no says bloom as a matter of fact i just wanted to meet 
martin cunningham don t you see about this insurance of poor dignam s 
martin asked me to go to the house you see he dignam i mean didn t 
serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time and 
nominally under the act the mortgagee can t recover on the policy 
 
 holy wars says joe laughing that s a good one if old shylock is 
landed so the wife comes out top dog what 
 
 well that s a point says bloom for the wife s admirers 
 
 whose admirers says joe 
 
 the wife s advisers i mean says bloom 
 
then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act 
like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench and for the benefit 
of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand that 
dignam owed bridgeman the money and if now the wife or the widow 
contested the mortgagee s right till he near had the head of me addled 
with his mortgagor under the act he was bloody safe he wasn t run in 
himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a 
friend in court selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal 
hungarian privileged lottery true as you re there o commend me to an 
israelite royal and privileged hungarian robbery 
 
so bob doran comes lurching around asking bloom to tell mrs dignam he 
was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and 
to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was 
never a truer a finer than poor little willy that s dead to tell her 
choking with bloody foolery and shaking bloom s hand doing the tragic 
to tell her that shake hands brother you re a rogue and i m another 
 
 let me said he so far presume upon our acquaintance which however 
slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time is founded 
as i hope and believe on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of 
you this favour but should i have overstepped the limits of reserve 
let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness 
 
 no rejoined the other i appreciate to the full the motives which 
actuate your conduct and i shall discharge the office you entrust to 
me consoled by the reflection that though the errand be one of sorrow 
this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of 
the cup 
 
 then suffer me to take your hand said he the goodness of your heart 
i feel sure will dictate to you better than my inadequate words 
the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose 
poignancy were i to give vent to my feelings would deprive me even of 
speech 
 
and off with him and out trying to walk straight boosed at five 
o clock night he was near being lagged only paddy leonard knew the 
bobby a blind to the world up in a shebeen in bride street after 
closing time fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard drinking 
porter out of teacups and calling himself a frenchy for the shawls 
joseph manuo and talking against the catholic religion and he serving 
mass in adam and eve s when he was young with his eyes shut who wrote 
the new testament and the old testament and hugging and smugging and 
the two shawls killed with the laughing picking his pockets the bloody 
fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls 
screeching laughing at one another how is your testament have you got 
an old testament only paddy was passing there i tell you what then 
see him of a sunday with his little concubine of a wife and she wagging 
her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her no 
less and her violets nice as pie doing the little lady jack mooney s 
sister and the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street 
couples gob jack made him toe the line told him if he didn t patch up 
the pot jesus he d kick the shite out of him 
 
so terry brought the three pints 
 
 here says joe doing the honours here citizen 
 
 slan leat says he 
 
 fortune joe says i good health citizen 
 
gob he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already want a small 
fortune to keep him in drinks 
 
 who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty alf says joe 
 
 friend of yours says alf 
 
 nannan says joe the mimber 
 
 i won t mention any names says alf 
 
 i thought so says joe i saw him up at that meeting now with william 
field m p the cattle traders 
 
 hairy iopas says the citizen that exploded volcano the darling of 
all countries and the idol of his own 
 
so joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease 
and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen 
sending them all to the rightabout and bloom coming out with his 
sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the 
guaranteed remedy for timber tongue because he was up one time in a 
knacker s yard walking about with his book and pencil here s my head 
and my heels are coming till joe cuffe gave him the order of the boot 
for giving lip to a grazier mister knowall teach your grandmother how 
to milk ducks pisser burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used 
to be in rivers of tears some times with mrs o dowd crying her eyes out 
with her eight inches of fat all over her couldn t loosen her farting 
strings but old cod s eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do 
it what s your programme today ay humane methods because the poor 
animals suffer and experts say and the best known remedy that doesn t 
cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently gob 
he d have a soft hand under a hen 
 
ga ga gara klook klook klook black liz is our hen she lays eggs for 
us when she lays her egg she is so glad gara klook klook klook then 
comes good uncle leo he puts his hand under black liz and takes her 
fresh egg ga ga ga ga gara klook klook klook 
 
 anyhow says joe field and nannetti are going over tonight to london 
to ask about it on the floor of the house of commons 
 
 are you sure says bloom the councillor is going i wanted to see 
him as it happens 
 
 well he s going off by the mailboat says joe tonight 
 
 that s too bad says bloom i wanted particularly perhaps only mr 
field is going i couldn t phone no you re sure 
 
 nannan s going too says joe the league told him to ask a question 
tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding irish games in the 
park what do you think of that citizen the sluagh na h eireann 
 
mr cowe conacre multifarnham nat arising out of the question of 
my honourable friend the member for shillelagh may i ask the right 
honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these 
animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming 
as to their pathological condition 
 
mr allfours tamoshant con honourable members are already in 
possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole 
house i feel i cannot usefully add anything to that the answer to the 
honourable member s question is in the affirmative 
 
mr orelli o reilly montenotte nat have similar orders been issued 
for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play irish games in the 
phoenix park 
 
mr allfours the answer is in the negative 
 
mr cowe conacre has the right honourable gentleman s famous 
mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the treasury 
bench o o 
 
mr allfours i must have notice of that question 
 
mr staylewit buncombe ind don t hesitate to shoot 
 
 ironical opposition cheers 
 
the speaker order order 
 
 the house rises cheers 
 
 there s the man says joe that made the gaelic sports revival there 
he is sitting there the man that got away james stephens the champion 
of all ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot what was your best 
throw citizen 
 
 na bacleis says the citizen letting on to be modest there was a 
time i was as good as the next fellow anyhow 
 
 put it there citizen says joe you were and a bloody sight better 
 
 is that really a fact says alf 
 
 yes says bloom that s well known did you not know that 
 
so off they started about irish sports and shoneen games the like of 
lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil 
and building up a nation once again and all to that and of course bloom 
had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower s heart violent 
exercise was bad i declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw 
from the bloody floor and if you said to bloom look at bloom do you 
see that straw that s a straw declare to my aunt he d talk about it 
for an hour so he would and talk steady 
 
a most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of brian 
o ciarnain s in sraid na bretaine bheag under the auspices of 
 sluagh na h eireann on the revival of ancient gaelic sports and the 
importance of physical culture as understood in ancient greece and 
ancient rome and ancient ireland for the development of the race 
the venerable president of the noble order was in the chair and the 
attendance was of large dimensions after an instructive discourse by 
the chairman a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed 
a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard 
of excellence ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of 
the ancient games and sports of our ancient panceltic forefathers the 
wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue mr 
joseph m carthy hynes made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of 
the ancient gaelic sports and pastimes practised morning and evening 
by finn maccool as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly 
strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages l bloom who 
met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses having espoused the 
negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close in 
response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of 
a bumper house by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal 
thomas osborne davis evergreen verses happily too familiar to need 
recalling here a nation once again in the execution of which the 
veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction 
to have fairly excelled himself the irish caruso garibaldi was in 
superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest 
advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing 
it his superb highclass vocalism which by its superquality greatly 
enhanced his already international reputation was vociferously 
applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many 
prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press 
and the bar and the other learned professions the proceedings then 
terminated 
 
amongst the clergy present were the very rev william delany s j l 
l d the rt rev gerald molloy d d the rev p j kavanagh c s 
sp the rev t waters c c the rev john m ivers p p the rev 
p j cleary o s f the rev l j hickey o p the very rev fr 
nicholas o s f c the very rev b gorman o d c the rev t 
maher s j the very rev james murphy s j the rev john lavery 
v f the very rev william doherty d d the rev peter fagan o 
m the rev t brangan o s a the rev j flavin c c the 
rev m a hackett c c the rev w hurley c c the rt rev mgr 
m manus v g the rev b r slattery o m i the very rev m 
d scally p p the rev f t purcell o p the very rev timothy 
canon gorman p p the rev j flanagan c c the laity included p 
fay t quirke etc etc 
 
 talking about violent exercise says alf were you at that 
keogh bennett match 
 
 no says joe 
 
 i heard so and so made a cool hundred quid over it says alf 
 
 who blazes says joe 
 
and says bloom 
 
 what i meant about tennis for example is the agility and training 
the eye 
 
 ay blazes says alf he let out that myler was on the beer to run up 
the odds and he swatting all the time 
 
 we know him says the citizen the traitor s son we know what put 
english gold in his pocket 
 
 true for you says joe 
 
and bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the 
blood asking alf 
 
 now don t you think bergan 
 
 myler dusted the floor with him says alf heenan and sayers was only 
a bloody fool to it handed him the father and mother of a beating see 
the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping god 
he gave him one last puck in the wind queensberry rules and all made 
him puke what he never ate 
 
it was a historic and a hefty battle when myler and percy were scheduled 
to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns handicapped as he 
was by lack of poundage dublin s pet lamb made up for it by superlative 
skill in ringcraft the final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both 
champions the welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret 
in the previous mixup during which keogh had been receivergeneral of 
rights and lefts the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the 
pet s nose and myler came on looking groggy the soldier got to 
business leading off with a powerful left jab to which the irish 
gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of 
bennett s jaw the redcoat ducked but the dubliner lifted him with a 
left hook the body punch being a fine one the men came to handigrips 
myler quickly became busy and got his man under the bout ending with 
the bulkier man on the ropes myler punishing him the englishman whose 
right eye was nearly closed took his corner where he was liberally 
drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of 
pluck confident of knocking out the fistic eblanite in jigtime it was 
a fight to a finish and the best man for it the two fought like tigers 
and excitement ran fever high the referee twice cautioned pucking percy 
for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch 
after a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of 
the military man brought blood freely from his opponent s mouth the 
lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to 
battling bennett s stomach flooring him flat it was a knockout clean 
and clever amid tense expectation the portobello bruiser was being 
counted out when bennett s second ole pfotts wettstein threw in the 
towel and the santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of 
the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with 
delight 
 
 he knows which side his bread is buttered says alf i hear he s 
running a concert tour now up in the north 
 
 he is says joe isn t he 
 
 who says bloom ah yes that s quite true yes a kind of summer 
tour you see just a holiday 
 
 mrs b is the bright particular star isn t she says joe 
 
 my wife says bloom she s singing yes i think it will be a success 
too 
 
he s an excellent man to organise excellent 
 
hoho begob says i to myself says i that explains the milk in the 
cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal s chest blazes doing the 
tootle on the flute concert tour dirty dan the dodger s son off island 
bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight 
the boers old whatwhat i called about the poor and water rate mr 
boylan you what the water rate mr boylan you whatwhat that s the 
bucko that ll organise her take my tip twixt me and you caddareesh 
 
pride of calpe s rocky mount the ravenhaired daughter of tweedy there 
grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air the 
gardens of alameda knew her step the garths of olives knew and bowed 
the chaste spouse of leopold is she marion of the bountiful bosoms 
 
and lo there entered one of the clan of the o molloy s a comely hero 
of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy his majesty s counsel learned 
in the law and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of 
lambert 
 
 hello ned 
 
 hello alf 
 
 hello jack 
 
 hello joe 
 
 god save you says the citizen 
 
 save you kindly says j j what ll it be ned 
 
 half one says ned 
 
so j j ordered the drinks 
 
 were you round at the court says joe 
 
 yes says j j he ll square that ned says he 
 
 hope so says ned 
 
now what were those two at j j getting him off the grand jury list 
and the other give him a leg over the stile with his name in stubbs s 
playing cards hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their 
eye adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders 
pawning his gold watch in cummins of francis street where no one would 
know him in the private office when i was there with pisser releasing 
his boots out of the pop what s your name sir dunne says he ay and 
done says i gob he ll come home by weeping cross one of those days 
i m thinking 
 
 did you see that bloody lunatic breen round there says alf u p up 
 
 yes says j j looking for a private detective 
 
 ay says ned and he wanted right go wrong to address the court only 
corny kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined 
first 
 
 ten thousand pounds says alf laughing god i d give anything to 
hear him before a judge and jury 
 
 was it you did it alf says joe the truth the whole truth and 
nothing but the truth so help you jimmy johnson 
 
 me says alf don t cast your nasturtiums on my character 
 
 whatever statement you make says joe will be taken down in evidence 
against you 
 
 of course an action would lie says j j it implies that he is not 
 compos mentis u p up 
 
 compos your eye says alf laughing do you know that he s balmy 
look at his head do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat 
on with a shoehorn 
 
 yes says j j but the truth of a libel is no defence to an 
indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law 
 
 ha ha alf says joe 
 
 still says bloom on account of the poor woman i mean his wife 
 
 pity about her says the citizen or any other woman marries a half 
and half 
 
 how half and half says bloom do you mean he 
 
 half and half i mean says the citizen a fellow that s neither fish 
nor flesh 
 
 nor good red herring says joe 
 
 that what s i mean says the citizen a pishogue if you know what 
that is 
 
begob i saw there was trouble coming and bloom explaining he meant on 
account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the 
old stuttering fool cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody 
povertystricken breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him 
bringing down the rain and she with her nose cockahoop after she 
married him because a cousin of his old fellow s was pewopener to the 
pope picture of him on the wall with his smashall sweeney s moustaches 
the signior brini from summerhill the eyetallyano papal zouave to the 
holy father has left the quay and gone to moss street and who was 
he tell us a nobody two pair back and passages at seven shillings a 
week and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to 
the world 
 
 and moreover says j j a postcard is publication it was held to 
be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase sadgrove v hole in my 
opinion an action might lie 
 
six and eightpence please who wants your opinion let us drink our 
pints in peace gob we won t be let even do that much itself 
 
 well good health jack says ned 
 
 good health ned says j j 
 
 there he is again says joe 
 
 where says alf 
 
and begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter 
and the wife beside him and corny kelleher with his wall eye looking in 
as they went past talking to him like a father trying to sell him a 
secondhand coffin 
 
 how did that canada swindle case go off says joe 
 
 remanded says j j 
 
one of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of james 
wought alias saphiro alias spark and spiro put an ad in the papers 
saying he d give a passage to canada for twenty bob what do you see 
any green in the white of my eye course it was a bloody barney what 
swindled them all skivvies and badhachs from the county meath ay and 
his own kidney too j j was telling us there was an ancient hebrew 
zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him 
swearing by the holy moses he was stuck for two quid 
 
 who tried the case says joe 
 
 recorder says ned 
 
 poor old sir frederick says alf you can cod him up to the two eyes 
 
 heart as big as a lion says ned tell him a tale of woe about arrears 
of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and faith he ll dissolve 
in tears on the bench 
 
 ay says alf reuben j was bloody lucky he didn t clap him in the dock 
the other day for suing poor little gumley that s minding stones for 
the corporation there near butt bridge 
 
and he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry 
 
 a most scandalous thing this poor hardworking man how many children 
ten did you say 
 
 yes your worship and my wife has the typhoid 
 
 and the wife with typhoid fever scandalous leave the court 
immediately sir no sir i ll make no order for payment how dare you 
sir come up before me and ask me to make an order a poor hardworking 
industrious man i dismiss the case 
 
and whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and 
in the third week after the feastday of the holy and undivided trinity 
the daughter of the skies the virgin moon being then in her first 
quarter it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the 
halls of law there master courtenay sitting in his own chamber gave 
his rede and master justice andrews sitting without a jury in the 
probate court weighed well and pondered the claim of the first 
chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and 
final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of 
the late lamented jacob halliday vintner deceased versus livingstone 
an infant of unsound mind and another and to the solemn court of 
green street there came sir frederick the falconer and he sat him there 
about the hour of five o clock to administer the law of the brehons at 
the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the 
county of the city of dublin and there sat with him the high sinhedrim 
of the twelve tribes of iar for every tribe one man of the tribe of 
patrick and of the tribe of hugh and of the tribe of owen and of the 
tribe of conn and of the tribe of oscar and of the tribe of fergus and 
of the tribe of finn and of the tribe of dermot and of the tribe of 
cormac and of the tribe of kevin and of the tribe of caolte and of the 
tribe of ossian there being in all twelve good men and true and he 
conjured them by him who died on rood that they should well and 
truly try and true deliverance make in the issue joined between their 
sovereign lord the king and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict 
give according to the evidence so help them god and kiss the book and 
they rose in their seats those twelve of iar and they swore by 
the name of him who is from everlasting that they would do his 
rightwiseness and straightway the minions of the law led forth from 
their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended 
in consequence of information received and they shackled him hand and 
foot and would take of him ne bail ne mainprise but preferred a charge 
against him for he was a malefactor 
 
 those are nice things says the citizen coming over here to ireland 
filling the country with bugs 
 
so bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts talking with joe 
telling him he needn t trouble about that little matter till the first 
but if he would just say a word to mr crawford and so joe swore high 
and holy by this and by that he d do the devil and all 
 
 because you see says bloom for an advertisement you must have 
repetition that s the whole secret 
 
 rely on me says joe 
 
 swindling the peasants says the citizen and the poor of ireland we 
want no more strangers in our house 
 
 o i m sure that will be all right hynes says bloom it s just that 
keyes you see 
 
 consider that done says joe 
 
 very kind of you says bloom 
 
 the strangers says the citizen our own fault we let them come in 
we brought them in the adulteress and her paramour brought the saxon 
robbers here 
 
 decree nisi says j j 
 
and bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing a 
spider s web in the corner behind the barrel and the citizen scowling 
after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and 
when 
 
 a dishonoured wife says the citizen that s what s the cause of all 
our misfortunes 
 
 and here she is says alf that was giggling over the police gazette 
with terry on the counter in all her warpaint 
 
 give us a squint at her says i 
 
and what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures terry borrows off 
of corny kelleher secrets for enlarging your private parts misconduct 
of society belle norman w tupper wealthy chicago contractor finds 
pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer taylor belle in her 
bloomers misconducting herself and her fancyman feeling for her tickles 
and norman w tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be 
late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer taylor 
 
 o jakers jenny says joe how short your shirt is 
 
 there s hair joe says i get a queer old tailend of corned beef off 
of that one what 
 
so anyhow in came john wyse nolan and lenehan with him with a face on 
him as long as a late breakfast 
 
 well says the citizen what s the latest from the scene of action 
what did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide 
about the irish language 
 
o nolan clad in shining armour low bending made obeisance to the 
puissant and high and mighty chief of all erin and did him to wit of 
that which had befallen how that the grave elders of the most obedient 
city second of the realm had met them in the tholsel and there after 
due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal had taken solemn 
counsel whereby they might if so be it might be bring once more into 
honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided gael 
 
 it s on the march says the citizen to hell with the bloody brutal 
sassenachs and their patois 
 
so j j puts in a word doing the toff about one story was good till 
you heard another and blinking facts and the nelson policy putting your 
blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach 
a nation and bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and 
their colonies and their civilisation 
 
 their syphilisation you mean says the citizen to hell with 
them the curse of a goodfornothing god light sideways on the bloody 
thicklugged sons of whores gets no music and no art and no literature 
worthy of the name any civilisation they have they stole from us 
tonguetied sons of bastards ghosts 
 
 the european family says j j 
 
 they re not european says the citizen i was in europe with kevin 
egan of paris you wouldn t see a trace of them or their language 
anywhere in europe except in a cabinet d aisance 
 
and says john wyse 
 
 full many a flower is born to blush unseen 
 
and says lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo 
 
 conspuez les anglais perfide albion 
 
he said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the 
medher of dark strong foamy ale and uttering his tribal slogan lamh 
dearg abu he drank to the undoing of his foes a race of mighty 
valorous heroes rulers of the waves who sit on thrones of alabaster 
silent as the deathless gods 
 
 what s up with you says i to lenehan you look like a fellow that had 
lost a bob and found a tanner 
 
 gold cup says he 
 
 who won mr lenehan says terry 
 
 throwaway says he at twenty to one a rank outsider and the rest 
nowhere 
 
 and bass s mare says terry 
 
 still running says he we re all in a cart boylan plunged two quid 
on my tip sceptre for himself and a lady friend 
 
 i had half a crown myself says terry on zinfandel that mr flynn 
gave me lord howard de walden s 
 
 twenty to one says lenehan such is life in an outhouse throwaway 
says he takes the biscuit and talking about bunions frailty thy name 
is sceptre 
 
so he went over to the biscuit tin bob doran left to see if there was 
anything he could lift on the nod the old cur after him backing his 
luck with his mangy snout up old mother hubbard went to the cupboard 
 
 not there my child says he 
 
 keep your pecker up says joe she d have won the money only for the 
other dog 
 
and j j and the citizen arguing about law and history with bloom 
sticking in an odd word 
 
 some people says bloom can see the mote in others eyes but they 
can t see the beam in their own 
 
 raimeis says the citizen there s no one as blind as the fellow 
that won t see if you know what that means where are our missing 
twenty millions of irish should be here today instead of four our lost 
tribes and our potteries and textiles the finest in the whole world 
and our wool that was sold in rome in the time of juvenal and our flax 
and our damask from the looms of antrim and our limerick lace our 
tanneries and our white flint glass down there by ballybough and our 
huguenot poplin that we have since jacquard de lyon and our woven silk 
and our foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the carmelite convent 
in new ross nothing like it in the whole wide world where are the 
greek merchants that came through the pillars of hercules the gibraltar 
now grabbed by the foe of mankind with gold and tyrian purple to 
sell in wexford at the fair of carmen read tacitus and ptolemy even 
giraldus cambrensis wine peltries connemara marble silver from 
tipperary second to none our farfamed horses even today the irish 
hobbies with king philip of spain offering to pay customs duties for 
the right to fish in our waters what do the yellowjohns of anglia owe 
us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths and the beds of the 
barrow and shannon they won t deepen with millions of acres of marsh and 
bog to make us all die of consumption 
 
 as treeless as portugal we ll be soon says john wyse or heligoland 
with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land 
larches firs all the trees of the conifer family are going fast i was 
reading a report of lord castletown s 
 
 save them says the citizen the giant ash of galway and the chieftain 
elm of kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage save the 
trees of ireland for the future men of ireland on the fair hills of 
eire o 
 
 europe has its eyes on you says lenehan 
 
the fashionable international world attended en masse this afternoon 
at the wedding of the chevalier jean wyse de neaulan grand high chief 
ranger of the irish national foresters with miss fir conifer of pine 
valley lady sylvester elmshade mrs barbara lovebirch mrs poll ash 
mrs holly hazeleyes miss daphne bays miss dorothy canebrake mrs clyde 
twelvetrees mrs rowan greene mrs helen vinegadding miss virginia 
creeper miss gladys beech miss olive garth miss blanche maple mrs 
maud mahogany miss myra myrtle miss priscilla elderflower miss 
bee honeysuckle miss grace poplar miss o mimosa san miss rachel 
cedarfrond the misses lilian and viola lilac miss timidity aspenall 
mrs kitty dewey mosse miss may hawthorne mrs gloriana palme mrs liana 
forrest mrs arabella blackwood and mrs norma holyoake of oakholme regis 
graced the ceremony by their presence the bride who was given away by 
her father the m conifer of the glands looked exquisitely charming in 
a creation carried out in green mercerised silk moulded on an underslip 
of gloaming grey sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with 
a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe the scheme being relieved by 
bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze the maids of honour miss 
larch conifer and miss spruce conifer sisters of the bride wore very 
becoming costumes in the same tone a dainty motif of plume rose being 
worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the 
jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral 
senhor enrique flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability 
and in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass played 
a new and striking arrangement of woodman spare that tree at the 
conclusion of the service on leaving the church of saint fiacre in 
horto after the papal blessing the happy pair were subjected to a 
playful crossfire of hazelnuts beechmast bayleaves catkins of willow 
ivytod hollyberries mistletoe sprigs and quicken shoots mr and mrs 
wyse conifer neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the black forest 
 
 and our eyes are on europe says the citizen we had our trade with 
spain and the french and with the flemings before those mongrels were 
pupped spanish ale in galway the winebark on the winedark waterway 
 
 and will again says joe 
 
 and with the help of the holy mother of god we will again says the 
citizen clapping his thigh our harbours that are empty will be full 
again queenstown kinsale galway blacksod bay ventry in the kingdom 
of kerry killybegs the third largest harbour in the wide world with 
a fleet of masts of the galway lynches and the cavan o reillys and the 
o kennedys of dublin when the earl of desmond could make a treaty with 
the emperor charles the fifth himself and will again says he when the 
first irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to 
the fore none of your henry tudor s harps no the oldest flag afloat 
the flag of the province of desmond and thomond three crowns on a blue 
field the three sons of milesius 
 
and he took the last swig out of the pint moya all wind and piss like 
a tanyard cat cows in connacht have long horns as much as his bloody 
life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled 
multitude in shanagolden where he daren t show his nose with the molly 
maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the 
holding of an evicted tenant 
 
 hear hear to that says john wyse what will you have 
 
 an imperial yeomanry says lenehan to celebrate the occasion 
 
 half one terry says john wyse and a hands up terry are you 
asleep 
 
 yes sir says terry small whisky and bottle of allsop right sir 
 
hanging over the bloody paper with alf looking for spicy bits instead of 
attending to the general public picture of a butting match trying to 
crack their bloody skulls one chap going for the other with his head 
down like a bull at a gate and another one black beast burned in 
omaha ga a lot of deadwood dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a 
sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under 
him gob they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and 
crucify him to make sure of their job 
 
 but what about the fighting navy says ned that keeps our foes at 
bay 
 
 i ll tell you what about it says the citizen hell upon earth it is 
read the revelations that s going on in the papers about flogging on 
the training ships at portsmouth a fellow writes that calls himself 
 disgusted one 
 
so he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew 
of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the 
parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad 
brought out howling for his ma and they tie him down on the buttend of 
a gun 
 
 a rump and dozen says the citizen was what that old ruffian sir john 
beresford called it but the modern god s englishman calls it caning on 
the breech 
 
and says john wyse 
 
 tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance 
 
then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane 
and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad 
till he yells meila murder 
 
 that s your glorious british navy says the citizen that bosses the 
earth 
 
the fellows that never will be slaves with the only hereditary chamber 
on the face of god s earth and their land in the hands of a dozen 
gamehogs and cottonball barons that s the great empire they boast about 
of drudges and whipped serfs 
 
 on which the sun never rises says joe 
 
 and the tragedy of it is says the citizen they believe it the 
unfortunate yahoos believe it 
 
they believe in rod the scourger almighty creator of hell upon earth 
and in jacky tar the son of a gun who was conceived of unholy boast 
born of the fighting navy suffered under rump and dozen was scarified 
flayed and curried yelled like bloody hell the third day he arose 
again from the bed steered into haven sitteth on his beamend till 
further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid 
 
 but says bloom isn t discipline the same everywhere i mean wouldn t 
it be the same here if you put force against force 
 
didn t i tell you as true as i m drinking this porter if he was at his 
last gasp he d try to downface you that dying was living 
 
 we ll put force against force says the citizen we have our greater 
ireland beyond the sea they were driven out of house and home in the 
black their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid 
low by the batteringram and the times rubbed its hands and told the 
whitelivered saxons there would soon be as few irish in ireland as 
redskins in america even the grand turk sent us his piastres but the 
sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full 
of crops that the british hyenas bought and sold in rio de janeiro ay 
they drove out the peasants in hordes twenty thousand of them died in 
the coffinships but those that came to the land of the free remember 
the land of bondage and they will come again and with a vengeance no 
cravens the sons of granuaile the champions of kathleen ni houlihan 
 
 perfectly true says bloom but my point was 
 
 we are a long time waiting for that day citizen says ned since the 
poor old woman told us that the french were on the sea and landed at 
killala 
 
 ay says john wyse we fought for the royal stuarts that reneged us 
against the williamites and they betrayed us remember limerick and the 
broken treatystone we gave our best blood to france and spain the 
wild geese fontenoy eh and sarsfield and o donnell duke of tetuan 
in spain and ulysses browne of camus that was fieldmarshal to maria 
teresa but what did we ever get for it 
 
 the french says the citizen set of dancing masters do you know 
what it is they were never worth a roasted fart to ireland aren t they 
trying to make an entente cordiale now at tay pay s dinnerparty with 
perfidious albion firebrands of europe and they always were 
 
 conspuez les fran ais says lenehan nobbling his beer 
 
 and as for the prooshians and the hanoverians says joe haven t we 
had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from george the 
elector down to the german lad and the flatulent old bitch that s dead 
 
jesus i had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one 
with the winkers on her blind drunk in her royal palace every night of 
god old vic with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting 
her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the 
whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about ehren on the rhine 
and come where the boose is cheaper 
 
 well says j j we have edward the peacemaker now 
 
 tell that to a fool says the citizen there s a bloody sight more pox 
than pax about that boyo edward guelph wettin 
 
 and what do you think says joe of the holy boys the priests 
and bishops of ireland doing up his room in maynooth in his satanic 
majesty s racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his 
jockeys rode the earl of dublin no less 
 
 they ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself says little 
alf 
 
and says j j 
 
 considerations of space influenced their lordships decision 
 
 will you try another citizen says joe 
 
 yes sir says he i will 
 
 you says joe 
 
 beholden to you joe says i may your shadow never grow less 
 
 repeat that dose says joe 
 
bloom was talking and talking with john wyse and he quite excited with 
his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling about 
 
 persecution says he all the history of the world is full of it 
perpetuating national hatred among nations 
 
 but do you know what a nation means says john wyse 
 
 yes says bloom 
 
 what is it says john wyse 
 
 a nation says bloom a nation is the same people living in the same 
place 
 
 by god then says ned laughing if that s so i m a nation for i m 
living in the same place for the past five years 
 
so of course everyone had the laugh at bloom and says he trying to muck 
out of it 
 
 or also living in different places 
 
 that covers my case says joe 
 
 what is your nation if i may ask says the citizen 
 
 ireland says bloom i was born here ireland 
 
the citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and 
gob he spat a red bank oyster out of him right in the corner 
 
 after you with the push joe says he taking out his handkerchief to 
swab himself dry 
 
 here you are citizen says joe take that in your right hand and 
repeat after me the following words 
 
the muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient irish facecloth 
attributed to solomon of droma and manus tomaltach og macdonogh authors 
of the book of ballymote was then carefully produced and called forth 
prolonged admiration no need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the 
cornerpieces the acme of art wherein one can distinctly discern each 
of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four masters 
his evangelical symbol a bogoak sceptre a north american puma a far 
nobler king of beasts than the british article be it said in passing 
a kerry calf and a golden eagle from carrantuohill the scenes depicted 
on the emunctory field showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs 
and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones are as 
wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the sligo 
illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in 
the time of the barmecides glendalough the lovely lakes of killarney 
the ruins of clonmacnois cong abbey glen inagh and the twelve pins 
ireland s eye the green hills of tallaght croagh patrick the brewery 
of messrs arthur guinness son and company limited lough neagh s 
banks the vale of ovoca isolde s tower the mapas obelisk sir patrick 
dun s hospital cape clear the glen of aherlow lynch s castle the 
scotch house rathdown union workhouse at loughlinstown tullamore jail 
castleconnel rapids kilballymacshonakill the cross at monasterboice 
jury s hotel s patrick s purgatory the salmon leap maynooth college 
refectory curley s hole the three birthplaces of the first duke of 
wellington the rock of cashel the bog of allen the henry street 
warehouse fingal s cave all these moving scenes are still there for us 
today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have 
passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time 
 
 show us over the drink says i which is which 
 
 that s mine says joe as the devil said to the dead policeman 
 
 and i belong to a race too says bloom that is hated and persecuted 
also now this very moment this very instant 
 
gob he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar 
 
 robbed says he plundered insulted persecuted taking what belongs 
to us by right at this very moment says he putting up his fist sold 
by auction in morocco like slaves or cattle 
 
 are you talking about the new jerusalem says the citizen 
 
 i m talking about injustice says bloom 
 
 right says john wyse stand up to it then with force like men 
 
that s an almanac picture for you mark for a softnosed bullet old 
lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun gob he d adorn a 
sweepingbrush so he would if he only had a nurse s apron on him and 
then he collapses all of a sudden twisting around all the opposite as 
limp as a wet rag 
 
 but it s no use says he force hatred history all that that s not 
life for men and women insult and hatred and everybody knows that it s 
the very opposite of that that is really life 
 
 what says alf 
 
 love says bloom i mean the opposite of hatred i must go now says 
he to john wyse just round to the court a moment to see if martin is 
there if he comes just say i ll be back in a second just a moment 
 
who s hindering you and off he pops like greased lightning 
 
 a new apostle to the gentiles says the citizen universal love 
 
 well says john wyse isn t that what we re told love your neighbour 
 
 that chap says the citizen beggar my neighbour is his motto love 
moya he s a nice pattern of a romeo and juliet 
 
love loves to love love nurse loves the new chemist constable a 
loves mary kelly gerty macdowell loves the boy that has the bicycle m 
b loves a fair gentleman li chi han lovey up kissy cha pu chow jumbo 
the elephant loves alice the elephant old mr verschoyle with the ear 
trumpet loves old mrs verschoyle with the turnedin eye the man in the 
brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead his majesty the king loves her 
majesty the queen mrs norman w tupper loves officer taylor you love 
a certain person and this person loves that other person because 
everybody loves somebody but god loves everybody 
 
 well joe says i your very good health and song more power 
citizen 
 
 hurrah there says joe 
 
 the blessing of god and mary and patrick on you says the citizen 
 
and he ups with his pint to wet his whistle 
 
 we know those canters says he preaching and picking your pocket 
what about sanctimonious cromwell and his ironsides that put the women 
and children of drogheda to the sword with the bible text god is love 
pasted round the mouth of his cannon the bible did you read that skit 
in the united irishman today about that zulu chief that s visiting 
england 
 
 what s that says joe 
 
so the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts 
reading out 
 
 a delegation of the chief cotton magnates of manchester was presented 
yesterday to his majesty the alaki of abeakuta by gold stick in waiting 
lord walkup of walkup on eggs to tender to his majesty the heartfelt 
thanks of british traders for the facilities afforded them in his 
dominions the delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which 
the dusky potentate in the course of a happy speech freely translated 
by the british chaplain the reverend ananias praisegod barebones 
tendered his best thanks to massa walkup and emphasised the cordial 
relations existing between abeakuta and the british empire stating that 
he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible 
the volume of the word of god and the secret of england s greatness 
graciously presented to him by the white chief woman the great squaw 
victoria with a personal dedication from the august hand of the royal 
donor the alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the 
toast black and white from the skull of his immediate predecessor in 
the dynasty kakachakachak surnamed forty warts after which he visited 
the chief factory of cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors 
book subsequently executing a charming old abeakutic wardance in the 
course of which he swallowed several knives and forks amid hilarious 
applause from the girl hands 
 
 widow woman says ned i wouldn t doubt her wonder did he put that 
bible to the same use as i would 
 
 same only more so says lenehan and thereafter in that fruitful land 
the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly 
 
 is that by griffith says john wyse 
 
 no says the citizen it s not signed shanganagh it s only 
initialled p 
 
 and a very good initial too says joe 
 
 that s how it s worked says the citizen trade follows the flag 
 
 well says j j if they re any worse than those belgians in the 
congo free state they must be bad did you read that report by a man 
what s this his name is 
 
 casement says the citizen he s an irishman 
 
 yes that s the man says j j raping the women and girls and 
flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can 
out of them 
 
 i know where he s gone says lenehan cracking his fingers 
 
 who says i 
 
 bloom says he the courthouse is a blind he had a few bob on 
 throwaway and he s gone to gather in the shekels 
 
 is it that whiteeyed kaffir says the citizen that never backed a 
horse in anger in his life 
 
 that s where he s gone says lenehan i met bantam lyons going to back 
that horse only i put him off it and he told me bloom gave him the tip 
bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on he s the 
only man in dublin has it a dark horse 
 
 he s a bloody dark horse himself says joe 
 
 mind joe says i show us the entrance out 
 
 there you are says terry 
 
goodbye ireland i m going to gort so i just went round the back of 
the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while i was 
letting off my throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says i 
to myself i knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of joe and one in 
slattery s off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings 
is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser burke was 
telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob must have 
done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she s 
better or she s ow all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if 
he won or jesus full up i was trading without a licence ow ireland 
my nation says he hoik phthook never be up to those bloody there s 
the last of it jerusalem ah cuckoos 
 
so anyhow when i got back they were at it dingdong john wyse saying it 
was bloom gave the ideas for sinn fein to griffith to put in his paper 
all kinds of jerrymandering packed juries and swindling the taxes off 
of the government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk 
about selling irish industries robbing peter to pay paul gob that 
puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show 
give us a bloody chance god save ireland from the likes of that bloody 
mouseabout mr bloom with his argol bargol and his old fellow before 
him perpetrating frauds old methusalem bloom the robbing bagman that 
poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country 
with his baubles and his penny diamonds loans by post on easy terms 
any amount of money advanced on note of hand distance no object no 
security gob he s like lanty machale s goat that d go a piece of the 
road with every one 
 
 well it s a fact says john wyse and there s the man now that ll 
tell you all about it martin cunningham 
 
sure enough the castle car drove up with martin on it and jack power 
with him and a fellow named crofter or crofton pensioner out of 
the collector general s an orangeman blackburn does have on the 
registration and he drawing his pay or crawford gallivanting around the 
country at the king s expense 
 
our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their 
palfreys 
 
 ho varlet cried he who by his mien seemed the leader of the party 
saucy knave to us 
 
so saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice 
 
mine host came forth at the summons girding him with his tabard 
 
 give you good den my masters said he with an obsequious bow 
 
 bestir thyself sirrah cried he who had knocked look to our steeds 
and for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it 
 
 lackaday good masters said the host my poor house has but a bare 
larder i know not what to offer your lordships 
 
 how now fellow cried the second of the party a man of pleasant 
countenance so servest thou the king s messengers master taptun 
 
an instantaneous change overspread the landlord s visage 
 
 cry you mercy gentlemen he said humbly an you be the king s 
messengers god shield his majesty you shall not want for aught the 
king s friends god bless his majesty shall not go afasting in my 
house i warrant me 
 
 then about cried the traveller who had not spoken a lusty 
trencherman by his aspect hast aught to give us 
 
mine host bowed again as he made answer 
 
 what say you good masters to a squab pigeon pasty some collops of 
venison a saddle of veal widgeon with crisp hog s bacon a boar s head 
with pistachios a bason of jolly custard a medlar tansy and a flagon 
of old rhenish 
 
 gadzooks cried the last speaker that likes me well pistachios 
 
 aha cried he of the pleasant countenance a poor house and a bare 
larder quotha tis a merry rogue 
 
so in comes martin asking where was bloom 
 
 where is he says lenehan defrauding widows and orphans 
 
 isn t that a fact says john wyse what i was telling the citizen 
about bloom and the sinn fein 
 
 that s so says martin or so they allege 
 
 who made those allegations says alf 
 
 i says joe i m the alligator 
 
 and after all says john wyse why can t a jew love his country like 
the next fellow 
 
 why not says j j when he s quite sure which country it is 
 
 is he a jew or a gentile or a holy roman or a swaddler or what the 
hell is he says ned or who is he no offence crofton 
 
 who is junius says j j 
 
 we don t want him says crofter the orangeman or presbyterian 
 
 he s a perverted jew says martin from a place in hungary and it was 
he drew up all the plans according to the hungarian system we know that 
in the castle 
 
 isn t he a cousin of bloom the dentist says jack power 
 
 not at all says martin only namesakes his name was virag the 
father s name that poisoned himself he changed it by deedpoll the 
father did 
 
 that s the new messiah for ireland says the citizen island of saints 
and sages 
 
 well they re still waiting for their redeemer says martin for that 
matter so are we 
 
 yes says j j and every male that s born they think it may be their 
messiah and every jew is in a tall state of excitement i believe till 
he knows if he s a father or a mother 
 
 expecting every moment will be his next says lenehan 
 
 o by god says ned you should have seen bloom before that son of his 
that died was born i met him one day in the south city markets buying a 
tin of neave s food six weeks before the wife was delivered 
 
 en ventre sa m re says j j 
 
 do you call that a man says the citizen 
 
 i wonder did he ever put it out of sight says joe 
 
 well there were two children born anyhow says jack power 
 
 and who does he suspect says the citizen 
 
gob there s many a true word spoken in jest one of those mixed 
middlings he is lying up in the hotel pisser was telling me once a 
month with headache like a totty with her courses do you know what i m 
telling you it d be an act of god to take a hold of a fellow the like 
of that and throw him in the bloody sea justifiable homicide so it 
would then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of 
stuff like a man give us your blessing not as much as would blind your 
eye 
 
 charity to the neighbour says martin but where is he we can t wait 
 
 a wolf in sheep s clothing says the citizen that s what he is virag 
from hungary ahasuerus i call him cursed by god 
 
 have you time for a brief libation martin says ned 
 
 only one says martin we must be quick j j and s 
 
 you jack crofton three half ones terry 
 
 saint patrick would want to land again at ballykinlar and convert us 
says the citizen after allowing things like that to contaminate our 
shores 
 
 well says martin rapping for his glass god bless all here is my 
prayer 
 
 amen says the citizen 
 
 and i m sure he will says joe 
 
and at the sound of the sacring bell headed by a crucifer with 
acolytes thurifers boatbearers readers ostiarii deacons and 
subdeacons the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors 
and guardians and monks and friars the monks of benedict of spoleto 
carthusians and camaldolesi cistercians and olivetans oratorians 
and vallombrosans and the friars of augustine brigittines 
premonstratensians servi trinitarians and the children of peter 
nolasco and therewith from carmel mount the children of elijah prophet 
led by albert bishop and by teresa of avila calced and other and 
friars brown and grey sons of poor francis capuchins cordeliers 
minimes and observants and the daughters of clara and the sons of 
dominic the friars preachers and the sons of vincent and the monks 
of s wolstan and ignatius his children and the confraternity of the 
christian brothers led by the reverend brother edmund ignatius rice and 
after came all saints and martyrs virgins and confessors s cyr and 
s isidore arator and s james the less and s phocas of sinope and s 
julian hospitator and s felix de cantalice and s simon stylites and 
s stephen protomartyr and s john of god and s ferreol and s leugarde 
and s theodotus and s vulmar and s richard and s vincent de paul and 
s martin of todi and s martin of tours and s alfred and s joseph and 
s denis and s cornelius and s leopold and s bernard and s terence 
and s edward and s owen caniculus and s anonymous and s eponymous 
and s pseudonymous and s homonymous and s paronymous and s 
synonymous and s laurence o toole and s james of dingle and 
compostella and s columcille and s columba and s celestine and s 
colman and s kevin and s brendan and s frigidian and s senan and s 
fachtna and s columbanus and s gall and s fursey and s fintan and s 
fiacre and s john nepomuc and s thomas aquinas and s ives of brittany 
and s michan and s herman joseph and the three patrons of holy youth 
s aloysius gonzaga and s stanislaus kostka and s john berchmans 
and the saints gervasius servasius and bonifacius and s bride and s 
kieran and s canice of kilkenny and s jarlath of tuam and s finbarr 
and s pappin of ballymun and brother aloysius pacificus and brother 
louis bellicosus and the saints rose of lima and of viterbo and s 
martha of bethany and s mary of egypt and s lucy and s brigid and 
s attracta and s dympna and s ita and s marion calpensis and 
the blessed sister teresa of the child jesus and s barbara and s 
scholastica and s ursula with eleven thousand virgins and all came 
with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae bearing palms and harps and swords 
and olive crowns in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of 
their efficacies inkhorns arrows loaves cruses fetters axes 
trees bridges babes in a bathtub shells wallets shears keys 
dragons lilies buckshot beards hogs lamps bellows beehives 
soupladles stars snakes anvils boxes of vaseline bells crutches 
forceps stags horns watertight boots hawks millstones eyes on a 
dish wax candles aspergills unicorns and as they wended their way by 
nelson s pillar henry street mary street capel street little britain 
street chanting the introit in epiphania domini which beginneth 
 surge illuminare and thereafter most sweetly the gradual omnes 
which saith de saba venient they did divers wonders such as casting 
out devils raising the dead to life multiplying fishes healing the 
halt and the blind discovering various articles which had been mislaid 
interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures blessing and prophesying 
and last beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend father 
o flynn attended by malachi and patrick and when the good fathers 
had reached the appointed place the house of bernard kiernan and co 
limited and little britain street wholesale grocers wine 
and brandy shippers licensed fo the sale of beer wine and spirits for 
consumption on the premises the celebrant blessed the house and censed 
the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and 
the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches 
and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with 
blessed water and prayed that god might bless that house as he had 
blessed the house of abraham and isaac and jacob and make the angels of 
his light to inhabit therein and entering he blessed the viands and the 
beverages and the company of all the blessed answered his prayers 
 
 adiutorium nostrum in nomine domini 
 
 qui fecit coelum et terram 
 
 dominus vobiscum 
 
 et cum spiritu tuo 
 
and he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed 
and they all with him prayed 
 
 deus cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia benedictionem tuam effunde 
super creaturas istas et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et 
voluntatem tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem 
sanctissimi nominis tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam te auctore 
percipiat per christum dominum nostrum 
 
 and so say all of us says jack 
 
 thousand a year lambert says crofton or crawford 
 
 right says ned taking up his john jameson and butter for fish 
 
i was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when 
be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a hurry 
 
 i was just round at the courthouse says he looking for you i hope 
i m not 
 
 no says martin we re ready 
 
courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver 
mean bloody scut stand us a drink itself devil a sweet fear there s 
a jew for you all for number one cute as a shithouse rat hundred to 
five 
 
 don t tell anyone says the citizen 
 
 beg your pardon says he 
 
 come on boys says martin seeing it was looking blue come along now 
 
 don t tell anyone says the citizen letting a bawl out of him it s a 
secret 
 
and the bloody dog woke up and let a growl 
 
 bye bye all says martin 
 
and he got them out as quick as he could jack power and crofton or 
whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all 
at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car 
 
 off with you says 
 
martin to the jarvey 
 
the milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and rising in the golden poop the 
helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward 
with all sail set the spinnaker to larboard a many comely nymphs drew 
nigh to starboard and to larboard and clinging to the sides of 
the noble bark they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning 
wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the 
equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them 
all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they 
ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair even so did 
they come and set them those willing nymphs the undying sisters and 
they laughed sporting in a circle of their foam and the bark clave the 
waves 
 
but begob i was just lowering the heel of the pint when i saw the 
citizen getting up to waddle to the door puffing and blowing with the 
dropsy and he cursing the curse of cromwell on him bell book and 
candle in irish spitting and spatting out of him and joe and little alf 
round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him 
 
 let me alone says he 
 
and begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls 
out of him 
 
 three cheers for israel 
 
arrah sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for christ sake 
and don t be making a public exhibition of yourself jesus there s 
always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about 
bloody nothing gob it d turn the porter sour in your guts so it 
would 
 
and all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and 
martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen bawling and alf 
and joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and 
the loafers calling for a speech and jack power trying to get him to sit 
down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over 
his eye starts singing if the man in the moon was a jew jew jew and 
a slut shouts out of her 
 
 eh mister your fly is open mister 
 
and says he 
 
 mendelssohn was a jew and karl marx and mercadante and spinoza and 
the saviour was a jew and his father was a jew your god 
 
 he had no father says martin that ll do now drive ahead 
 
 whose god says the citizen 
 
 well his uncle was a jew says he your god was a jew christ was a 
jew like me 
 
gob the citizen made a plunge back into the shop 
 
 by jesus says he i ll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy 
name 
 
by jesus i ll crucify him so i will give us that biscuitbox here 
 
 stop stop says joe 
 
a large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from 
the metropolis and greater dublin assembled in their thousands to bid 
farewell to nagyasagos uram lipoti virag late of messrs alexander 
thom s printers to his majesty on the occasion of his departure 
for the distant clime of szazharminczbrojugulyas dugulas meadow of 
murmuring waters the ceremony which went off with great clat was 
characterised by the most affecting cordiality an illuminated scroll 
of ancient irish vellum the work of irish artists was presented to 
the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the 
community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket tastefully 
executed in the style of ancient celtic ornament a work which reflects 
every credit on the makers messrs jacob agus jacob the departing 
guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation many of those who were 
present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of irish pipes 
struck up the wellknown strains of come back to erin followed 
immediately by rakoczsy s march tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted 
along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the hill of 
howth three rock mountain sugarloaf bray head the mountains of 
mourne the galtees the ox and donegal and sperrin peaks the nagles 
and the bograghs the connemara hills the reeks of m gillicuddy slieve 
aughty slieve bernagh and slieve bloom amid cheers that rent the 
welkin responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of 
henchmen on the distant cambrian and caledonian hills the mastodontic 
pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from 
the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers 
while as it proceeded down the river escorted by a flotilla of barges 
the flags of the ballast office and custom house were dipped in salute 
as were also those of the electrical power station at the 
pigeonhouse and the poolbeg light visszontl t sra kedves bar ton 
visszontl t sra gone but not forgotten 
 
gob the devil wouldn t stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin 
anyhow and out with him and little alf hanging on to his elbow and he 
shouting like a stuck pig as good as any bloody play in the queen s 
royal theatre 
 
 where is he till i murder him 
 
and ned and j j paralysed with the laughing 
 
 bloody wars says i i ll be in for the last gospel 
 
but as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag s head round the other 
way and off with him 
 
 hold on citizen says joe stop 
 
begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly mercy of god the 
sun was in his eyes or he d have left him for dead gob he near sent it 
into the county longford the bloody nag took fright and the old 
mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and 
laughing and the old tinbox clattering along the street 
 
the catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect the 
observatory of dunsink registered in all eleven shocks all of the fifth 
grade of mercalli s scale and there is no record extant of a similar 
seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of the year 
of the rebellion of silken thomas the epicentre appears to have been 
that part of the metropolis which constitutes the inn s quay ward and 
parish of saint michan covering a surface of fortyone acres two roods 
and one square pole or perch all the lordly residences in the vicinity 
of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself 
in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in 
progress is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be 
feared all the occupants have been buried alive from the reports of 
eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by 
a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character an article of 
headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the 
crown and peace mr george fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle 
with the engraved initials crest coat of arms and house number of 
the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir frederick 
falkiner recorder of dublin have been discovered by search parties 
in remote parts of the island respectively the former on the third 
basaltic ridge of the giant s causeway the latter embedded to the 
extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of holeopen bay near 
the old head of kinsale other eyewitnesses depose that they observed 
an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the 
atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest 
by west messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received 
from all parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has 
been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis 
shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every 
cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual 
authority of the holy see in suffrage of the souls of those faithful 
departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst 
the work of salvage removal of d bris human remains etc has been 
entrusted to messrs michael meade and son great brunswick street 
and messrs t and c martin and north wall assisted by 
the men and officers of the duke of cornwall s light infantry under the 
general supervision of h r h rear admiral the right honourable sir 
hercules hannibal habeas corpus anderson k g k p k t p c k 
c b m p j p m b d s o s o d m f h m r i a b 
l mus doc p l g f t c d f r u i f r c p i and f 
r c s i 
 
you never saw the like of it in all your born puff gob if he got that 
lottery ticket on the side of his poll he d remember the gold cup he 
would so but begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault and 
battery and joe for aiding and abetting the jarvey saved his life by 
furious driving as sure as god made moses what o jesus he did and 
he let a volley of oaths after him 
 
 did i kill him says he or what 
 
and he shouting to the bloody dog 
 
 after him garry after him boy 
 
and the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old 
sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his 
lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb 
hundred to five jesus he took the value of it out of him i promise 
you 
 
when lo there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld 
the chariot wherein he stood ascend to heaven and they beheld him in 
the chariot clothed upon in the glory of the brightness having raiment 
as of the sun fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not 
look upon him and there came a voice out of heaven calling elijah 
elijah and he answered with a main cry abba adonai and they 
beheld him even him ben bloom elijah amid clouds of angels ascend 
to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over 
donohoe s in little green street like a shot off a shovel 
 
 
 
the summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious 
embrace far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of 
all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand on the proud 
promontory of dear old howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay on 
the weedgrown rocks along sandymount shore and last but not least on 
the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness 
the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to 
the stormtossed heart of man mary star of the sea 
 
the three girl friends were seated on the rocks enjoying the evening 
scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly many a time and 
oft were they wont to come there to that favourite nook to have a cosy 
chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine cissy 
caffrey and edy boardman with the baby in the pushcar and tommy and 
jacky caffrey two little curlyheaded boys dressed in sailor suits with 
caps to match and the name h m s belleisle printed on both for tommy 
and jacky caffrey were twins scarce four years old and very noisy and 
spoiled twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with 
bright merry faces and endearing ways about them they were dabbling in 
the sand with their spades and buckets building castles as children do 
or playing with their big coloured ball happy as the day was long and 
edy boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while 
that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight he was but eleven 
months and nine days old and though still a tiny toddler was just 
beginning to lisp his first babyish words cissy caffrey bent over to 
him to tease his fat little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin 
 
 now baby cissy caffrey said say out big big i want a drink of 
water 
 
and baby prattled after her 
 
 a jink a jink a jawbo 
 
cissy caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children 
so patient with little sufferers and tommy caffrey could never be got to 
take his castor oil unless it was cissy caffrey that held his nose and 
promised him the scatty heel of the loaf or brown bread with golden 
syrup on what a persuasive power that girl had but to be sure baby 
boardman was as good as gold a perfect little dote in his new fancy 
bib none of your spoilt beauties flora macflimsy sort was cissy 
caffrey a truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life always with 
a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe 
red lips a girl lovable in the extreme and edy boardman laughed too at 
the quaint language of little brother 
 
but just then there was a slight altercation between master tommy and 
master jacky boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception 
to this golden rule the apple of discord was a certain castle of sand 
which master jacky had built and master tommy would have it right go 
wrong that it was to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the 
martello tower had but if master tommy was headstrong master jacky was 
selfwilled too and true to the maxim that every little irishman s house 
is his castle he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the 
wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate the coveted castle 
too needless to say the cries of discomfited master tommy drew the 
attention of the girl friends 
 
 come here tommy his sister called imperatively at once and you 
jacky for shame to throw poor tommy in the dirty sand wait till i 
catch you for that 
 
his eyes misty with unshed tears master tommy came at her call for their 
big sister s word was law with the twins and in a sad plight he was 
too after his misadventure his little man o war top and unmentionables 
were full of sand but cissy was a past mistress in the art of smoothing 
over life s tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to 
be seen on his smart little suit still the blue eyes were glistening 
with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and 
shook her hand at master jacky the culprit and said if she was near him 
she wouldn t be far from him her eyes dancing in admonition 
 
 nasty bold jacky she cried 
 
she put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly 
 
 what s your name butter and cream 
 
 tell us who is your sweetheart spoke edy boardman is cissy your 
sweetheart 
 
 nao tearful tommy said 
 
 is edy boardman your sweetheart cissy queried 
 
 nao tommy said 
 
 i know edy boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from 
her shortsighted eyes i know who is tommy s sweetheart gerty is 
tommy s sweetheart 
 
 nao tommy said on the verge of tears 
 
cissy s quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered to 
edy boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the gentleman 
couldn t see and to mind he didn t wet his new tan shoes 
 
but who was gerty 
 
gerty macdowell who was seated near her companions lost in thought 
gazing far away into the distance was in very truth as fair a specimen 
of winsome irish girlhood as one could wish to see she was pronounced 
beautiful by all who knew her though as folks often said she was 
more a giltrap than a macdowell her figure was slight and graceful 
inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been taking 
of late had done her a world of good much better than the widow welch s 
female pills and she was much better of those discharges she used to 
get and that tired feeling the waxen pallor of her face was almost 
spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine 
cupid s bow greekly perfect her hands were of finely veined alabaster 
with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments 
could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves 
in bed or take a milk footbath either bertha supple told that once to 
edy boardman a deliberate lie when she was black out at daggers drawn 
with gerty the girl chums had of course their little tiffs from time to 
time like the rest of mortals and she told her not to let on whatever 
she did that it was her that told her or she d never speak to her 
again no honour where honour is due there was an innate refinement 
a languid queenly hauteur about gerty which was unmistakably evidenced 
in her delicate hands and higharched instep had kind fate but willed 
her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own right and had 
she only received the benefit of a good education gerty macdowell might 
easily have held her own beside any lady in the land and have seen 
herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors 
at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her 
mayhap it was this the love that might have been that lent to her 
softlyfeatured face at whiles a look tense with suppressed meaning 
that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes a charm 
few could resist why have women such eyes of witchery gerty s were of 
the bluest irish blue set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive 
brows time was when those brows were not so silkily seductive it 
was madame vera verity directress of the woman beautiful page of the 
princess novelette who had first advised her to try eyebrowleine which 
gave that haunting expression to the eyes so becoming in leaders 
of fashion and she had never regretted it then there was blushing 
scientifically cured and how to be tall increase your height and you 
have a beautiful face but your nose that would suit mrs dignam because 
she had a button one but gerty s crowning glory was her wealth of 
wonderful hair it was dark brown with a natural wave in it she had cut 
it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about 
her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails 
too thursday for wealth and just now at edy s words as a telltale 
flush delicate as the faintest rosebloom crept into her cheeks she 
looked so lovely in her sweet girlish shyness that of a surety god s 
fair land of ireland did not hold her equal 
 
for an instant she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes she 
was about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue 
inclination prompted her to speak out dignity told her to be silent 
the pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into 
a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young may 
morning she knew right well no one better what made squinty edy 
say that because of him cooling in his attentions when it was simply a 
lovers quarrel as per usual somebody s nose was out of joint about the 
boy that had the bicycle off the london bridge road always riding up 
and down in front of her window only now his father kept him in in the 
evenings studying hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was 
on and he was going to go to trinity college to study for a doctor when 
he left the high school like his brother w e wylie who was racing 
in the bicycle races in trinity college university little recked he 
perhaps for what she felt that dull aching void in her heart sometimes 
piercing to the core yet he was young and perchance he might learn 
to love her in time they were protestants in his family and of course 
gerty knew who came first and after him the blessed virgin and then 
saint joseph but he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and 
he was what he looked every inch a gentleman the shape of his head too 
at the back without his cap on that she would know anywhere something 
off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at the lamp with his 
hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes 
and besides they were both of a size too he and she and that was why edy 
boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because he didn t go and 
ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden 
 
gerty was dressed simply but with the instinctive taste of a votary of 
dame fashion for she felt that there was just a might that he might be 
out a neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it 
was expected in the lady s pictorial that electric blue would be worn 
with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket in 
which she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her 
favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a navy 
threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure 
to perfection she wore a coquettish little love of a hat of wideleaved 
nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and 
at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone all tuesday week afternoon 
she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found what she 
wanted at clery s summer sales the very it slightly shopsoiled but you 
would never notice seven fingers two and a penny she did it up all by 
herself and what joy was hers when she tried it on then smiling at the 
lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her and when she put 
it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew that that would take the 
shine out of some people she knew her shoes were the newest thing in 
footwear edy boardman prided herself that she was very petite but she 
never had a foot like gerty macdowell a five and never would ash 
oak or elm with patent toecaps and just one smart buckle over 
her higharched instep her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect 
proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of 
her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and 
wide garter tops as for undies they were gerty s chief care and who 
that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though 
gerty would never see seventeen again can find it in his heart to 
blame her she had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery 
three garments and nighties extra and each set slotted with different 
coloured ribbons rosepink pale blue mauve and peagreen and she aired 
them herself and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed 
them and she had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she wouldn t 
trust those washerwomen as far as she d see them scorching the things 
she was wearing the blue for luck hoping against hope her own colour 
and lucky too for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere on her because 
the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father 
brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition and because 
she thought perhaps he might be out because when she was dressing that 
morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out and that 
was for luck and lovers meeting if you put those things on inside 
out or if they got untied that he was thinking about you so long as it 
wasn t of a friday 
 
and yet and yet that strained look on her face a gnawing sorrow is 
there all the time her very soul is in her eyes and she would give 
worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where 
giving way to tears she could have a good cry and relieve her pentup 
feelingsthough not too much because she knew how to cry nicely before 
the mirror you are lovely gerty it said the paly light of evening 
falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful gerty macdowell yearns 
in vain yes she had known from the very first that her daydream of a 
marriage has been arranged and the weddingbells ringing for mrs reggy 
wylie t c d because the one who married the elder brother would be 
mrs wylie and in the fashionable intelligence mrs gertrude wylie was 
wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox 
was not to be he was too young to understand he would not believe in 
love a woman s birthright the night of the party long ago in stoer s 
 he was still in short trousers when they were alone and he stole 
an arm round her waist she went white to the very lips he called her 
little one in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the 
first but it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from 
the room with a remark about refreshments impetuous fellow strength of 
character had never been reggy wylie s strong point and he who would 
woo and win gerty macdowell must be a man among men but waiting always 
waiting to be asked and it was leap year too and would soon be over no 
prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her 
feet but rather a manly man with a strong quiet face who had not found 
his ideal perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey and who would 
understand take her in his sheltering arms strain her to him in all 
the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long 
long kiss it would be like heaven for such a one she yearns this balmy 
summer eve with all the heart of her she longs to be his only his 
affianced bride for riches for poor in sickness in health till death 
us two part from this to this day forward 
 
and while edy boardman was with little tommy behind the pushcar she was 
just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his 
little wife to be then they could talk about her till they went blue in 
the face bertha supple too and edy little spitfire because she would 
be twentytwo in november she would care for him with creature comforts 
too for gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that 
feeling of hominess her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and 
queen ann s pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions 
from all because she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire dredge 
in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same direction 
then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though 
she didn t like the eating part when there were any people that made her 
shy and often she wondered why you couldn t eat something poetical like 
violets or roses and they would have a beautifully appointed drawingroom 
with pictures and engravings and the photograph of grandpapa giltrap s 
lovely dog garryowen that almost talked it was so human and chintz 
covers for the chairs and that silver toastrack in clery s summer 
jumble sales like they have in rich houses he would be tall with 
broad shoulders she had always admired tall men for a husband with 
glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache 
and they would go on the continent for their honeymoon three wonderful 
weeks and then when they settled down in a nice snug and cosy little 
homely house every morning they would both have brekky simple but 
perfectly served for their own two selves and before he went out to 
business he would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze 
for a moment deep down into her eyes 
 
edy boardman asked tommy caffrey was he done and he said yes so then she 
buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run off 
and play with jacky and to be good now and not to fight but tommy said 
he wanted the ball and edy told him no that baby was playing with the 
ball and if he took it there d be wigs on the green but tommy said it 
was his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground if 
you please the temper of him o he was a man already was little tommy 
caffrey since he was out of pinnies edy told him no no and to be off 
now with him and she told cissy caffrey not to give in to him 
 
 you re not my sister naughty tommy said it s my ball 
 
but cissy caffrey told baby boardman to look up look up high at her 
finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and 
tommy after it in full career having won the day 
 
 anything for a quiet life laughed ciss 
 
and she tickled tiny tot s two cheeks to make him forget and played 
here s the lord mayor here s his two horses here s his gingerbread 
carriage and here he walks in chinchopper chinchopper chinchopper 
chin but edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way 
like that from everyone always petting him 
 
 i d like to give him something she said so i would where i won t 
say 
 
 on the beeoteetom laughed cissy merrily 
 
gerty macdowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the idea of cissy 
saying an unladylike thing like that out loud she d be ashamed of her 
life to say flushing a deep rosy red and edy boardman said she was 
sure the gentleman opposite heard what she said but not a pin cared 
ciss 
 
 let him she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of 
her nose give it to him too on the same place as quick as i d look at 
him 
 
madcap ciss with her golliwog curls you had to laugh at her sometimes 
for instance when she asked you would you have some more chinese tea and 
jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men s faces on her 
nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she wanted to go 
where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to the miss 
white that was just like cissycums o and will you ever forget her the 
evening she dressed up in her father s suit and hat and the burned cork 
moustache and walked down tritonville road smoking a cigarette there 
was none to come up to her for fun but she was sincerity itself one of 
the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made not one of your twofaced 
things too sweet to be wholesome 
 
and then there came out upon the air the sound of voices and the pealing 
anthem of the organ it was the men s temperance retreat conducted 
by the missioner the reverend john hughes s j rosary sermon and 
benediction of the most blessed sacrament they were there gathered 
together without distinction of social class and a most edifying 
spectacle it was to see in that simple fane beside the waves after the 
storms of this weary world kneeling before the feet of the immaculate 
reciting the litany of our lady of loreto beseeching her to intercede 
for them the old familiar words holy mary holy virgin of virgins how 
sad to poor gerty s ears had her father only avoided the clutches of 
the demon drink by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit 
cured in pearson s weekly she might now be rolling in her carriage 
second to none over and over had she told herself that as she mused by 
the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two 
lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at 
the rain falling on the rusty bucket thinking but that vile decoction 
which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her 
childhood days nay she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of 
violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father a prey to 
the fumes of intoxication forget himself completely for if there was 
one thing of all things that gerty knew it was that the man who lifts 
his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness deserves to be branded 
as the lowest of the low 
 
and still the voices sang in supplication to the virgin most powerful 
virgin most merciful and gerty rapt in thought scarce saw or heard 
her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman 
off sandymount green that cissy caffrey called the man that was so like 
himself passing along the strand taking a short walk you never saw him 
any way screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a 
father because he was too old or something or on account of his face 
 it was a palpable case of doctor fell or his carbuncly nose with the 
pimples on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose poor 
father with all his faults she loved him still when he sang tell me 
mary how to woo thee or my love and cottage near rochelle and they 
had stewed cockles and lettuce with lazenby s salad dressing for 
supper and when he sang the moon hath raised with mr dignam that 
died suddenly and was buried god have mercy on him from a stroke her 
mother s birthday that was and charley was home on his holidays and tom 
and mr dignam and mrs and patsy and freddy dignam and they were to have 
had a group taken no one would have thought the end was so near now he 
was laid to rest and her mother said to him to let that be a warning to 
him for the rest of his days and he couldn t even go to the funeral on 
account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring him the 
letters and samples from his office about catesby s cork lino artistic 
standard designs fit for a palace gives tiptop wear and always bright 
and cheery in the home 
 
a sterling good daughter was gerty just like a second mother in the 
house a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in 
gold and when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was 
it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but gerty though she didn t 
like her mother s taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single 
thing they ever had words about taking snuff everyone thought the 
world of her for her gentle ways it was gerty who turned off the gas at 
the main every night and it was gerty who tacked up on the wall of that 
place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime mr 
tunney the grocer s christmas almanac the picture of halcyon days 
where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a 
threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove with 
oldtime chivalry through her lattice window you could see there was a 
story behind it the colours were done something lovely she was in 
a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the gentleman was in 
chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat she often looked at them 
dreamily when she went there for a certain purpose and felt her own 
arms that were white and soft just like hers with the sleeves back 
and thought about those times because she had found out in walker s 
pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa giltrap about the 
halcyon days what they meant 
 
the twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion 
till at last master jacky who was really as bold as brass there was 
no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he 
could down towards the seaweedy rocks needless to say poor tommy was 
not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was 
sitting there by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted 
the ball our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and 
to avoid trouble cissy caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to 
her please the gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw 
it up the strand towards cissy caffrey but it rolled down the slope and 
stopped right under gerty s skirt near the little pool by the rock the 
twins clamoured again for it and cissy told her to kick it away and 
let them fight for it so gerty drew back her foot but she wished their 
stupid ball hadn t come rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she 
missed and edy and cissy laughed 
 
 if you fail try again edy boardman said 
 
gerty smiled assent and bit her lip a delicate pink crept into her 
pretty cheek but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted 
her skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a 
jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down 
towards the shingle pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw 
attention on account of the gentleman opposite looking she felt the 
warm flush a danger signal always with gerty macdowell surging and 
flaming into her cheeks till then they had only exchanged glances of 
the most casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a 
look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight wan 
and strangely drawn seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen 
 
through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted 
and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of 
original sin spiritual vessel pray for us honourable vessel pray 
for us vessel of singular devotion pray for us mystical rose and 
careworn hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many 
who had erred and wandered their eyes wet with contrition but for all 
that bright with hope for the reverend father father hughes had told 
them what the great saint bernard said in his famous prayer of mary the 
most pious virgin s intercessory power that it was not recorded in any 
age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned 
by her 
 
the twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of 
childhood are but as fleeting summer showers cissy caffrey played with 
baby boardman till he crowed with glee clapping baby hands in air peep 
she cried behind the hood of the pushcar and edy asked where was cissy 
gone and then cissy popped up her head and cried ah and my word 
didn t the little chap enjoy that and then she told him to say papa 
 
 say papa baby say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa 
 
and baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for 
eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of 
health a perfect little bunch of love and he would certainly turn out 
to be something great they said 
 
 haja ja ja haja 
 
cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to 
sit up properly and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried 
out holy saint denis that he was possing wet and to double the half 
blanket the other way under him of course his infant majesty was most 
obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it 
 
 habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa 
 
and two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks it was all 
no use soothering him with no nono baby no and telling him about the 
geegee and where was the puffpuff but ciss always readywitted gave 
him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was 
quickly appeased 
 
gerty wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out 
of that and not get on her nerves no hour to be out and the little 
brats of twins she gazed out towards the distant sea it was like the 
paintings that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured 
chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted out the 
evening and the clouds coming out and the bailey light on howth and to 
hear the music like that and the perfume of those incense they burned 
in the church like a kind of waft and while she gazed her heart went 
pitapat yes it was her he was looking at and there was meaning in his 
look his eyes burned into her as though they would search her through 
and through read her very soul wonderful eyes they were superbly 
expressive but could you trust them people were so queer she could 
see at once by his dark eyes and his pale intellectual face that he 
was a foreigner the image of the photo she had of martin harvey the 
matinee idol only for the moustache which she preferred because she 
wasn t stagestruck like winny rippingham that wanted they two to always 
dress the same on account of a play but she could not see whether he had 
an aquiline nose or a slightly retrouss from where he was sitting 
he was in deep mourning she could see that and the story of a haunting 
sorrow was written on his face she would have given worlds to know what 
it was he was looking up so intently so still and he saw her kick the 
ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if 
she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down she was glad 
that something told her to put on the transparent stockings thinking 
reggy wylie might be out but that was far away here was that of which 
she had so often dreamed it was he who mattered and there was joy on 
her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively that he 
was like no one else the very heart of the girlwoman went out to him 
her dreamhusband because she knew on the instant it was him if he had 
suffered more sinned against than sinning or even even if he had 
been himself a sinner a wicked man she cared not even if he was a 
protestant or methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved 
her there were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm she was a 
womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had known 
those cyclists showing off what they hadn t got and she just yearned to 
know all to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her 
make him forget the memory of the past then mayhap he would embrace her 
gently like a real man crushing her soft body to him and love her 
his ownest girlie for herself alone 
 
refuge of sinners comfortress of the afflicted ora pro nobis well 
has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy 
can never be lost or cast away and fitly is she too a haven of refuge 
for the afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced 
her own heart gerty could picture the whole scene in the church the 
stained glass windows lighted up the candles the flowers and the blue 
banners of the blessed virgin s sodality and father conroy was helping 
canon o hanlon at the altar carrying things in and out with his eyes 
cast down he looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet 
and clean and dark and his hands were just like white wax and if ever 
she became a dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might come to 
the convent for the novena of saint dominic he told her that time when 
she told him about that in confession crimsoning up to the roots of her 
hair for fear he could see not to be troubled because that was only the 
voice of nature and we were all subject to nature s laws he said in 
this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of 
woman instituted by god he said and that our blessed lady herself said 
to the archangel gabriel be it done unto me according to thy word he 
was so kind and holy and often and often she thought and thought could 
she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him as a 
present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece 
white and gold with a canarybird that came out of a little house to tell 
the time the day she went there about the flowers for the forty hours 
adoration because it was hard to know what sort of a present to give or 
perhaps an album of illuminated views of dublin or some place 
 
the exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and jacky 
threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it little 
monkeys common as ditchwater someone ought to take them and give them 
a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places the both of 
them and cissy and edy shouted after them to come back because they 
were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned 
 
 jacky tommy 
 
not they what a great notion they had so cissy said it was the very 
last time she d ever bring them out she jumped up and called them and 
she ran down the slope past him tossing her hair behind her which had 
a good enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the 
thingamerry she was always rubbing into it she couldn t get it to grow 
long because it wasn t natural so she could just go and throw her hat at 
it she ran with long gandery strides it was a wonder she didn t rip up 
her skirt at the side that was too tight on her because there was a lot 
of the tomboy about cissy caffrey and she was a forward piece whenever 
she thought she had a good opportunity to show and just because she was 
a good runner she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her 
petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible it 
would have served her just right if she had tripped up over something 
accidentally on purpose with her high crooked french heels on her to 
make her look tall and got a fine tumble tableau that would have 
been a very charming expose for a gentleman like that to witness 
 
queen of angels queen of patriarchs queen of prophets of all saints 
they prayed queen of the most holy rosary and then father conroy handed 
the thurible to canon o hanlon and he put in the incense and censed the 
blessed sacrament and cissy caffrey caught the two twins and she was 
itching to give them a ringing good clip on the ear but she didn t 
because she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger 
mistake in all her life because gerty could see without looking that 
he never took his eyes off of her and then canon o hanlon handed the 
thurible back to father conroy and knelt down looking up at the blessed 
sacrament and the choir began to sing the tantum ergo and she just 
swung her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to 
the tantumer gosa cramen tum three and eleven she paid for those 
stockings in sparrow s of george s street on the tuesday no the monday 
before easter and there wasn t a brack on them and that was what he 
was looking at transparent and not at her insignificant ones that had 
neither shape nor form the cheek of her because he had eyes in his 
head to see the difference for himself 
 
cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with 
her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look a 
streel tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only 
a fortnight before like a rag on her back and a bit of her petticoat 
hanging like a caricature gerty just took off her hat for a moment to 
settle her hair and a prettier a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was 
never seen on a girl s shoulders a radiant little vision in sooth 
almost maddening in its sweetness you would have to travel many a long 
mile before you found a head of hair the like of that she could almost 
see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her 
tingling in every nerve she put on her hat so that she could see from 
underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath 
caught as she caught the expression in his eyes he was eying her as a 
snake eyes its prey her woman s instinct told her that she had raised 
the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat 
to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose 
 
edy boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at gerty 
half smiling with her specs like an old maid pretending to nurse the 
baby irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why 
no one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of 
hers and she said to gerty 
 
 a penny for your thoughts 
 
 what replied gerty with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth i 
was only wondering was it late 
 
because she wished to goodness they d take the snottynosed twins and 
their babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just 
gave a gentle hint about its being late and when cissy came up edy 
asked her the time and miss cissy as glib as you like said it was half 
past kissing time time to kiss again but edy wanted to know because 
they were told to be in early 
 
 wait said cissy i ll run ask my uncle peter over there what s the 
time by his conundrum 
 
so over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his 
hand out of his pocket getting nervous and beginning to play with his 
watchchain looking up at the church passionate nature though he was 
gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself one moment he 
had been there fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze and the 
next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman selfcontrol expressed 
in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure 
 
cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the 
right time and gerty could see him taking out his watch listening to it 
and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his 
watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the 
sun was set his voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in 
measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones 
cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said uncle said 
his waterworks were out of order 
 
then they sang the second verse of the tantum ergo and canon o hanlon 
got up again and censed the blessed sacrament and knelt down and he told 
father conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire to the 
flowers and father conroy got up and settled it all right and she could 
see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and she 
swung her leg more in and out in time it was getting darker but he 
could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch 
or whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands 
back into his pockets she felt a kind of a sensation rushing all over 
her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against 
her stays that that thing must be coming on because the last time too 
was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon his dark eyes 
fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour literally 
worshipping at her shrine if ever there was undisguised admiration in a 
man s passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man s face 
it is for you gertrude macdowell and you know it 
 
edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and gerty 
noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect 
because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place 
to push up the pushcar and cissy took off the twins caps and tidied 
their hair to make herself attractive of course and canon o hanlon stood 
up with his cope poking up at his neck and father conroy handed him the 
card to read off and he read out panem de coelo praestitisti eis and 
edy and cissy were talking about the time all the time and asking her 
but gerty could pay them back in their own coin and she just answered 
with scathing politeness when edy asked her was she heartbroken about 
her best boy throwing her over gerty winced sharply a brief cold blaze 
shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable it hurt o 
yes it cut deep because edy had her own quiet way of saying things 
like that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she was 
gerty s lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she fought back 
the sob that rose to her throat so slim so flawless so beautifully 
moulded it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of she had loved him 
better than he knew lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex 
he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant 
there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears their eyes were 
probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in 
sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see 
 
 o responded gerty quick as lightning laughing and the proud head 
flashed up i can throw my cap at who i like because it s leap year 
 
her words rang out crystalclear more musical than the cooing of the 
ringdove but they cut the silence icily there was that in her young 
voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly trifled with as 
for mr reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just chuck 
him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she cast as 
much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen 
pieces and if ever after he dared to presume she could give him one 
look of measured scorn that would make him shrivel up on the spot miss 
puny little edy s countenance fell to no slight extent and gerty could 
see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering 
rage though she hid it the little kinnatt because that shaft had 
struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was 
something aloof apart in another sphere that she was not of them and 
never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it 
so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it 
 
edy straightened up baby boardman to get ready to go and cissy tucked in 
the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too because the 
sandman was on his way for master boardman junior and cissy told him 
too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to go deedaw and baby 
looked just too ducky laughing up out of his gleeful eyes and cissy 
poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby without as 
much as by your leave sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to 
his brandnew dribbling bib 
 
 o my puddeny pie protested ciss he has his bib destroyed 
 
the slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set 
that little matter to rights 
 
gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and edy 
asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was 
flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed 
it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction 
because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet 
seashore because canon o hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that 
father conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the 
blessed sacrament in his hands 
 
how moving the scene there in the gathering twilight the last glimpse 
of erin the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same 
time a bat flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk hither 
thither with a tiny lost cry and she could see far away the lights of 
the lighthouses so picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of 
paints because it was easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter 
would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along 
by shady tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the 
lamp near her window where reggy wylie used to turn his freewheel like 
she read in that book the lamplighter by miss cummins author of 
 mabel vaughan and other tales for gerty had her dreams that no one 
knew of she loved to read poetry and when she got a keepsake from 
bertha supple of that lovely confession album with the coralpink cover 
to write her thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable 
which though it did not err on the side of luxury was scrupulously 
neat and clean it was there she kept her girlish treasure trove the 
tortoiseshell combs her child of mary badge the whiterose scent the 
eyebrowleine her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change 
when her things came home from the wash and there were some beautiful 
thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought in hely s of dame 
street for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only 
express herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that 
she had copied out of the newspaper she found one evening round the 
potherbs art thou real my ideal it was called by louis j walsh 
magherafelt and after there was something about twilight wilt thou 
ever and ofttimes the beauty of poetry so sad in its transient 
loveliness had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt that 
the years were slipping by for her one by one and but for that one 
shortcoming she knew she need fear no competition and that was an 
accident coming down dalkey hill and she always tried to conceal it 
but it must end she felt if she saw that magic lure in his eyes there 
would be no holding back for her love laughs at locksmiths she 
would make the great sacrifice her every effort would be to share his 
thoughts dearer than the whole world would she be to him and gild his 
days with happiness there was the allimportant question and she was 
dying to know was he a married man or a widower who had lost his wife 
or some tragedy like the nobleman with the foreign name from the land 
of song had to have her put into a madhouse cruel only to be kind 
but even if what then would it make a very great difference from 
everything in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively 
recoiled she loathed that sort of person the fallen women off the 
accommodation walk beside the dodder that went with the soldiers and 
coarse men with no respect for a girl s honour degrading the sex and 
being taken up to the police station no no not that they would be 
just good friends like a big brother and sister without all that other 
in spite of the conventions of society with a big ess perhaps it was 
an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall she 
thought she understood she would try to understand him because men were 
so different the old love was waiting waiting with little white 
hands stretched out with blue appealing eyes heart of mine she would 
follow her dream of love the dictates of her heart that told her he 
was her all in all the only man in all the world for her for love was 
the master guide nothing else mattered come what might she would be 
wild untrammelled free 
 
canon o hanlon put the blessed sacrament back into the tabernacle and 
genuflected and the choir sang laudate dominum omnes gentes and then 
he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and 
father conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat edy asked wasn t 
she coming but jacky caffrey called out 
 
 o look cissy 
 
and they all looked was it sheet lightning but tommy saw it too over the 
trees beside the church blue and then green and purple 
 
 it s fireworks cissy caffrey said 
 
and they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church 
helterskelter edy with the pushcar with baby boardman in it and cissy 
holding tommy and jacky by the hand so they wouldn t fall running 
 
 come on gerty cissy called it s the bazaar fireworks 
 
but gerty was adamant she had no intention of being at their beck and 
call if they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could 
see from where she was the eyes that were fastened upon her set her 
pulses tingling she looked at him a moment meeting his glance and 
a light broke in upon her whitehot passion was in that face passion 
silent as the grave and it had made her his at last they were left 
alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could 
be trusted to the death steadfast a sterling man a man of inflexible 
honour to his fingertips his hands and face were working and a tremour 
went over her she leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were 
and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up 
and there was no one to see only him and her when she revealed all her 
graceful beautifully shaped legs like that supply soft and delicately 
rounded and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart his hoarse 
breathing because she knew too about the passion of men like that 
hotblooded because bertha supple told her once in dead secret and made 
her swear she d never about the gentleman lodger that was staying with 
them out of the congested districts board that had pictures cut out of 
papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she said he used to do 
something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed but 
this was altogether different from a thing like that because there was 
all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to 
his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips besides there 
was absolution so long as you didn t do the other thing before being 
married and there ought to be women priests that would understand 
without your telling out and cissy caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy 
kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too my dear and winny 
rippingham so mad about actors photographs and besides it was on 
account of that other thing coming on the way it did 
 
and jacky caffrey shouted to look there was another and she leaned back 
and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and 
they all saw it and they all shouted to look look there it was and 
she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was 
flying through the air a soft thing to and fro dark and she saw a 
long roman candle going up over the trees up up and in the tense 
hush they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and 
higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it high 
high almost out of sight and her face was suffused with a divine an 
entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things 
too nainsook knickers the fabric that caresses the skin better than 
those other pettiwidth the green four and eleven on account of being 
white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then it went so high 
it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from 
being bent so far back that he had a full view high up above her knee 
where no one ever not even on the swing or wading and she wasn t ashamed 
and he wasn t either to look in that immodest way like that because he 
couldn t resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half offered like 
those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he 
kept on looking looking she would fain have cried to him chokingly 
held out her snowy slender arms to him to come to feel his lips laid on 
her white brow the cry of a young girl s love a little strangled cry 
wrung from her that cry that has rung through the ages and then a 
rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and o then the roman candle 
burst and it was like a sigh of o and everyone cried o o in raptures 
and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they 
shed and ah they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden o so 
lovely o soft sweet soft 
 
then all melted away dewily in the grey air all was silent ah she 
glanced at him as she bent forward quickly a pathetic little glance of 
piteous protest of shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl he 
was leaning back against the rock behind leopold bloom for it is he 
stands silent with bowed head before those young guileless eyes what a 
brute he had been at it again a fair unsullied soul had called to him 
and wretch that he was how had he answered an utter cad he had been 
he of all men but there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes 
for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and 
wandered should a girl tell no a thousand times no that was their 
secret only theirs alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to 
know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening 
to and fro and little bats don t tell 
 
cissy caffrey whistled imitating the boys in the football field to show 
what a great person she was and then she cried 
 
 gerty gerty we re going come on we can see from farther up 
 
gerty had an idea one of love s little ruses she slipped a hand into 
her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of 
course without letting him and then slipped it back wonder if he s too 
far to she rose was it goodbye no she had to go but they would meet 
again there and she would dream of that till then tomorrow of her 
dream of yester eve she drew herself up to her full height their souls 
met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart full 
of a strange shining hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face she 
half smiled at him wanly a sweet forgiving smile a smile that verged 
on tears and then they parted 
 
slowly without looking back she went down the uneven strand to cissy 
to edy to jacky and tommy caffrey to little baby boardman it was 
darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and 
slippy seaweed she walked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic 
of her but with care and very slowly because because gerty macdowell 
was 
 
tight boots no she s lame o 
 
mr bloom watched her as she limped away poor girl that s why she s 
left on the shelf and the others did a sprint thought something was 
wrong by the cut of her jib jilted beauty a defect is ten times worse 
in a woman but makes them polite glad i didn t know it when she was on 
show hot little devil all the same i wouldn t mind curiosity like a 
nun or a negress or a girl with glasses that squinty one is delicate 
near her monthlies i expect makes them feel ticklish i have such 
a bad headache today where did i put the letter yes all right all 
kinds of crazy longings licking pennies girl in tranquilla convent 
that nun told me liked to smell rock oil virgins go mad in the end i 
suppose sister how many women in dublin have it today martha she 
something in the air that s the moon but then why don t all women 
menstruate at the same time with the same moon i mean depends on the 
time they were born i suppose or all start scratch then get out of 
step sometimes molly and milly together anyhow i got the best of that 
damned glad i didn t do it in the bath this morning over her silly i 
will punish you letter made up for that tramdriver this morning that 
gouger m coy stopping me to say nothing and his wife engagement in the 
country valise voice like a pickaxe thankful for small mercies 
cheap too yours for the asking because they want it themselves their 
natural craving shoals of them every evening poured out of offices 
reserve better don t want it they throw it at you catch em alive o 
pity they can t see themselves a dream of wellfilled hose where was 
that ah yes mutoscope pictures in capel street for men only peeping 
tom willy s hat and what the girls did with it do they snapshot those 
girls or is it all a fake lingerie does it felt for the curves 
inside her deshabill excites them also when they re i m all clean 
come and dirty me and they like dressing one another for the sacrifice 
milly delighted with molly s new blouse at first put them all on to 
take them all off molly why i bought her the violet garters us too 
the tie he wore his lovely socks and turnedup trousers he wore a pair 
of gaiters the night that first we met his lovely shirt was shining 
beneath his what of jet say a woman loses a charm with every pin she 
takes out pinned together o mairy lost the pin of her dressed up to 
the nines for somebody fashion part of their charm just changes when 
you re on the track of the secret except the east mary martha now as 
then no reasonable offer refused she wasn t in a hurry either always 
off to a fellow when they are they never forget an appointment out on 
spec probably they believe in chance because like themselves and the 
others inclined to give her an odd dig girl friends at school arms 
round each other s necks or with ten fingers locked kissing and 
whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden nuns with 
whitewashed faces cool coifs and their rosaries going up and down 
vindictive too for what they can t get barbed wire be sure now and 
write to me and i ll write to you now won t you molly and josie 
powell till mr right comes along then meet once in a blue moon 
 tableau o look who it is for the love of god how are you at all 
what have you been doing with yourself kiss and delighted to kiss 
to see you picking holes in each other s appearance you re looking 
splendid sister souls showing their teeth at one another how many 
have you left wouldn t lend each other a pinch of salt 
 
ah 
 
devils they are when that s coming on them dark devilish appearance 
molly often told me feel things a ton weight scratch the sole of my 
foot o that way o that s exquisite feel it myself too good to rest 
once in a way wonder if it s bad to go with them then safe in one way 
turns milk makes fiddlestrings snap something about withering plants i 
read in a garden besides they say if the flower withers she wears she s 
a flirt all are daresay she felt when you feel like that you often 
meet what you feel liked me or what dress they look at always know a 
fellow courting collars and cuffs well cocks and lions do the same 
and stags same time might prefer a tie undone or something trousers 
suppose i when i was no gently does it dislike rough and tumble kiss 
in the dark and never tell saw something in me wonder what sooner 
have me as i am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair 
lovelock over his dexter optic to aid gentleman in literary ought to 
attend to my appearance my age didn t let her see me in profile still 
you never know pretty girls and ugly men marrying beauty and the 
beast besides i can t be so if molly took off her hat to show her 
hair wide brim bought to hide her face meeting someone might know 
her bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell hair strong in rut 
ten bob i got for molly s combings when we were on the rocks in holles 
street why not suppose he gave her money why not all a prejudice 
she s worth ten fifteen more a pound what i think so all that for 
nothing bold hand mrs marion did i forget to write address on 
that letter like the postcard i sent to flynn and the day i went to 
drimmie s without a necktie wrangle with molly it was put me off no 
i remember richie goulding he s another weighs on his mind funny 
my watch stopped at half past four dust shark liver oil they use to 
clean could do it myself save was that just when he she 
 
o he did into her she did done 
 
ah 
 
mr bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt o lord that little 
limping devil begins to feel cold and clammy aftereffect not pleasant 
still you have to get rid of it someway they don t care complimented 
perhaps go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the 
kiddies well aren t they see her as she is spoil all must have 
the stage setting the rouge costume position music the name too 
 amours of actresses nell gwynn mrs bracegirdle maud branscombe 
curtain up moonlight silver effulgence maiden discovered with pensive 
bosom little sweetheart come and kiss me still i feel the strength 
it gives a man that s the secret of it good job i let off there behind 
the wall coming out of dignam s cider that was otherwise i couldn t 
have makes you want to sing after lacaus esant taratara suppose i 
spoke to her what about bad plan however if you don t know how to end 
the conversation ask them a question they ask you another good idea if 
you re stuck gain time but then you re in a cart wonderful of course 
if you say good evening and you see she s on for it good evening o 
but the dark evening in the appian way i nearly spoke to mrs clinch o 
thinking she was whew girl in meath street that night all the dirty 
things i made her say all wrong of course my arks she called it it s 
so hard to find one who aho if you don t answer when they solicit must 
be horrible for them till they harden and kissed my hand when i gave 
her the extra two shillings parrots press the button and the bird will 
squeak wish she hadn t called me sir o her mouth in the dark and you 
a married man with a single girl that s what they enjoy taking a man 
from another woman or even hear of it different with me glad to get 
away from other chap s wife eating off his cold plate chap in the 
burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle french letter still in 
my pocketbook cause of half the trouble but might happen sometime 
i don t think come in all is prepared i dreamt what worst is 
beginning how they change the venue when it s not what they like ask 
you do you like mushrooms because she once knew a gentleman who or ask 
you what someone was going to say when he changed his mind and stopped 
yet if i went the whole hog say i want to something like that 
because i did she too offend her then make it up pretend to want 
something awfully then cry off for her sake flatters them she must 
have been thinking of someone else all the time what harm must since 
she came to the use of reason he he and he first kiss does the trick 
the propitious moment something inside them goes pop mushy like tell 
by their eye on the sly first thoughts are best remember that till 
their dying day molly lieutenant mulvey that kissed her under the 
moorish wall beside the gardens fifteen she told me but her breasts 
were developed fell asleep then after glencree dinner that was when we 
drove home featherbed mountain gnashing her teeth in sleep lord mayor 
had his eye on her too val dillon apoplectic 
 
there she is with them down there for the fireworks my fireworks up 
like a rocket down like a stick and the children twins they must 
be waiting for something to happen want to be grownups dressing in 
mother s clothes time enough understand all the ways of the world and 
the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth i knew she could 
whistle mouth made for that like molly why that highclass whore in 
jammet s wore her veil only to her nose would you mind please telling 
me the right time i ll tell you the right time up a dark lane 
say prunes and prisms forty times every morning cure for fat lips 
caressing the little boy too onlookers see most of the game of course 
they understand birds animals babies in their line 
 
didn t look back when she was going down the strand wouldn t give that 
satisfaction those girls those girls those lovely seaside girls fine 
eyes she had clear it s the white of the eye brings that out not so 
much the pupil did she know what i course like a cat sitting beyond 
a dog s jump women never meet one like that wilkins in the high school 
drawing a picture of venus with all his belongings on show call that 
innocence poor idiot his wife has her work cut out for her never see 
them sit on a bench marked wet paint eyes all over them look under 
the bed for what s not there longing to get the fright of their lives 
sharp as needles they are when i said to molly the man at the corner of 
cuffe street was goodlooking thought she might like twigged at once he 
had a false arm had too where do they get that typist going up roger 
greene s stairs two at a time to show her understandings handed down 
from father to mother to daughter i mean bred in the bone milly for 
example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to save the ironing best 
place for an ad to catch a woman s eye on a mirror and when i sent 
her for molly s paisley shawl to prescott s by the way that ad i must 
carrying home the change in her stocking clever little minx i never 
told her neat way she carries parcels too attract men small thing 
like that holding up her hand shaking it to let the blood flow back 
when it was red who did you learn that from nobody something the 
nurse taught me o don t they know three years old she was in front of 
molly s dressingtable just before we left lombard street west me have 
a nice pace mullingar who knows ways of the world young student 
straight on her pins anyway not like the other still she was game 
lord i am wet devil you are swell of her calf transparent stockings 
stretched to breaking point not like that frump today a e rumpled 
stockings or the one in grafton street white wow beef to the heel 
 
a monkey puzzle rocket burst spluttering in darting crackles zrads and 
zrads zrads zrads and cissy and tommy and jacky ran out to see and 
edy after with the pushcar and then gerty beyond the curve of the rocks 
will she watch watch see looked round she smelt an onion darling 
i saw your i saw all 
 
lord 
 
did me good all the same off colour after kiernan s dignam s for 
this relief much thanks in hamlet that is lord it was all things 
combined excitement when she leaned back felt an ache at the butt 
of my tongue your head it simply swirls he s right might have made a 
worse fool of myself however instead of talking about nothing then 
i will tell you all still it was a kind of language between us it 
couldn t be no gerty they called her might be false name however like 
my name and the address dolphin s barn a blind 
 
 her maiden name was jemina brown and she lived with her mother in 
irishtown 
 
place made me think of that i suppose all tarred with the same brush 
wiping pens in their stockings but the ball rolled down to her as if 
it understood every bullet has its billet course i never could throw 
anything straight at school crooked as a ram s horn sad however 
because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping 
and papa s pants will soon fit willy and fuller s earth for the baby 
when they hold him out to do ah ah no soft job saves them keeps 
them out of harm s way nature washing child washing corpse dignam 
children s hands always round them cocoanut skulls monkeys not even 
closed at first sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds oughtn t 
to have given that child an empty teat to suck fill it up with wind 
mrs beaufoy purefoy must call to the hospital wonder is nurse callan 
there still she used to look over some nights when molly was in the 
coffee palace that young doctor o hare i noticed her brushing his coat 
and mrs breen and mrs dignam once like that too marriageable worst 
of all at night mrs duggan told me in the city arms husband rolling in 
drunk stink of pub off him like a polecat have that in your nose in 
the dark whiff of stale boose then ask in the morning was i drunk 
last night bad policy however to fault the husband chickens come home 
to roost they stick by one another like glue maybe the women s fault 
also that s where molly can knock spots off them it s the blood of the 
south moorish also the form the figure hands felt for the opulent 
just compare for instance those others wife locked up at home skeleton 
in the cupboard allow me to introduce my then they trot you out some 
kind of a nondescript wouldn t know what to call her always see a 
fellow s weak point in his wife still there s destiny in it falling 
in love have their own secrets between them chaps that would go to the 
dogs if some woman didn t take them in hand then little chits of girls 
height of a shilling in coppers with little hubbies as god made them 
he matched them sometimes children turn out well enough twice nought 
makes one or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride marry in may 
and repent in december this wet is very unpleasant stuck well the 
foreskin is not back better detach 
 
ow 
 
other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket long and 
the short of it big he and little she very strange about my watch 
wristwatches are always going wrong wonder is there any magnetic 
influence between the person because that was about the time he yes i 
suppose at once cat s away the mice will play i remember looking 
in pill lane also that now is magnetism back of everything magnetism 
earth for instance pulling this and being pulled that causes movement 
and time well that s the time the movement takes then if one thing 
stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit because it s all 
arranged magnetic needle tells you what s going on in the sun the 
stars little piece of steel iron when you hold out the fork come 
come tip woman and man that is fork and steel molly he dress up 
and look and suggest and let you see and see more and defy you if you re 
a man to see that and like a sneeze coming legs look look and if you 
have any guts in you tip have to let fly 
 
wonder how is she feeling in that region shame all put on before third 
person more put out about a hole in her stocking molly her underjaw 
stuck out head back about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at 
the horse show and when the painters were in lombard street west 
fine voice that fellow had how giuglini began smell that i did like 
flowers it was too violets came from the turpentine probably in the 
paint make their own use of everything same time doing it scraped her 
slipper on the floor so they wouldn t hear but lots of them can t kick 
the beam i think keep that thing up for hours kind of a general all 
round over me and half down my back 
 
wait hm hm yes that s her perfume why she waved her hand i leave 
you this to think of me when i m far away on the pillow what is it 
heliotrope no hyacinth hm roses i think she d like scent of that 
kind sweet and cheap soon sour why molly likes opoponax suits her 
with a little jessamine mixed her high notes and her low notes at the 
dance night she met him dance of the hours heat brought it out she 
was wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before good 
conductor is it or bad light too suppose there s some connection 
for instance if you go into a cellar where it s dark mysterious thing 
too why did i smell it only now took its time in coming like herself 
slow but sure suppose it s ever so many millions of tiny grains 
blown across yes it is because those spice islands cinghalese this 
morning smell them leagues off tell you what it is it s like a fine 
fine veil or web they have all over the skin fine like what do you 
call it gossamer and they re always spinning it out of them fine as 
anything like rainbow colours without knowing it clings to everything 
she takes off vamp of her stockings warm shoe stays drawers little 
kick taking them off byby till next time also the cat likes to sniff 
in her shift on the bed know her smell in a thousand bathwater too 
reminds me of strawberries and cream wonder where it is really there 
or the armpits or under the neck because you get it out of all holes 
and corners hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something 
muskrat bag under their tails one grain pour off odour for years dogs 
at each other behind good evening evening how do you sniff hm hm 
very well thank you animals go by that yes now look at it that way 
we re the same some women instance warn you off when they have their 
period come near then get a hogo you could hang your hat on like 
what potted herrings gone stale or boof please keep off the grass 
 
perhaps they get a man smell off us what though cigary gloves long 
john had on his desk the other day breath what you eat and drink gives 
that no mansmell i mean must be connected with that because priests 
that are supposed to be are different women buzz round it like flies 
round treacle railed off the altar get on to it at any cost the tree 
of forbidden priest o father will you let me be the first to that 
diffuses itself all through the body permeates source of life and 
it s extremely curious the smell celery sauce let me 
 
mr bloom inserted his nose hm into the hm opening of his waistcoat 
almonds or no lemons it is ah no that s the soap 
 
o by the by that lotion i knew there was something on my mind never 
went back and the soap not paid dislike carrying bottles like that hag 
this morning hynes might have paid me that three shillings i could 
mention meagher s just to remind him still if he works that paragraph 
two and nine bad opinion of me he ll have call tomorrow how much do 
i owe you three and nine two and nine sir ah might stop him giving 
credit another time lose your customers that way pubs do fellows run 
up a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back streets into 
somewhere else 
 
here s this nobleman passed before blown in from the bay just went as 
far as turn back always at home at dinnertime looks mangled out had a 
good tuck in enjoying nature now grace after meals after supper walk 
a mile sure he has a small bank balance somewhere government sit walk 
after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today still you 
learn something see ourselves as others see us so long as women don t 
mock what matter that s the way to find out ask yourself who is he 
now the mystery man on the beach prize titbit story by mr leopold 
bloom payment at the rate of one guinea per column and that fellow 
today at the graveside in the brown macintosh corns on his kismet 
however healthy perhaps absorb all the whistle brings rain they say 
must be some somewhere salt in the ormond damp the body feels the 
atmosphere old betty s joints are on the rack mother shipton s 
prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the twinkling no signs 
of rain it is the royal reader and distant hills seem coming nigh 
 
howth bailey light two four six eight nine see has to change or 
they might think it a house wreckers grace darling people afraid of 
the dark also glowworms cyclists lightingup time jewels diamonds 
flash better women light is a kind of reassuring not going to hurt 
you better now of course than long ago country roads run you through 
the small guts for nothing still two types there are you bob against 
scowl or smile pardon not at all best time to spray plants too in 
the shade after the sun some light still red rays are longest roygbiv 
vance taught us red orange yellow green blue indigo violet a 
star i see venus can t tell yet two when three it s night were 
those nightclouds there all the time looks like a phantom ship no 
wait trees are they an optical illusion mirage land of the setting 
sun this homerule sun setting in the southeast my native land 
goodnight 
 
dew falling bad for you dear to sit on that stone brings on white 
fluxions never have little baby then less he was big strong fight his 
way up through might get piles myself sticks too like a summer cold 
sore on the mouth cut with grass or paper worst friction of the 
position like to be that rock she sat on o sweet little you don t 
know how nice you looked i begin to like them at that age green 
apples grab at all that offer suppose it s the only time we cross 
legs seated also the library today those girl graduates happy chairs 
under them but it s the evening influence they feel all that open 
like flowers know their hours sunflowers jerusalem artichokes in 
ballrooms chandeliers avenues under the lamps nightstock in mat 
dillon s garden where i kissed her shoulder wish i had a full length 
oilpainting of her then june that was too i wooed the year returns 
history repeats itself ye crags and peaks i m with you once again 
life love voyage round your own little world and now sad about her 
lame of course but must be on your guard not to feel too much pity they 
take advantage 
 
all quiet on howth now the distant hills seem where we the 
rhododendrons i am a fool perhaps he gets the plums and i the 
plumstones where i come in all that old hill has seen names change 
that s all lovers yum yum 
 
tired i feel now will i get up o wait drained all the manhood out of 
me little wretch she kissed me never again my youth only once it 
comes or hers take the train there tomorrow no returning not the 
same like kids your second visit to a house the new i want nothing 
new under the sun care of p o dolphin s barn are you not happy in 
your naughty darling at dolphin s barn charades in luke doyle s house 
mat dillon and his bevy of daughters tiny atty floey maimy louy 
hetty molly too eightyseven that was year before we and the old 
major partial to his drop of spirits curious she an only child i an 
only child so it returns think you re escaping and run into yourself 
longest way round is the shortest way home and just when he and she 
circus horse walking in a ring rip van winkle we played rip tear in 
henny doyle s overcoat van breadvan delivering winkle cockles and 
periwinkles then i did rip van winkle coming back she leaned on the 
sideboard watching moorish eyes twenty years asleep in sleepy hollow 
all changed forgotten the young are old his gun rusty from the dew 
 
ba what is that flying about swallow bat probably thinks i m a tree 
so blind have birds no smell metempsychosis they believed you could 
be changed into a tree from grief weeping willow ba there he goes 
funny little beggar wonder where he lives belfry up there very 
likely hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity bell scared him 
out i suppose mass seems to be over could hear them all at it pray 
for us and pray for us and pray for us good idea the repetition same 
thing with ads buy from us and buy from us yes there s the light in 
the priest s house their frugal meal remember about the mistake in the 
valuation when i was in thom s twentyeight it is two houses they have 
gabriel conroy s brother is curate ba again wonder why they come out 
at night like mice they re a mixed breed birds are like hopping mice 
what frightens them light or noise better sit still all instinct 
like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of a jar by throwing 
in pebbles like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny hands weeny 
bones almost see them shimmering kind of a bluey white colours depend 
on the light you see stare the sun for example like the eagle then look 
at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish wants to stamp his trademark on 
everything instance that cat this morning on the staircase colour of 
brown turf say you never see them with three colours not true that 
half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the city arms with the letter em on 
her forehead body fifty different colours howth a while ago amethyst 
glass flashing that s how that wise man what s his name with the 
burning glass then the heather goes on fire it can t be tourists 
matches what perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the wind and 
light or broken bottles in the furze act as a burning glass in the sun 
archimedes i have it my memory s not so bad 
 
ba who knows what they re always flying for insects that bee last 
week got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling might 
be the one bit me come back to see birds too never find out or what 
they say like our small talk and says she and says he nerve they have 
to fly over the ocean and back lots must be killed in storms telegraph 
wires dreadful life sailors have too big brutes of oceangoing steamers 
floundering along in the dark lowing out like seacows faugh a 
ballagh out of that bloody curse to you others in vessels bit of 
a handkerchief sail pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy 
winds do blow married too sometimes away for years at the ends of the 
earth somewhere no ends really because it s round wife in every port 
they say she has a good job if she minds it till johnny comes marching 
home again if ever he does smelling the tail end of ports how can 
they like the sea yet they do the anchor s weighed off he sails with 
a scapular or a medal on him for luck well and the tephilim no what s 
this they call it poor papa s father had on his door to touch that 
brought us out of the land of egypt and into the house of bondage 
something in all those superstitions because when you go out never know 
what dangers hanging on to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life 
lifebelt round him gulping salt water and that s the last of his nibs 
till the sharks catch hold of him do fish ever get seasick 
 
then you have a beautiful calm without a cloud smooth sea placid 
crew and cargo in smithereens davy jones locker moon looking down so 
peaceful not my fault old cockalorum 
 
a last lonely candle wandered up the sky from mirus bazaar in search of 
funds for mercer s hospital and broke drooping and shed a cluster 
of violet but one white stars they floated fell they faded the 
shepherd s hour the hour of folding hour of tryst from house to 
house giving his everwelcome double knock went the nine o clock 
postman the glowworm s lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through 
the laurel hedges and among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock 
lit the lamp at leahy s terrace by screens of lighted windows by equal 
gardens a shrill voice went crying wailing evening telegraph stop 
press edition result of the gold cup race and from the door of 
dignam s house a boy ran out and called twittering the bat flew here 
flew there far out over the sands the coming surf crept grey howth 
settled for slumber tired of long days of yumyum rhododendrons he was 
old and felt gladly the night breeze lift ruffle his fell of ferns 
he lay but opened a red eye unsleeping deep and slowly breathing 
slumberous but awake and far on kish bank the anchored lightship 
twinkled winked at mr bloom 
 
life those chaps out there must have stuck in the same spot irish 
lights board penance for their sins coastguards too rocket and 
breeches buoy and lifeboat day we went out for the pleasure cruise in 
the erin s king throwing them the sack of old papers bears in the zoo 
filthy trip drunkards out to shake up their livers puking overboard 
to feed the herrings nausea and the women fear of god in their faces 
milly no sign of funk her blue scarf loose laughing don t know what 
death is at that age and then their stomachs clean but being lost they 
fear when we hid behind the tree at crumlin i didn t want to mamma 
mamma babes in the wood frightening them with masks too throwing them 
up in the air to catch them i ll murder you is it only half fun or 
children playing battle whole earnest how can people aim guns at each 
other sometimes they go off poor kids only troubles wildfire and 
nettlerash calomel purge i got her for that after getting better 
asleep with molly very same teeth she has what do they love another 
themselves but the morning she chased her with the umbrella perhaps so 
as not to hurt i felt her pulse ticking little hand it was now big 
dearest papli all that the hand says when you touch loved to count 
my waistcoat buttons her first stays i remember made me laugh to see 
little paps to begin with left one is more sensitive i think mine 
too nearer the heart padding themselves out if fat is in fashion her 
growing pains at night calling wakening me frightened she was when 
her nature came on her first poor child strange moment for the mother 
too brings back her girlhood gibraltar looking from buena vista 
o hara s tower the seabirds screaming old barbary ape that gobbled all 
his family sundown gunfire for the men to cross the lines looking 
out over the sea she told me evening like this but clear no clouds 
i always thought i d marry a lord or a rich gentleman coming with a 
private yacht buenas noches se orita el hombre ama la muchacha 
hermosa why me because you were so foreign from the others 
 
better not stick here all night like a limpet this weather makes you 
dull must be getting on for nine by the light go home too late for 
 leah lily of killarney no might be still up call to the hospital 
to see hope she s over long day i ve had martha the bath funeral 
house of keyes museum with those goddesses dedalus song then that 
bawler in barney kiernan s got my own back there drunken ranters what 
i said about his god made him wince mistake to hit back or no 
ought to go home and laugh at themselves always want to be swilling in 
company afraid to be alone like a child of two suppose he hit me look 
at it other way round not so bad then perhaps not to hurt he meant 
three cheers for israel three cheers for the sister in law he hawked 
about three fangs in her mouth same style of beauty particularly nice 
old party for a cup of tea the sister of the wife of the wild man of 
borneo has just come to town imagine that in the early morning at close 
range everyone to his taste as morris said when he kissed the cow but 
dignam s put the boots on it houses of mourning so depressing because 
you never know anyhow she wants the money must call to those scottish 
widows as i promised strange name takes it for granted we re going to 
pop off first that widow on monday was it outside cramer s that 
looked at me buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on 
the premium her widow s mite well what do you expect her to do must 
wheedle her way along widower i hate to see looks so forlorn poor man 
o connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here the sewage 
hopeless some good matronly woman in a porkpie hat to mother him take 
him in tow platter face and a large apron ladies grey flannelette 
bloomers three shillings a pair astonishing bargain plain and loved 
loved for ever they say ugly no woman thinks she is love lie and be 
handsome for tomorrow we die see him sometimes walking about trying to 
find out who played the trick u p up fate that is he not me also 
a shop often noticed curse seems to dog it dreamt last night wait 
something confused she had red slippers on turkish wore the breeches 
suppose she does would i like her in pyjamas damned hard to answer 
nannetti s gone mailboat near holyhead by now must nail that ad 
of keyes s work hynes and crawford petticoats for molly she has 
something to put in them what s that might be money 
 
mr bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand he 
brought it near his eyes and peered letter no can t read better go 
better i m tired to move page of an old copybook all those holes and 
pebbles who could count them never know what you find bottle with 
story of a treasure in it thrown from a wreck parcels post children 
always want to throw things in the sea trust bread cast on the waters 
what s this bit of stick 
 
o exhausted that female has me not so young now will she come here 
tomorrow wait for her somewhere for ever must come back murderers do 
will i 
 
mr bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot write a 
message for her might remain what 
 
i 
 
some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning useless washed away tide 
comes here saw a pool near her foot bend see my face there dark 
mirror breathe on it stirs all these rocks with lines and scars and 
letters o those transparent besides they don t know what is the 
meaning of that other world i called you naughty boy because i do not 
like 
 
am a 
 
no room let it go 
 
mr bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot hopeless thing sand 
nothing grows in it all fades no fear of big vessels coming up here 
except guinness s barges round the kish in eighty days done half by 
design 
 
he flung his wooden pen away the stick fell in silted sand stuck now 
if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn t chance 
we ll never meet again but it was lovely goodbye dear thanks made 
me feel so young 
 
short snooze now if i had must be near nine liverpool boat long gone 
not even the smoke and she can do the other did too and belfast i 
won t go race there race back to ennis let him just close my eyes 
a moment won t sleep though half dream it never comes the same bat 
again no harm in him just a few 
 
o sweety all your little girlwhite up i saw dirty bracegirdle made me do 
love sticky we two naughty grace darling she him half past the bed met 
him pike hoses frillies for raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave 
under embon se orita young eyes mulvey plump bubs me breadvan winkle 
red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end 
agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in 
her next her next 
 
a bat flew here there here far in the grey a bell chimed mr bloom 
with open mouth his left boot sanded sideways leaned breathed just 
for a few 
 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 
the clock on the mantelpiece in the priest s house cooed where canon 
o hanlon and father conroy and the reverend john hughes s j were 
taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup 
and talking about 
 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 
because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house 
to tell the time that gerty macdowell noticed the time she was there 
because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that was gerty 
macdowell and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was 
sitting on the rocks looking was 
 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 
 
deshil holles eamus deshil holles eamus deshil holles eamus 
 
send us bright one light one horhorn quickening and wombfruit send 
us bright one light one horhorn quickening and wombfruit send us 
bright one light one horhorn quickening and wombfruit 
 
hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa 
 
universally that person s acumen is esteemed very little perceptive 
concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by 
mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that 
which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in 
them high mind s ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain 
when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being 
equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more 
efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may 
have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent 
continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately 
present constitutes the certain sign of omnipotent nature s incorrupted 
benefaction for who is there who anything of some significance has 
apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the 
surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone 
so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature s boon 
can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just 
citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and 
to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently 
commenced might be in the future not with similar excellence 
accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced 
the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither of 
profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would have the 
hardihood to rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone 
be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously 
command and promise which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance 
or with diminution s menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating 
function ever irrevocably enjoined 
 
it is not why therefore we shall wonder if as the best historians 
relate among the celts who nothing that was not in its nature 
admirable admired the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured 
not to speak of hostels leperyards sweating chambers plaguegraves 
their greatest doctors the o shiels the o hickeys the o lees 
have sedulously set down the divers methods by which the sick and the 
relapsed found again health whether the malady had been the trembling 
withering or loose boyconnell flux certainly in every public work which 
in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance 
commensurate and therefore a plan was by them adopted whether by having 
preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is difficult in 
being said which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not 
up to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so 
far from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient 
in that all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely 
for the copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently 
moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and 
for an inconsiderable emolument was provided 
 
to her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be 
molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent 
mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received 
eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding when the 
case was so hoving itself parturient in vehicle thereward carrying 
desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her to be 
received into that domicile o thing of prudent nation not merely in 
being seen but also even in being related worthy of being praised that 
they her by anticipation went seeing mother that she by them suddenly 
to be about to be cherished had been begun she felt 
 
before born bliss babe had within womb won he worship whatever in that 
one case done commodiously done was a couch by midwives attended with 
wholesome food reposeful cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were 
now done and by wise foresight set but to this no less of what drugs 
there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her 
case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various 
latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images divine 
and human the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence 
conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of 
mothers when ostensibly far gone and reproductitive it is come by her 
thereto to lie in her term up 
 
some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night s oncoming of 
israel s folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared stark 
ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house 
 
of that house a horne is lord seventy beds keeps he there teeming 
mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale 
so god s angel to mary quoth watchers tway there walk white sisters 
in ward sleepless smarts they still sickness soothing in twelve moons 
thrice an hundred truest bedthanes they twain are for horne holding 
wariest ward 
 
in ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising 
with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid lo levin leaping 
lightens in eyeblink ireland s westward welkin full she drad that 
god the wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins 
christ s rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe 
infare under her thatch that man her will wotting worthful went in 
horne s house 
 
loth to irk in horne s hall hat holding the seeker stood on her stow he 
ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land 
and seafloor nine years had long outwandered once her in townhithe 
meeting he to her bow had not doffed her to forgive now he craved with 
good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face hers so 
young then had looked light swift her eyes kindled bloom of blushes 
his word winning 
 
as her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared glad 
after she was that ere adread was her he asked if o hare doctor tidings 
sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that o hare 
doctor in heaven was sad was the man that word to hear that him so 
heavied in bowels ruthful all she there told him ruing death for 
friend so young algate sore unwilling god s rightwiseness to withsay 
she said that he had a fair sweet death through god his goodness with 
masspriest to be shriven holy housel and sick men s oil to his limbs 
the man then right earnest asked the nun of which death the dead man was 
died and the nun answered him and said that he was died in mona island 
through bellycrab three year agone come childermas and she prayed to god 
the allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness he heard her 
sad words in held hat sad staring so stood they there both awhile in 
wanhope sorrowing one with other 
 
therefore everyman look to that last end that is thy death and the 
dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came 
naked forth from his mother s womb so naked shall he wend him at the 
last for to go as he came 
 
the man that was come in to the house then spoke to the nursingwoman and 
he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed 
the nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman was in throes 
now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth to bear 
but that now in a little it would be she said thereto that she had 
seen many births of women but never was none so hard as was that woman s 
birth then she set it all forth to him for because she knew the man 
that time was had lived nigh that house the man hearkened to her words 
for he felt with wonder women s woe in the travail that they have of 
motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for 
any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid nine 
twelve bloodflows chiding her childless 
 
and whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there nighed 
them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat and there came 
against the place as they stood a young learningknight yclept dixon and 
the traveller leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they 
had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this 
learningknight lay by cause the traveller leopold came there to be 
healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a 
horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make 
a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice and he 
said now that he should go in to that castle for to make merry with 
them that were there and the traveller leopold said that he should go 
otherwhither for he was a man of cautels and a subtile also the lady 
was of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well 
that the traveller had said thing that was false for his subtility but 
the learningknight would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have 
him in aught contrarious to his list and he said how it was a marvellous 
castle and the traveller leopold went into the castle for to rest him 
for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers 
lands and sometime venery 
 
and in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of finlandy 
and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they durst not 
move more for enchantment and on this board were frightful swords and 
knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white 
flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that there 
abound marvellously and there were vessels that are wrought by magic of 
mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he 
blases in to them like to bubbles and full fair cheer and rich was on 
the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer and there was 
a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange 
fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible 
thing without they see it natheless they are so and these fishes lie 
in an oily water brought there from portugal land because of the fatness 
that therein is like to the juices of the olivepress and also it was 
a marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of 
fecund wheatkidneys out of chaldee that by aid of certain angry spirits 
that they do in to it swells up wondrously like to a vast mountain and 
they teach the serpents there to entwine themselves up on long sticks 
out of the ground and of the scales of these serpents they brew out a 
brewage like to mead 
 
and the learning knight let pour for childe leopold a draught and halp 
thereto the while all they that were there drank every each and childe 
leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat 
in amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and 
anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and 
his neighbour nist not of this wile and he sat down in that castle with 
them for to rest him there awhile thanked be almighty god 
 
this meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at the 
reverence of jesu our alther liege lord to leave their wassailing for 
there was above one quick with child a gentle dame whose time hied 
fast sir leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what 
cry that it was whether of child or woman and i marvel said he that it 
be not come or now meseems it dureth overlong and he was ware and saw 
a franklin that hight lenehan on that side the table that was older than 
any of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the 
one emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full 
gently but said he or it be long too she will bring forth by god his 
bounty and have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long 
and the franklin that had drunken said expecting each moment to be her 
next also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never 
none asking nor desiring of him to drink and now drink said he fully 
delectably and he quaffed as far as he might to their both s health for 
he was a passing good man of his lustiness and sir leopold that was the 
goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars hall and that was the meekest 
man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was 
the very truest knight of the world one that ever did minion service 
to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup woman s woe with wonder 
pondering 
 
now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be 
drunken an they might there was a sort of scholars along either side 
the board that is to wit dixon yclept junior of saint mary merciable s 
with other his fellows lynch and madden scholars of medicine and the 
franklin that hight lenehan and one from alba longa one crotthers and 
young stephen that had mien of a frere that was at head of the board 
and costello that men clepen punch costello all long of a mastery of 
him erewhile gested and of all them reserved young stephen he was the 
most drunken that demanded still of more mead and beside the meek sir 
leopold but on young malachi they waited for that he promised to have 
come and such as intended to no goodness said how he had broke his avow 
and sir leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship to sir simon 
and to this his son young stephen and for that his languor becalmed him 
there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for that 
time in the honourablest manner ruth red him love led on with will to 
wander loth to leave 
 
for they were right witty scholars and he heard their aresouns each gen 
other as touching birth and righteousness young madden maintaining that 
put such case it were hard the wife to die for so it had fallen out a 
matter of some year agone with a woman of eblana in horne s house that 
now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her 
death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case and 
they said farther she should live because in the beginning they said 
the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of 
this imagination affirmed how young madden had said truth for he had 
conscience to let her die and not few and of these was young lynch 
were in doubt that the world was now right evil governed as it was never 
other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his 
judges did provide no remedy a redress god grant this was scant said 
but all cried with one acclaim nay by our virgin mother the wife 
should live and the babe to die in colour whereof they waxed hot 
upon that head what with argument and what for their drinking but the 
franklin lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that at the 
least way mirth might not lack then young madden showed all the whole 
affair and said how that she was dead and how for holy religion sake by 
rede of palmer and bedesman and for a vow he had made to saint ultan of 
arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were 
all wondrous grieved to whom young stephen had these words following 
murmur sirs is eke oft among lay folk both babe and parent now 
glorify their maker the one in limbo gloom the other in purgefire 
but gramercy what of those godpossibled souls that we nightly 
impossibilise which is the sin against the holy ghost very god lord 
and giver of life for sirs he said our lust is brief we are means 
to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we 
then said dixon junior to punch costello wist he what ends but he had 
overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he 
would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if 
it so fortuned him to be delivered of his spleen of lustihead whereat 
crotthers of alba longa sang young malachi s praise of that beast the 
unicorn how once in the millennium he cometh by his horn the other all 
this while pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice 
him witnessing all and several by saint foutinus his engines that 
he was able to do any manner of thing that lay in man to do thereat 
laughed they all right jocundly only young stephen and sir leopold which 
never durst laugh too open by reason of a strange humour which he would 
not bewray and also for that he rued for her that bare whoso she might 
be or wheresoever then spake young stephen orgulous of mother church 
that would cast him out of her bosom of law of canons of lilith 
patron of abortions of bigness wrought by wind of seeds of brightness 
or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or as virgilius saith by the 
influence of the occident or by the reek of moonflower or an she lie 
with a woman which her man has but lain with effectu secuto or 
peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of averroes and moses 
maimonides he said also how at the end of the second month a human soul 
was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for god s 
greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was but a dam to bear 
beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the fisherman s 
seal even that blessed peter on which rock was holy church for all ages 
founded all they bachelors then asked of sir leopold would he in like 
case so jeopard her person as risk life to save life a wariness of 
mind he would answer as fitted all and laying hand to jaw he said 
dissembling as his wont was that as it was informed him who had ever 
loved the art of physic as might a layman and agreeing also with his 
experience of so seldomseen an accident it was good for that mother 
church belike at one blow had birth and death pence and in such sort 
deliverly he scaped their questions that is truth pardy said dixon 
and or i err a pregnant word which hearing young stephen was a 
marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth from the poor 
lendeth to the lord for he was of a wild manner when he was drunken and 
that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons 
 
but sir leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had 
pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour 
and as he was minded of his good lady marion that had borne him an only 
manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art 
could save so dark is destiny and she was wondrous stricken of heart 
for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of 
lamb s wool the flower of the flock lest he might perish utterly and 
lie akeled for it was then about the midst of the winter and now sir 
leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his 
friend s son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and 
as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage for all 
accounted him of real parts so grieved he also in no less measure 
for young stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and 
murdered his goods with whores 
 
about that present time young stephen filled all cups that stood empty 
so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed 
their approach from him that still plied it very busily who praying for 
the intentions of the sovereign pontiff he gave them for a pledge the 
vicar of christ which also as he said is vicar of bray now drink we 
quod he of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel 
of my body but my soul s bodiment leave ye fraction of bread to them 
that live by bread alone be not afeard neither for any want for this 
will comfort more than the other will dismay see ye here and he showed 
them glistering coins of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of 
two pound nineteen shilling that he had he said for a song which he 
writ they all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of 
money as was herebefore his words were then these as followeth know 
all men he said time s ruins build eternity s mansions what means 
this desire s wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a 
bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time mark me now in woman s 
womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh 
that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away this is the 
postcreation omnis caro ad te veniet no question but her name is 
puissant who aventried the dear corse of our agenbuyer healer and herd 
our mighty mother and mother most venerable and bernardus saith aptly 
that she hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem that is to wit an 
almightiness of petition because she is the second eve and she won 
us saith augustine too whereas that other our grandam which we are 
linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all 
seed breed and generation for a penny pippin but here is the matter 
now or she knew him that second i say and was but creature of her 
creature vergine madre figlia di tuo figlio or she knew him not and 
then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with peter piscator who 
lives in the house that jack built and with joseph the joiner patron of 
the happy demise of all unhappy marriages parceque m l o taxil nous 
a dit que qui l avait mise dans cette fichue position c tait le 
sacre pigeon ventre de dieu entweder transubstantiality oder 
consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality and all cried out 
upon it for a very scurvy word a pregnancy without joy he said a 
birth without pangs a body without blemish a belly without bigness 
let the lewd with faith and fervour worship with will will we 
withstand withsay 
 
hereupon punch costello dinged with his fist upon the board and would 
sing a bawdy catch staboo stabella about a wench that was put in pod 
of a jolly swashbuckler in almany which he did straightways now attack 
 the first three months she was not well staboo when here nurse 
quigley from the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor 
was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have all 
orderly against lord andrew came for because she was jealous that 
no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard it was an 
ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking 
in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage nor did her 
hortative want of it effect for incontinently punch costello was of them 
all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and 
shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode 
with him a murrain seize the dolt what a devil he would be at thou 
chuff thou puny thou got in peasestraw thou losel thou chitterling 
thou spawn of a rebel thou dykedropt thou abortion thou to shut up 
his drunken drool out of that like a curse of god ape the good sir 
leopold that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet margerain 
gentle advising also the time s occasion as most sacred and most worthy 
to be most sacred in horne s house rest should reign 
 
to be short this passage was scarce by when master dixon of mary in 
eccles goodly grinning asked young stephen what was the reason why he 
had not cided to take friar s vows and he answered him obedience in the 
womb chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days master 
lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious deeds 
and how as he heard hereof counted he had besmirched the lily virtue 
of a confiding female which was corruption of minors and they all 
intershowed it too waxing merry and toasting to his fathership but he 
said very entirely it was clean contrary to their suppose for he was 
the eternal son and ever virgin thereat mirth grew in them the more and 
they rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and 
deflowering of spouses as the priests use in madagascar island she 
to be in guise of white and saffron her groom in white and grain with 
burning of nard and tapers on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and 
the anthem ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was 
there unmaided he gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those 
delicate poets master john fletcher and master francis beaumont that is 
in their maid s tragedy that was writ for a like twining of lovers 
 to bed to bed was the burden of it to be played with accompanable 
concent upon the virginals an exquisite dulcet epithalame of most 
mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous 
flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium 
of connubial communion well met they were said master dixon joyed 
but harkee young sir better were they named beau mount and lecher 
for by my troth of such a mingling much might come young stephen said 
indeed to his best remembrance they had but the one doxy between them 
and she of the stews to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran 
very high in those days and the custom of the country approved with it 
greater love than this he said no man hath that a man lay down his 
wife for his friend go thou and do likewise thus or words to that 
effect saith zarathustra sometime regius professor of french letters 
to the university of oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom 
mankind was more beholden bring a stranger within thy tower it will 
go hard but thou wilt have the secondbest bed orate fratres pro 
memetipso and all the people shall say amen remember erin thy 
generations and thy days of old how thou settedst little by me and by 
my word and broughtedst in a stranger to my gates to commit fornication 
in my sight and to wax fat and kick like jeshurum therefore hast thou 
sinned against my light and hast made me thy lord to be the slave of 
servants return return clan milly forget me not o milesian why 
hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for 
a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the roman and to the indian of 
dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously look forth now 
my people upon the land of behest even from horeb and from nebo and 
from pisgah and from the horns of hatten unto a land flowing with milk 
and money but thou hast suckled me with a bitter milk my moon and my 
sun thou hast quenched for ever and thou hast left me alone for ever 
in the dark ways of my bitterness and with a kiss of ashes hast thou 
kissed my mouth this tenebrosity of the interior he proceeded to say 
hath not been illumined by the wit of the septuagint nor so much as 
mentioned for the orient from on high which brake hell s gates visited a 
darkness that was foraneous assuefaction minorates atrocities as tully 
saith of his darling stoics and hamlet his father showeth the prince no 
blister of combustion the adiaphane in the noon of life is an egypt s 
plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their 
most proper ubi and quomodo and as the ends and ultimates of 
all things accord in some mean and measure with their inceptions and 
originals that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth 
from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing 
and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it 
with our subsolar being the aged sisters draw us into life we wail 
batten sport clip clasp sunder dwindle die over us dead they 
bend first saved from waters of old nile among bulrushes a bed 
of fasciated wattles at last the cavity of a mountain an occulted 
sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage and as 
no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall 
thereby be ushered nor whether to tophet or to edenville in the like way 
is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness 
the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness 
 
thereto punch costello roared out mainly etienne chanson but he loudly 
bid them lo wisdom hath built herself a house this vast majestic 
longstablished vault the crystal palace of the creator all in applepie 
order a penny for him who finds the pea 
 
 behold the mansion reared by dedal jack 
 see the malt stored in many a refluent sack 
 in the proud cirque of jackjohn s bivouac 
 
a black crack of noise in the street here alack bawled back loud on 
left thor thundered in anger awful the hammerhurler came now the storm 
that hist his heart and master lynch bade him have a care to flout and 
witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry and 
he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed wan as they might all 
mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught uplift 
was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook within the 
cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm then did some 
mock and some jeer and punch costello fell hard again to his yale which 
master lenehan vowed he would do after and he was indeed but a word and 
a blow on any the least colour but the braggart boaster cried that an 
old nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would 
not lag behind his lead but this was only to dye his desperation as 
cowed he crouched in horne s hall he drank indeed at one draught to 
pluck up a heart of any grace for it thundered long rumblingly over all 
the heavens so that master madden being godly certain whiles knocked 
him on his ribs upon that crack of doom and master bloom at the 
braggart s side spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear 
advertising how it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he heard 
the discharge of fluid from the thunderhead look you having taken 
place and all of the order of a natural phenomenon 
 
but was young boasthard s fear vanquished by calmer s words no for he 
had in his bosom a spike named bitterness which could not by words be 
done away and was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the 
other he was neither as much as he would have liked to be either but 
could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the 
bottle holiness that then he lived withal indeed no for grace was not 
there to find that bottle heard he then in that clap the voice of the 
god bringforth or what calmer said a hubbub of phenomenon heard 
why he could not but hear unless he had plugged him up the tube 
understanding which he had not done for through that tube he saw that 
he was in the land of phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die 
as he was like the rest too a passing show and would he not accept to 
die like the rest and pass away by no means would he though he must nor 
would he make more shows according as men do with wives which phenomenon 
has commanded them to do by the book law then wotted he nought of that 
other land which is called believe on me that is the land of promise 
which behoves to the king delightful and shall be for ever where there 
is no death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall 
come as many as believe on it yes pious had told him of that land and 
chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he 
fell in with a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name she 
said is bird in the hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true 
path by her flatteries that she said to him as ho you pretty man turn 
aside hither and i will show you a brave place and she lay at him so 
flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named two in the bush 
or by some learned carnal concupiscence 
 
this was it what all that company that sat there at commons in manse 
of mothers the most lusted after and if they met with this whore 
bird in the hand which was within all foul plagues monsters and a 
wicked devil they would strain the last but they would make at her and 
know her for regarding believe on me they said it was nought else 
but notion and they could conceive no thought of it for first 
two in the bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and 
in it were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words 
printed on them pickaback and topsyturvy and shameface and cheek by 
jowl and second for that foul plague allpox and the monsters they 
cared not for them for preservative had given them a stout shield of 
oxengut and third that they might take no hurt neither from offspring 
that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same shield which was 
named killchild so were they all in their blind fancy mr cavil and mr 
sometimes godly mr ape swillale mr false franklin mr dainty dixon 
young boasthard and mr cautious calmer wherein o wretched company 
were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the god that was in a 
very grievous rage that he would presently lift his arm up and 
spill their souls for their abuses and their spillings done by them 
contrariwise to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth 
 
so thursday sixteenth june patk dignam laid in clay of an apoplexy and 
after hard drought please god rained a bargeman coming in by water a 
fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won t sprout fields 
athirst very sadcoloured and stunk mightily the quags and tofts too 
hard to breathe and all the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle 
this long while back as no man remembered to be without the rosy buds 
all gone brown and spread out blobs and on the hills nought but dry flag 
and faggots that would catch at first fire all the world saying for 
aught they knew the big wind of last february a year that did havoc the 
land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness but by and 
by as said this evening after sundown the wind sitting in the 
west biggish swollen clouds to be seen as the night increased and the 
weatherwise poring up at them and some sheet lightnings at first and 
after past ten of the clock one great stroke with a long thunder and 
in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the smoking 
shower the men making shelter for their straws with a clout or 
kerchief womenfolk skipping off with kirtles catched up soon as the 
pour came in ely place baggot street duke s lawn thence through 
merrion green up to holles street a swash of water flowing that was 
before bonedry and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but 
no more crack after that first over against the rt hon mr justice 
fitzgibbon s door that is to sit with mr healy the lawyer upon the 
college lands mal mulligan a gentleman s gentleman that had but come 
from mr moore s the writer s that was a papish but is now folk say 
a good williamite chanced against alec bannon in a cut bob which are 
now in with dance cloaks of kendal green that was new got to town from 
mullingar with the stage where his coz and mal m s brother will stay a 
month yet till saint swithin and asks what in the earth he does there 
he bound home and he to andrew horne s being stayed for to crush a cup 
of wine so he said but would tell him of a skittish heifer big of 
her age and beef to the heel and all this while poured with rain and 
so both together on to horne s there leop bloom of crawford s journal 
sitting snug with a covey of wags likely brangling fellows dixon jun 
scholar of my lady of mercy s vin lynch a scots fellow will madden 
t lenehan very sad about a racer he fancied and stephen d leop bloom 
there for a languor he had but was now better be having dreamed tonight 
a strange fancy of his dame mrs moll with red slippers on in a pair of 
turkey trunks which is thought by those in ken to be for a change and 
mistress purefoy there that got in through pleading her belly and now 
on the stools poor body two days past her term the midwives sore put 
to it and can t deliver she queasy for a bowl of riceslop that is a 
shrewd drier up of the insides and her breath very heavy more than good 
and should be a bullyboy from the knocks they say but god give her 
soon issue tis her ninth chick to live i hear and lady day bit off 
her last chick s nails that was then a twelvemonth and with other three 
all breastfed that died written out in a fair hand in the king s bible 
her hub fifty odd and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to 
be seen any fair sabbath with a pair of his boys off bullock harbour 
dapping on the sound with a heavybraked reel or in a punt he has 
trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag i hear in sum 
an infinite great fall of rain and all refreshed and will much increase 
the harvest yet those in ken say after wind and water fire shall come 
for a prognostication of malachi s almanac and i hear that mr russell 
has done a prophetical charm of the same gist out of the hindustanish 
for his farmer s gazette to have three things in all but this a mere 
fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes 
they are found in the right guess with their queerities no telling how 
 
with this came up lenehan to the feet of the table to say how the letter 
was in that night s gazette and he made a show to find it about him 
 for he swore with an oath that he had been at pains about it but on 
stephen s persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit near 
by which he did mighty brisk he was a kind of sport gentleman that 
went for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of women 
horseflesh or hot scandal he had it pat to tell the truth he was mean 
in fortunes and for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses 
and low taverns with crimps ostlers bookies paul s men runners 
flatcaps waistcoateers ladies of the bagnio and other rogues of the 
game or with a chanceable catchpole or a tipstaff often at nights 
till broad day of whom he picked up between his sackpossets much loose 
gossip he took his ordinary at a boilingcook s and if he had but gotten 
into him a mess of broken victuals or a platter of tripes with a bare 
tester in his purse he could always bring himself off with his tongue 
some randy quip he had from a punk or whatnot that every mother s son of 
them would burst their sides the other costello that is hearing this 
talk asked was it poetry or a tale faith no he says frank that was 
his name tis all about kerry cows that are to be butchered along of 
the plague but they can go hang says he with a wink for me with their 
bully beef a pox on it there s as good fish in this tin as ever came 
out of it and very friendly he offered to take of some salty sprats that 
stood by which he had eyed wishly in the meantime and found the place 
which was indeed the chief design of his embassy as he was sharpset 
 mort aux vaches says frank then in the french language that had been 
indentured to a brandyshipper that has a winelodge in bordeaux and he 
spoke french like a gentleman too from a child this frank had been 
a donought that his father a headborough who could ill keep him to 
school to learn his letters and the use of the globes matriculated at 
the university to study the mechanics but he took the bit between his 
teeth like a raw colt and was more familiar with the justiciary and the 
parish beadle than with his volumes one time he would be a playactor 
then a sutler or a welsher then nought would keep him from the bearpit 
and the cocking main then he was for the ocean sea or to hoof it on 
the roads with the romany folk kidnapping a squire s heir by favour of 
moonlight or fecking maids linen or choking chicken behind a hedge he 
had been off as many times as a cat has lives and back again with naked 
pockets as many more to his father the headborough who shed a pint 
of tears as often as he saw him what says mr leopold with his hands 
across that was earnest to know the drift of it will they slaughter 
all i protest i saw them but this day morning going to the liverpool 
boats says he i can scarce believe tis so bad says he and he had 
experience of the like brood beasts and of springers greasy hoggets and 
wether wool having been some years before actuary for mr joseph cuffe 
a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow 
auctions hard by mr gavin low s yard in prussia street i question with 
you there says he more like tis the hoose or the timber tongue mr 
stephen a little moved but very handsomely told him no such matter and 
that he had dispatches from the emperor s chief tailtickler thanking 
him for the hospitality that was sending over doctor rinderpest the 
bestquoted cowcatcher in all muscovy with a bolus or two of physic to 
take the bull by the horns come come says mr vincent plain dealing 
he ll find himself on the horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a 
bull that s irish says he irish by name and irish by nature says mr 
stephen and he sent the ale purling about an irish bull in an english 
chinashop i conceive you says mr dixon it is that same bull that was 
sent to our island by farmer nicholas the bravest cattlebreeder of them 
all with an emerald ring in his nose true for you says mr vincent 
cross the table and a bullseye into the bargain says he and a plumper 
and a portlier bull says he never shit on shamrock he had horns 
galore a coat of cloth of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of 
his nostrils so that the women of our island leaving doughballs and 
rollingpins followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains 
what for that says mr dixon but before he came over farmer nicholas 
that was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a college of doctors who 
were no better off than himself so be off now says he and do all my 
cousin german the lord harry tells you and take a farmer s blessing and 
with that he slapped his posteriors very soundly but the slap and the 
blessing stood him friend says mr vincent for to make up he taught him 
a trick worth two of the other so that maid wife abbess and widow to 
this day affirm that they would rather any time of the month whisper 
in his ear in the dark of a cowhouse or get a lick on the nape from his 
long holy tongue than lie with the finest strapping young ravisher in 
the four fields of all ireland another then put in his word and they 
dressed him says he in a point shift and petticoat with a tippet and 
girdle and ruffles on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him 
all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him at every turn of 
the road with a gold manger in each full of the best hay in the market 
so that he could doss and dung to his heart s content by this time the 
father of the faithful for so they called him was grown so heavy that 
he could scarce walk to pasture to remedy which our cozening dames and 
damsels brought him his fodder in their apronlaps and as soon as his 
belly was full he would rear up on his hind uarters to show their 
ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bulls language 
and they all after him ay says another and so pampered was he that he 
would suffer nought to grow in all the land but green grass for himself 
 for that was the only colour to his mind and there was a board put up 
on a hillock in the middle of the island with a printed notice saying 
by the lord harry green is the grass that grows on the ground and 
says mr dixon if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in roscommon or 
the wilds of connemara or a husbandman in sligo that was sowing as much 
as a handful of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he d run amok over half 
the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all 
by lord harry s orders there was bad blood between them at first says 
mr vincent and the lord harry called farmer nicholas all the old nicks 
in the world and an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his house 
and i ll meddle in his matters says he i ll make that animal smell 
hell says he with the help of that good pizzle my father left me but 
one evening says mr dixon when the lord harry was cleaning his royal 
pelt to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had spade oars for 
himself but the first rule of the course was that the others were to row 
with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull 
and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry 
he found sure enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous 
champion bull of the romans bos bovum which is good bog latin for 
boss of the show after that says mr vincent the lord harry put his 
head into a cow s drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers 
and pulling it out again told them all his new name then with the 
water running off him he got into an old smock and skirt that had 
belonged to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bulls language 
to study but he could never learn a word of it except the first personal 
pronoun which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went 
out for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what 
took his fancy the side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of 
cotton or a corkfloat in short he and the bull of ireland were soon as 
fast friends as an arse and a shirt they were says mr stephen and 
the end was that the men of the island seeing no help was toward as 
the ungrate women were all of one mind made a wherry raft loaded 
themselves and their bundles of chattels on shipboard set all masts 
erect manned the yards sprang their luff heaved to spread three 
sheets in the wind put her head between wind and water weighed anchor 
ported her helm ran up the jolly roger gave three times three let the 
bullgine run pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover 
the main of america which was the occasion says mr vincent of the 
composing by a boatswain of that rollicking chanty 
 
 pope peter s but a pissabed 
 a man s a man for a that 
 
our worthy acquaintance mr malachi mulligan now appeared in the doorway 
as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a friend 
whom he had just rencountered a young gentleman his name alec bannon 
who had late come to town it being his intention to buy a colour or a 
cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars mr mulligan was civil 
enough to express some relish of it all the more as it jumped with a 
project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched 
on whereat he handed round to the company a set of pasteboard cards 
which he had had printed that day at mr quinnell s bearing a legend 
printed in fair italics mr malachi mulligan fertiliser and incubator 
lambay island his project as he went on to expound was to withdraw 
from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir 
fopling popinjay and sir milksop quidnunc in town and to devote himself 
to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed well 
let us hear of it good my friend said mr dixon i make no doubt it 
smacks of wenching come be seated both tis as cheap sitting as 
standing mr mulligan accepted of the invitation and expatiating upon 
his design told his hearers that he had been led into this thought by 
a consideration of the causes of sterility both the inhibitory and the 
prohibitory whether the inhibition in its turn were due to conjugal 
vexations or to a parsimony of the balance as well as whether the 
prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities 
acquired it grieved him plaguily he said to see the nuptial couch 
defrauded of its dearest pledges and to reflect upon so many agreeable 
females with rich jointures a prey to the vilest bonzes who hide their 
flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly 
bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might 
multiply the inlets of happiness sacrificing the inestimable jewel of 
their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress this he 
assured them made his heart weep to curb this inconvenient which 
he concluded due to a suppression of latent heat having advised with 
certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter he had 
resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of lambay 
island from its holder lord talbot de malahide a tory gentleman of 
note much in favour with our ascendancy party he proposed to set up 
there a national fertilising farm to be named omphalos with an obelisk 
hewn and erected after the fashion of egypt and to offer his dutiful 
yeoman services for the fecundation of any female of what grade of life 
soever who should there direct to him with the desire of fulfilling the 
functions of her natural money was no object he said nor would he 
take a penny for his pains the poorest kitchenwench no less than the 
opulent lady of fashion if so be their constructions and their tempers 
were warm persuaders for their petitions would find in him their man 
for his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a 
diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there the flesh of these 
latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his purpose both 
broiled and stewed with a blade of mace and a pod or two of capsicum 
chillies after this homily which he delivered with much warmth of 
asseveration mr mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with 
which he had shielded it they both it seems had been overtaken by the 
rain and for all their mending their pace had taken water as might be 
observed by mr mulligan s smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now 
somewhat piebald his project meanwhile was very favourably entertained 
by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though mr dixon of 
mary s excepted to it asking with a finicking air did he purpose also 
to carry coals to newcastle mr mulligan however made court to the 
scholarly by an apt quotation from the classics which as it dwelt 
upon his memory seemed to him a sound and tasteful support of his 
contention talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi o quirites 
ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici 
titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus 
centurionum romanorum magnopere anteponunt while for those of ruder 
wit he drove home his point by analogies of the animal kingdom more 
suitable to their stomach the buck and doe of the forest glade the 
farmyard drake and duck 
 
valuing himself not a little upon his elegance being indeed a proper 
man of person this talkative now applied himself to his dress with 
animadversions of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the atmospherics 
while the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had 
advanced the young gentleman his friend overjoyed as he was at a 
passage that had late befallen him could not forbear to tell it his 
nearest neighbour mr mulligan now perceiving the table asked for whom 
were those loaves and fishes and seeing the stranger he made him 
a civil bow and said pray sir was you in need of any professional 
assistance we could give who upon his offer thanked him very 
heartily though preserving his proper distance and replied that he was 
come there about a lady now an inmate of horne s house that was in an 
interesting condition poor body from woman s woe and here he fetched 
a deep sigh to know if her happiness had yet taken place mr dixon 
to turn the table took on to ask of mr mulligan himself whether 
his incipient ventripotence upon which he rallied him betokened an 
ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due 
as with the noted physician mr austin meldon to a wolf in the stomach 
for answer mr mulligan in a gale of laughter at his smalls smote 
himself bravely below the diaphragm exclaiming with an admirable droll 
mimic of mother grogan the most excellent creature of her sex though 
 tis pity she s a trollop there s a belly that never bore a bastard 
this was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storm of mirth and threw 
the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight the spry 
rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the 
antechamber 
 
here the listener who was none other than the scotch student a little 
fume of a fellow blond as tow congratulated in the liveliest fashion 
with the young gentleman and interrupting the narrative at a salient 
point having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the 
obligingness to pass him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by 
a questioning poise of the head a whole century of polite breeding had 
not achieved so nice a gesture to which was united an equivalent but 
contrary balance of the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was ever 
done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it mais bien s r 
noble stranger said he cheerily et mille compliments that you may 
and very opportunely there wanted nothing but this cup to crown my 
felicity but gracious heaven was i left with but a crust in my wallet 
and a cupful of water from the well my god i would accept of them and 
find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to 
the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the giver of good 
things with these words he approached the goblet to his lips took a 
complacent draught of the cordial slicked his hair and opening his 
bosom out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband that very 
picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein 
gazing upon those features with a world of tenderness ah monsieur he 
said had you but beheld her as i did with these eyes at that affecting 
instant with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap a gift for her 
feastday as she told me prettily in such an artless disorder of so 
melting a tenderness pon my conscience even you monsieur had been 
impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the hands of 
such an enemy or to quit the field for ever i declare i was never so 
touched in all my life god i thank thee as the author of my days 
thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her 
favours a sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words and having 
replaced the locket in his bosom he wiped his eye and sighed again 
beneficent disseminator of blessings to all thy creatures how great 
and universal must be that sweetest of thy tyrannies which can hold in 
thrall the free and the bond the simple swain and the polished coxcomb 
the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer 
years but indeed sir i wander from the point how mingled and 
imperfect are all our sublunary joys maledicity he exclaimed in 
anguish would to god that foresight had but remembered me to take my 
cloak along i could weep to think of it then though it had poured 
seven showers we were neither of us a penny the worse but beshrew me 
he cried clapping hand to his forehead tomorrow will be a new day and 
thousand thunders i know of a marchand de capotes monsieur poyntz 
from whom i can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the french fashion 
as ever kept a lady from wetting tut tut cries le fecondateur 
tripping in my friend monsieur moore that most accomplished traveller 
 i have just cracked a half bottle avec lui in a circle of the best wits 
of the town is my authority that in cape horn ventre biche they 
have a rain that will wet through any even the stoutest cloak a 
drenching of that violence he tells me sans blague has sent more 
than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world 
pooh a livre cries monsieur lynch the clumsy things are dear at a 
sou one umbrella were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom is worth ten 
such stopgaps no woman of any wit would wear one my dear kitty told me 
today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in 
such an ark of salvation for as she reminded me blushing piquantly and 
whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy 
butterflies dame nature by the divine blessing has implanted it in 
our hearts and it has become a household word that il y a deux choses 
for which the innocence of our original garb in other circumstances a 
breach of the proprieties is the fittest nay the only garment the 
first said she and here my pretty philosopher as i handed her to her 
tilbury to fix my attention gently tipped with her tongue the outer 
chamber of my ear the first is a bath but at this point a bell 
tinkling in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for 
the enrichment of our store of knowledge 
 
amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell rang and while 
all were conjecturing what might be the cause miss callan entered and 
having spoken a few words in a low tone to young mr dixon retired with 
a profound bow to the company the presence even for a moment among a 
party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and 
not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of 
the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of 
ribaldry strike me silly said costello a low fellow who was fuddled 
a monstrous fine bit of cowflesh i ll be sworn she has rendezvoused 
you what you dog have you a way with them gad s bud immensely 
so said mr lynch the bedside manner it is that they use in the mater 
hospice demme does not doctor o gargle chuck the nuns there under the 
chin as i look to be saved i had it from my kitty who has been wardmaid 
there any time these seven months lawksamercy doctor cried the young 
blood in the primrose vest feigning a womanish simper and with immodest 
squirmings of his body how you do tease a body drat the man bless 
me i m all of a wibbly wobbly why you re as bad as dear little father 
cantekissem that you are may this pot of four half choke me cried 
costello if she aint in the family way i knows a lady what s got a 
white swelling quick as i claps eyes on her the young surgeon however 
rose and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just 
then informed him that he was needed in the ward merciful providence 
had been pleased to put a period to the sufferings of the lady who was 
 enceinte which she had borne with a laudable fortitude and she had 
given birth to a bouncing boy i want patience said he with those 
who without wit to enliven or learning to instruct revile an ennobling 
profession which saving the reverence due to the deity is the greatest 
power for happiness upon the earth i am positive when i say that if 
need were i could produce a cloud of witnesses to the excellence of 
her noble exercitations which so far from being a byword should be a 
glorious incentive in the human breast i cannot away with them what 
malign such an one the amiable miss callan who is the lustre of 
her own sex and the astonishment of ours and at an instant the most 
momentous that can befall a puny child of clay perish the thought i 
shudder to think of the future of a race where the seeds of such malice 
have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and 
maid in house of horne having delivered himself of this rebuke he 
saluted those present on the by and repaired to the door a murmur 
of approval arose from all and some were for ejecting the low soaker 
without more ado a design which would have been effected nor would 
he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged his 
transgression by affirming with a horrid imprecation for he swore a 
round hand that he was as good a son of the true fold as ever drew 
breath stap my vitals said he them was always the sentiments of 
honest frank costello which i was bred up most particular to honour thy 
father and thy mother that had the best hand to a rolypoly or a hasty 
pudding as you ever see what i always looks back on with a loving heart 
 
to revert to mr bloom who after his first entry had been conscious of 
some impudent mocks which he however had borne with as being the fruits 
of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not 
pity the young sparks it is true were as full of extravagancies 
as overgrown children the words of their tumultuary discussions 
were difficultly understood and not often nice their testiness and 
outrageous mots were such that his intellects resiled from nor were 
they scrupulously sensible of the proprieties though their fund of 
strong animal spirits spoke in their behalf but the word of mr costello 
was an unwelcome language for him for he nauseated the wretch that 
seemed to him a cropeared creature of a misshapen gibbosity born out 
of wedlock and thrust like a crookback toothed and feet first into the 
world which the dint of the surgeon s pliers in his skull lent indeed 
a colour to so as to put him in thought of that missing link of 
creation s chain desiderated by the late ingenious mr darwin it was now 
for more than the middle span of our allotted years that he had passed 
through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and being of a wary 
ascendancy and self a man of rare forecast he had enjoined his heart 
to repress all motions of a rising choler and by intercepting them 
with the readiest precaution foster within his breast that plenitude 
of sufferance which base minds jeer at rash judgers scorn and all find 
tolerable and but tolerable to those who create themselves wits at the 
cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind which he never did hold 
with to them he would concede neither to bear the name nor to herit 
the tradition of a proper breeding while for such that having lost 
all forbearance can lose no more there remained the sharp antidote of 
experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious 
retreat not but what he could feel with mettlesome youth which caring 
nought for the mows of dotards or the gruntlings of the severe is ever 
 as the chaste fancy of the holy writer expresses it for eating of the 
tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to pretermit humanity upon any 
condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was about her lawful 
occasions to conclude while from the sister s words he had reckoned 
upon a speedy delivery he was however it must be owned not a little 
alleviated by the intelligence that the issue so auspicated after an 
ordeal of such duress now testified once more to the mercy as well as to 
the bounty of the supreme being 
 
accordingly he broke his mind to his neighbour saying that to express 
his notion of the thing his opinion who ought not perchance to express 
one was that one must have a cold constitution and a frigid genius not 
to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the fruition of her confinement 
since she had been in such pain through no fault of hers the dressy 
young blade said it was her husband s that put her in that expectation 
or at least it ought to be unless she were another ephesian matron i 
must acquaint you said mr crotthers clapping on the table so as to 
evoke a resonant comment of emphasis old glory allelujurum was round 
again today an elderly man with dundrearies preferring through his 
nose a request to have word of wilhelmina my life as he calls her i 
bade him hold himself in readiness for that the event would burst anon 
 slife i ll be round with you i cannot but extol the virile potency of 
the old bucko that could still knock another child out of her all fell 
to praising of it each after his own fashion though the same young 
blade held with his former view that another than her conjugial had 
been the man in the gap a clerk in orders a linkboy virtuous or 
an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household singular 
communed the guest with himself the wonderfully unequal faculty of 
metempsychosis possessed by them that the puerperal dormitory and the 
dissecting theatre should be the seminaries of such frivolity that the 
mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a 
pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of 
an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest but 
he further added it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in 
common oppress them for i have more than once observed that birds of a 
feather laugh together 
 
but with what fitness let it be asked of the noble lord his patron 
has this alien whom the concession of a gracious prince has admitted 
to civic rights constituted himself the lord paramount of our 
internal polity where is now that gratitude which loyalty should have 
counselled during the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary 
advantage with his granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that 
moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant 
at will while he trembled for the security of his four per cents has he 
forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received or is it that from 
being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is 
if report belie him not his own and his only enjoyer far be it from 
candour to violate the bedchamber of a respectable lady the daughter of 
a gallant major or to cast the most distant reflections upon her 
virtue but if he challenges attention there as it was indeed highly his 
interest not to have done then be it so unhappy woman she has been 
too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to 
listen to his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of 
the desperate he says this a censor of morals a very pelican in his 
piety who did not scruple oblivious of the ties of nature to attempt 
illicit intercourse with a female domestic drawn from the lowest strata 
of society nay had the hussy s scouringbrush not been her tutelary 
angel it had gone with her as hard as with hagar the egyptian in the 
question of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in 
mr cuffe s hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher a scathing 
retort couched in terms as straightforward as they were bucolic it ill 
becomes him to preach that gospel has he not nearer home a seedfield 
that lies fallow for the want of the ploughshare a habit reprehensible 
at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life if he must 
dispense his balm of gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste 
to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his 
practice consist better with the doctrines that now engross him his 
marital breast is the repository of secrets which decorum is reluctant 
to adduce the lewd suggestions of some faded beauty may console him for 
a consort neglected and debauched but this new exponent of morals and 
healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree which when rooted in 
its native orient throve and flourished and was abundant in balm 
but transplanted to a clime more temperate its roots have lost their 
quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is stagnant acid 
and inoperative 
 
the news was imparted with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial 
usage of the sublime porte by the second female infirmarian to the 
junior medical officer in residence who in his turn announced to the 
delegation that an heir had been born when he had betaken himself 
to the women s apartment to assist at the prescribed ceremony of the 
afterbirth in the presence of the secretary of state for domestic 
affairs and the members of the privy council silent in unanimous 
exhaustion and approbation the delegates chafing under the length and 
solemnity of their vigil and hoping that the joyful occurrence would 
palliate a licence which the simultaneous absence of abigail and 
obstetrician rendered the easier broke out at once into a strife of 
tongues in vain the voice of mr canvasser bloom was heard endeavouring 
to urge to mollify to refrain the moment was too propitious for the 
display of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union among 
tempers so divergent every phase of the situation was successively 
eviscerated the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers the caesarean 
section posthumity with respect to the father and that rarer form 
with respect to the mother the fratricidal case known as the childs 
murder and rendered memorable by the impassioned plea of mr advocate 
bushe which secured the acquittal of the wrongfully accused the 
rights of primogeniture and king s bounty touching twins and triplets 
miscarriages and infanticides simulated or dissimulated the acardiac 
 foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to a congestion the agnathia 
of certain chinless chinamen cited by mr candidate mulligan in 
consequence of defective reunion of the maxillary knobs along the medial 
line so that as he said one ear could hear what the other spoke the 
benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep the prolongation of labour 
pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the vein the 
premature relentment of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the 
actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the matrix artificial 
insemination by means of syringes involution of the womb consequent 
upon the menopause the problem of the perpetration of the species in 
the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape that distressing 
manner of delivery called by the brandenburghers sturzgeburt the 
recorded instances of multiseminal twikindled and monstrous births 
conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents in 
a word all the cases of human nativity which aristotle has classified 
in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations the gravest 
problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much 
animation as the most popular beliefs on the state of pregnancy such as 
the forbidding to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest 
by her movement the navelcord should strangle her creature and 
the injunction upon her in the event of a yearning ardently and 
ineffectually entertained to place her hand against that part of her 
person which long usage has consecrated as the seat of castigation 
the abnormalities of harelip breastmole supernumerary digits negro s 
inkle strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a 
 prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded 
 the case of madame grissel steevens was not forgotten or doghaired 
infants occasionally born the hypothesis of a plasmic memory advanced 
by the caledonian envoy and worthy of the metaphysical traditions of 
the land he stood for envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic 
development at some stage antecedent to the human an outlandish 
delegate sustained against both these views with such heat as almost 
carried conviction the theory of copulation between women and the males 
of brutes his authority being his own avouchment in support of fables 
such as that of the minotaur which the genius of the elegant latin poet 
has handed down to us in the pages of his metamorphoses the impression 
made by his words was immediate but shortlived it was effaced as easily 
as it had been evoked by an allocution from mr candidate mulligan in 
that vein of pleasantry which none better than he knew how to affect 
postulating as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man 
contemporaneously a heated argument having arisen between mr delegate 
madden and mr candidate lynch regarding the juridical and theological 
dilemma created in the event of one siamese twin predeceasing the other 
the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to mr canvasser bloom 
for instant submittal to mr coadjutor deacon dedalus hitherto silent 
whether the better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity 
of the garb with which he was invested or in obedience to an inward 
voice he delivered briefly and as some thought perfunctorily the 
ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to put asunder what god has 
joined 
 
but malachias tale began to freeze them with horror he conjured up the 
scene before them the secret panel beside the chimney slid back and 
in the recess appeared haines which of us did not feel his flesh 
creep he had a portfolio full of celtic literature in one hand in the 
other a phial marked poison surprise horror loathing were depicted 
on all faces while he eyed them with a ghostly grin i anticipated some 
such reception he began with an eldritch laugh for which it seems 
history is to blame yes it is true i am the murderer of samuel 
childs and how i am punished the inferno has no terrors for me this 
is the appearance is on me tare and ages what way would i be resting 
at all he muttered thickly and i tramping dublin this while back 
with my share of songs and himself after me the like of a soulth or a 
bullawurrus my hell and ireland s is in this life it is what i tried 
to obliterate my crime distractions rookshooting the erse language 
 he recited some laudanum he raised the phial to his lips camping 
out in vain his spectre stalks me dope is my only hope ah 
destruction the black panther with a cry he suddenly vanished and the 
panel slid back an instant later his head appeared in the door opposite 
and said meet me at westland row station at ten past eleven he was 
gone tears gushed from the eyes of the dissipated host the seer 
raised his hand to heaven murmuring the vendetta of mananaun the 
sage repeated lex talionis the sentimentalist is he who would enjoy 
without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done malachias 
overcome by emotion ceased the mystery was unveiled haines was the 
third brother his real name was childs the black panther was himself 
the ghost of his own father he drank drugs to obliterate for this 
relief much thanks the lonely house by the graveyard is uninhabited 
no soul will live there the spider pitches her web in the solitude 
the nocturnal rat peers from his hole a curse is on it it is haunted 
murderer s ground 
 
what is the age of the soul of man as she hath the virtue of the 
chameleon to change her hue at every new approach to be gay with the 
merry and mournful with the downcast so too is her age changeable as 
her mood no longer is leopold as he sits there ruminating chewing 
the cud of reminiscence that staid agent of publicity and holder of a 
modest substance in the funds a score of years are blown away he is 
young leopold there as in a retrospective arrangement a mirror within 
a mirror hey presto he beholdeth himself that young figure of then 
is seen precociously manly walking on a nipping morning from the old 
house in clanbrassil street to the high school his booksatchel on 
him bandolierwise and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf a mother s 
thought or it is the same figure a year or so gone over in his first 
hard hat ah that was a day already on the road a fullfledged 
traveller for the family firm equipped with an orderbook a scented 
handkerchief not for show only his case of bright trinketware alas 
a thing now of the past and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this 
or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for 
a budding virgin shyly acknowledging but the heart tell me his 
studied baisemoins the scent the smile but more than these the dark 
eyes and oleaginous address brought home at duskfall many a commission 
to the head of the firm seated with jacob s pipe after like labours in 
the paternal ingle a meal of noodles you may be sure is aheating 
reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the europe of a 
month before but hey presto the mirror is breathed on and the young 
knighterrant recedes shrivels dwindles to a tiny speck within the 
mist now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his 
sons who can say the wise father knows his own child he thinks of a 
drizzling night in hatch street hard by the bonded stores there the 
first together she is a poor waif a child of shame yours and mine 
and of all for a bare shilling and her luckpenny together they hear 
the heavy tread of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal 
university bridie bridie kelly he will never forget the name ever 
remember the night first night the bridenight they are entwined 
in nethermost darkness the willer with the willed and in an instant 
 fiat light shall flood the world did heart leap to heart nay 
fair reader in a breath twas done but hold back it must not be in 
terror the poor girl flees away through the murk she is the bride of 
darkness a daughter of night she dare not bear the sunnygolden babe 
of day no leopold name and memory solace thee not that youthful 
illusion of thy strength was taken from thee and in vain no son of thy 
loins is by thee there is none now to be for leopold what leopold was 
for rudolph 
 
the voices blend and fuse in clouded silence silence that is the 
infinite of space and swiftly silently the soul is wafted over regions 
of cycles of generations that have lived a region where grey twilight 
ever descends never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields shedding her 
dusk scattering a perennial dew of stars she follows her mother with 
ungainly steps a mare leading her fillyfoal twilight phantoms 
are they yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure slim shapely 
haunches a supple tendonous neck the meek apprehensive skull they 
fade sad phantoms all is gone agendath is a waste land a home of 
screechowls and the sandblind upupa netaim the golden is no more and 
on the highway of the clouds they come muttering thunder of rebellion 
the ghosts of beasts huuh hark huuh parallax stalks behind and goads 
them the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions elk and 
yak the bulls of bashan and of babylon mammoth and mastodon they come 
trooping to the sunken sea lacus mortis ominous revengeful zodiacal 
host they moan passing upon the clouds horned and capricorned the 
trumpeted with the tusked the lionmaned the giantantlered snouter 
and crawler rodent ruminant and pachyderm all their moving moaning 
multitude murderers of the sun 
 
onward to the dead sea they tramp to drink unslaked and with horrible 
gulpings the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood and the equine portent 
grows again magnified in the deserted heavens nay to heaven s own 
magnitude till it looms vast over the house of virgo and lo wonder 
of metempsychosis it is she the everlasting bride harbinger of the 
daystar the bride ever virgin it is she martha thou lost one 
millicent the young the dear the radiant how serene does she now 
arise a queen among the pleiades in the penultimate antelucan hour 
shod in sandals of bright gold coifed with a veil of what do you call 
it gossamer it floats it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it 
streams emerald sapphire mauve and heliotrope sustained on currents 
of the cold interstellar wind winding coiling simply swirling 
writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till after a myriad 
metamorphoses of symbol it blazes alpha a ruby and triangled sign 
upon the forehead of taurus 
 
francis was reminding stephen of years before when they had been at 
school together in conmee s time he asked about glaucon alcibiades 
pisistratus where were they now neither knew you have spoken of the 
past and its phantoms stephen said why think of them if i call them 
into life across the waters of lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to 
my call who supposes it i bous stephanoumenos bullockbefriending 
bard am lord and giver of their life he encircled his gadding hair 
with a coronal of vineleaves smiling at vincent that answer and those 
leaves vincent said to him will adorn you more fitly when something 
more and greatly more than a capful of light odes can call your genius 
father all who wish you well hope this for you all desire to see 
you bring forth the work you meditate to acclaim you stephaneforos i 
heartily wish you may not fail them o no vincent lenehan said laying 
a hand on the shoulder near him have no fear he could not leave his 
mother an orphan the young man s face grew dark all could see how hard 
it was for him to be reminded of his promise and of his recent loss he 
would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices allayed 
the smart madden had lost five drachmas on sceptre for a whim of the 
rider s name lenehan as much more he told them of the race the flag 
fell and huuh off scamper the mare ran out freshly with madden 
up she was leading the field all hearts were beating even phyllis 
could not contain herself she waved her scarf and cried huzzah 
sceptre wins but in the straight on the run home when all were in close 
order the dark horse throwaway drew level reached outstripped her all 
was lost now phyllis was silent her eyes were sad anemones juno she 
cried i am undone but her lover consoled her and brought her a bright 
casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she partook a 
tear fell one only a whacking fine whip said lenehan is w lane 
four winners yesterday and three today what rider is like him mount 
him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack canter 
is still his but let us bear it as was the ancient wont mercy on the 
luckless poor sceptre he said with a light sigh she is not the filly 
that she was never by this hand shall we behold such another by gad 
sir a queen of them do you remember her vincent i wish you could 
have seen my queen today vincent said how young she was and radiant 
 lalage were scarce fair beside her in her yellow shoes and frock of 
muslin i do not know the right name of it the chestnuts that shaded 
us were in bloom the air drooped with their persuasive odour and with 
pollen floating by us in the sunny patches one might easily have 
cooked on a stone a batch of those buns with corinth fruit in them that 
periplipomenes sells in his booth near the bridge but she had nought 
for her teeth but the arm with which i held her and in that she nibbled 
mischievously when i pressed too close a week ago she lay ill four 
days on the couch but today she was free blithe mocked at peril 
she is more taking then her posies tool mad romp that she is she had 
pulled her fill as we reclined together and in your ear my friend you 
will not think who met us as we left the field conmee himself he was 
walking by the hedge reading i think a brevier book with i doubt not 
a witty letter in it from glycera or chloe to keep the page the sweet 
creature turned all colours in her confusion feigning to reprove a 
slight disorder in her dress a slip of underwood clung there for the 
very trees adore her when conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely 
echo in that little mirror she carries but he had been kind in going 
by he had blessed us the gods too are ever kind lenehan said if i had 
poor luck with bass s mare perhaps this draught of his may serve me more 
propensely he was laying his hand upon a winejar malachi saw it and 
withheld his act pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label 
warily malachi whispered preserve a druid silence his soul is far 
away it is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be 
born any object intensely regarded may be a gate of access to the 
incorruptible eon of the gods do you not think it stephen theosophos 
told me so stephen answered whom in a previous existence egyptian 
priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law the lords of the 
moon theosophos told me an orangefiery shipload from planet alpha 
of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these 
were therefore incarnated by the rubycoloured egos from the second 
constellation 
 
however as a matter of fact though the preposterous surmise about him 
being in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which 
was entirely due to a misconception of the shallowest character was 
not the case at all the individual whose visual organs while the above 
was going on were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of 
animation was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody 
that conjectured the contrary would have found themselves pretty 
speedily in the wrong shop during the past four minutes or thereabouts 
he had been staring hard at a certain amount of number one bass bottled 
by messrs bass and co at burton on trent which happened to be situated 
amongst a lot of others right opposite to where he was and which was 
certainly calculated to attract anyone s remark on account of its 
scarlet appearance he was simply and solely as it subsequently 
transpired for reasons best known to himself which put quite an 
altogether different complexion on the proceedings after the moment 
before s observations about boyhood days and the turf recollecting two 
or three private transactions of his own which the other two were as 
mutually innocent of as the babe unborn eventually however both 
their eyes met and as soon as it began to dawn on him that the other was 
endeavouring to help himself to the thing he involuntarily determined 
to help him himself and so he accordingly took hold of the neck of the 
mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and 
made a capacious hole in it by pouring a lot of it out with also at the 
same time however a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not 
to upset any of the beer that was in it about the place 
 
the debate which ensued was in its scope and progress an epitome of the 
course of life neither place nor council was lacking in dignity the 
debaters were the keenest in the land the theme they were engaged on 
the loftiest and most vital the high hall of horne s house had never 
beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the 
old rafters of that establishment ever listened to a language so 
encyclopaedic a gallant scene in truth it made crotthers was there at 
the foot of the table in his striking highland garb his face glowing 
from the briny airs of the mull of galloway there too opposite to him 
was lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity 
and premature wisdom next the scotchman was the place assigned to 
costello the eccentric while at his side was seated in stolid repose 
the squat form of madden the chair of the resident indeed stood vacant 
before the hearth but on either flank of it the figure of bannon in 
explorer s kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted 
sharply with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of malachi 
roland st john mulligan lastly at the head of the board was the young 
poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical 
inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of socratic discussion while 
to right and left of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator 
fresh from the hippodrome and that vigilant wanderer soiled by the 
dust of travel and combat and stained by the mire of an indelible 
dishonour but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril 
or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that voluptuous 
loveliness which the inspired pencil of lafayette has limned for ages 
yet to come 
 
it had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted 
transcendentalism to which mr s dedalus div scep contentions 
would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to 
accepted scientific methods science it cannot be too often repeated 
deals with tangible phenomena the man of science like the man in the 
street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain 
them as best he can there may be it is true some questions which 
science cannot answer at present such as the first problem submitted 
by mr l bloom pubb canv regarding the future determination of sex 
must we accept the view of empedocles of trinacria that the right ovary 
 the postmenstrual period assert others is responsible for the birth 
of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the 
differentiating factors or is it as most embryologists incline to 
opine such as culpepper spallanzani blumenbach lusk hertwig 
leopold and valenti a mixture of both this would be tantamount to 
a cooperation one of nature s favourite devices between the nisus 
formativus of the nemasperm on the one hand and on the other a happily 
chosen position succubitus felix of the passive element the other 
problem raised by the same inquirer is scarcely less vital infant 
mortality it is interesting because as he pertinently remarks we 
are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways mr m 
mulligan hyg et eug doc blames the sanitary conditions in which 
our greylunged citizens contract adenoids pulmonary complaints etc by 
inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust these factors he alleged 
and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets hideous publicity 
posters religious ministers of all denominations mutilated soldiers 
and sailors exposed scorbutic cardrivers the suspended carcases of 
dead animals paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas these he 
said were accountable for any and every fallingoff in the calibre of 
the race kalipedia he prophesied would soon be generally adopted 
and all the graces of life genuinely good music agreeable literature 
light philosophy instructive pictures plastercast reproductions of 
the classical statues such as venus and apollo artistic coloured 
photographs of prize babies all these little attentions would enable 
ladies who were in a particular condition to pass the intervening months 
in a most enjoyable manner mr j crotthers disc bacc attributes 
some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the case of women workers 
subjected to heavy labours in the workshop and to marital discipline in 
the home but by far the vast majority to neglect private or official 
culminating in the exposure of newborn infants the practice of criminal 
abortion or in the atrocious crime of infanticide although the former 
 we are thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case he 
cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the peritoneal cavity 
is too rare to be normative in fact when one comes to look into it the 
wonder is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as they 
do all things considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which 
often baulk nature in her intentions an ingenious suggestion is 
that thrown out by mr v lynch bacc arith that both natality and 
mortality as well as all other phenomena of evolution tidal movements 
lunar phases blood temperatures diseases in general everything in 
fine in nature s vast workshop from the extinction of some remote sun 
to the blossoming of one of the countless flowers which beautify our 
public parks is subject to a law of numeration as yet unascertained 
still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy 
parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs 
unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the same 
marriage do not must certainly in the poet s words give us pause 
nature we may rest assured has her own good and cogent reasons for 
whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are due to some law 
of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken 
up their residence modern science has conclusively shown that only the 
plasmic substance can be said to be immortal tend to disappear at an 
increasingly earlier stage of development an arrangement which though 
productive of pain to some of our feelings notably the maternal is 
nevertheless some of us think in the long run beneficial to the 
race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest mr s 
dedalus div scep remark or should it be called an interruption 
that an omnivorous being which can masticate deglute digest and 
apparently pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect 
imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females 
emaciated by parturition corpulent professional gentlemen not to speak 
of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns might possibly find gastric 
relief in an innocent collation of staggering bob reveals as nought 
else could and in a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to 
for the enlightenment of those who are not so intimately acquainted with 
the minutiae of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and 
embryo philosopher who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things 
scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali prides 
himself on being it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in 
the vile parlance of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the 
cookable and eatable flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother in 
a recent public controversy with mr l bloom pubb canv which took 
place in the commons hall of the national maternity hospital 
and holles street of which as is well known dr a horne lic in 
midw f k q c p i is the able and popular master he is reported 
by eyewitnesses as having stated that once a woman has let the cat 
into the bag an esthete s allusion presumably to one of the most 
complicated and marvellous of all nature s processes the act of sexual 
congress she must let it out again or give it life as he phrased it 
to save her own at the risk of her own was the telling rejoinder of 
his interlocutor none the less effective for the moderate and measured 
tone in which it was delivered 
 
meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about a 
happy accouchement it had been a weary weary while both for patient 
and doctor all that surgical skill could do was done and the brave 
woman had manfully helped she had she had fought the good fight and 
now she was very very happy those who have passed on who have gone 
before are happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching 
scene reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight 
in her eyes that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is 
to see in the first bloom of her new motherhood breathing a silent 
prayer of thanksgiving to one above the universal husband and as her 
loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more to have 
her dear doady there with her to share her joy to lay in his arms that 
mite of god s clay the fruit of their lawful embraces he is older now 
 you and i may whisper it and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet 
in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come to the conscientious 
second accountant of the ulster bank college green branch o doady 
loved one of old faithful lifemate now it may never be again that 
faroff time of the roses with the old shake of her pretty head she 
recalls those days god how beautiful now across the mist of years but 
their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside hers 
and his charley mary alice frederick albert if he had lived mamy 
budgy victoria frances tom violet constance louisa darling little 
bobsy called after our famous hero of the south african war lord bobs 
of waterford and candahar and now this last pledge of their union a 
purefoy if ever there was one with the true purefoy nose young hopeful 
will be christened mortimer edward after the influential third cousin of 
mr purefoy in the treasury remembrancer s office dublin castle and so 
time wags on but father cronion has dealt lightly here no let no sigh 
break from that bosom dear gentle mina and doady knock the ashes from 
your pipe the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for 
you may it be the distant day and dout the light whereby you read 
in the sacred book for the oil too has run low and so with a tranquil 
heart to bed to rest he knows and will call in his own good time you 
too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man s part sir 
to you my hand well done thou good and faithful servant 
 
there are sins or let us call them as the world calls them evil 
memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart 
but they abide there and wait he may suffer their memory to grow dim 
let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself 
that they were not or at least were otherwise yet a chance word will 
call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the 
most various circumstances a vision or a dream or while timbrel 
and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquility of the 
evening or at the feast at midnight when he is now filled with wine 
not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that lies under 
her wrath not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded 
in the piteous vesture of the past silent remote reproachful 
 
the stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of 
that false calm there imposed as it seemed by habit or some studied 
trick upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an 
unhealthiness a flair for the cruder things of life a scene 
disengages itself in the observer s memory evoked it would seem by 
a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days were really present 
there as some thought with their immediate pleasures a shaven space 
of lawn one soft may evening the wellremembered grove of lilacs at 
roundtown purple and white fragrant slender spectators of the game but 
with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over 
the sward or collide and stop one by its fellow with a brief alert 
shock and yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times 
in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood floey 
atty tiny and their darker friend with i know not what of arresting in 
her pose then our lady of the cherries a comely brace of them pendent 
from an ear bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily 
against the cool ardent fruit a lad of four or five in linseywoolsey 
 blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long 
the bowls are gathered and hutched is standing on the urn secured by 
that circle of girlish fond hands he frowns a little just as this young 
man does now with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the danger but 
must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the 
piazzetta giving upon the flowerclose with a faint shadow of remoteness 
or of reproach alles vergangliche in her glad look 
 
mark this farther and remember the end comes suddenly enter that 
antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their 
faces nothing as it seems there of rash or violent quietude of 
custody rather befitting their station in that house the vigilant 
watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in bethlehem of juda long 
ago but as before the lightning the serried stormclouds heavy with 
preponderant excess of moisture in swollen masses turgidly distended 
compass earth and sky in one vast slumber impending above parched field 
and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an 
instant a flash rives their centres and with the reverberation of the 
thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent so and not otherwise was the 
transformation violent and instantaneous upon the utterance of the 
word 
 
burke s outflings my lord stephen giving the cry and a tag and 
bobtail of all them after cockerel jackanapes welsher pilldoctor 
punctual bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear 
ashplants bilbos panama hats and scabbards zermatt alpenstocks and 
what not a dedale of lusty youth noble every student there nurse 
callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon 
coming downstairs with news of placentation ended a full pound if a 
milligramme they hark him on the door it is open ha they are out 
tumultuously off for a minute s race all bravely legging it burke s 
of denzille and holles their ulterior goal dixon follows giving them 
sharp language but raps out an oath he too and on bloom stays with 
nurse a thought to send a kind word to happy mother and nurseling up 
there doctor diet and doctor quiet looks she too not other now ward 
of watching in horne s house has told its tale in that washedout pallor 
then all being gone a glance of motherwit helping he whispers close in 
going madam when comes the storkbird for thee 
 
the air without is impregnated with raindew moisture life essence 
celestial glistening on dublin stone there under starshiny coelum 
god s air the allfather s air scintillant circumambient cessile air 
breathe it deep into thee by heaven theodore purefoy thou hast done a 
doughty deed and no botch thou art i vow the remarkablest progenitor 
barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle 
astounding in her lay a godframed godgiven preformed possibility which 
thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man s work cleave to her 
serve toil on labour like a very bandog and let scholarment and all 
malthusiasts go hang thou art all their daddies theodore art drooping 
under thy load bemoiled with butcher s bills at home and ingots not 
thine in the countinghouse head up for every newbegotten thou shalt 
gather thy homer of ripe wheat see thy fleece is drenched dost envy 
darby dullman there with his joan a canting jay and a rheumeyed 
curdog is all their progeny pshaw i tell thee he is a mule a dead 
gasteropod without vim or stamina not worth a cracked kreutzer 
copulation without population no say i herod s slaughter of the 
innocents were the truer name vegetables forsooth and sterile 
cohabitation give her beefsteaks red raw bleeding she is a hoary 
pandemonium of ills enlarged glands mumps quinsy bunions hayfever 
bedsores ringworm floating kidney derbyshire neck warts bilious 
attacks gallstones cold feet varicose veins a truce to threnes and 
trentals and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music twenty 
years of it regret them not with thee it was not as with many that 
will and would and wait and never do thou sawest thy america thy 
lifetask and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison how 
saith zarathustra deine kuh tr bsal melkest du nun trinkst du die 
s sse milch des euters see it displodes for thee in abundance drink 
man an udderful mother s milk purefoy the milk of human kin milk 
too of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour 
punch milk such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzling den milk 
of madness the honeymilk of canaan s land thy cow s dug was tough 
what ay but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening no dollop this 
but thick rich bonnyclaber to her old patriarch pap per deam 
partulam et pertundam nunc est bibendum 
 
all off for a buster armstrong hollering down the street bonafides 
where you slep las nigh timothy of the battered naggin like ole 
billyo any brollies or gumboots in the fambly where the henry nevil s 
sawbones and ole clo sorra one o me knows hurrah there dix forward 
to the ribbon counter where s punch all serene jay look at the 
drunken minister coming out of the maternity hospal benedicat vos 
omnipotens deus pater et filius a make mister the denzille lane 
boys hell blast ye scoot righto isaacs shove em out of the 
bleeding limelight yous join uz dear sir no hentrusion in life lou 
heap good man allee samee dis bunch en avant mes enfants fire 
away number one on the gun burke s burke s thence they advanced five 
parasangs slattery s mounted foot where s that bleeding awfur parson 
steve apostates creed no no mulligan abaft there shove ahead 
keep a watch on the clock chuckingout time mullee what s on you ma 
m re m a mari e british beatitudes retamplatan digidi boumboum 
ayes have it to be printed and bound at the druiddrum press by two 
designing females calf covers of pissedon green last word in art 
shades most beautiful book come out of ireland my time silentium 
get a spurt on tention proceed to nearest canteen and there annex 
liquor stores march tramp tramp tramp the boys are atitudes 
parching beer beef business bibles bulldogs battleships buggery 
and bishops whether on the scaffold high beer beef trample the 
bibles when for irelandear trample the trampellers thunderation keep 
the durned millingtary step we fall bishops boosebox halt heave to 
rugger scrum in no touch kicking wow my tootsies you hurt most 
amazingly sorry 
 
query who s astanding this here do proud possessor of damnall declare 
misery bet to the ropes me nantee saltee not a red at me this week 
gone yours mead of our fathers for the bermensch dittoh five 
number ones you sir ginger cordial chase me the cabby s caudle 
stimulate the caloric winding of his ticker stopped short never to go 
again when the old absinthe for me savvy caramba have an eggnog or 
a prairie oyster enemy avuncular s got my timepiece ten to obligated 
awful don t mention it got a pectoral trauma eh dix pos fact got 
bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten 
digs up near the mater buckled he is know his dona yup sartin i do 
full of a dure see her in her dishybilly peels off a credit lovey 
lovekin none of your lean kine not much pull down the blind love 
two ardilauns same here look slippery if you fall don t wait to get 
up five seven nine fine got a prime pair of mincepies no kid and 
her take me to rests and her anker of rum must be seen to be believed 
your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart o 
gluepot sir spud again the rheumatiz all poppycock you ll scuse me 
saying for the hoi polloi i vear thee beest a gert vool well doc 
back fro lapland your corporosity sagaciating o k how s the squaws 
and papooses womanbody after going on the straw stand and deliver 
password there s hair ours the white death and the ruddy birth hi 
spit in your own eye boss mummer s wire cribbed out of meredith 
jesified orchidised polycimical jesuit aunty mine s writing pa kinch 
baddybad stephen lead astray goodygood malachi 
 
hurroo collar the leather youngun roun wi the nappy here jock braw 
hielentman s your barleybree lang may your lum reek and your kailpot 
boil my tipple merci here s to us how s that leg before wicket 
don t stain my brandnew sitinems give s a shake of peppe you there 
catch aholt caraway seed to carry away twig shrieks of silence every 
cove to his gentry mort venus pandemos les petites femmes bold bad 
girl from the town of mullingar tell her i was axing at her hauding 
sara by the wame on the road to malahide me if she who seduced me had 
left but the name what do you want for ninepence machree macruiskeen 
smutty moll for a mattress jig and a pull all together ex 
 
waiting guvnor most deciduously bet your boots on stunned like 
seeing as how no shiners is acoming underconstumble he ve got the 
chink ad lib seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn 
us come right in on your invite see up to you matey out with the 
oof two bar and a wing you larn that go off of they there frenchy 
bilks won t wash here for nuts nohow lil chile velly solly ise de 
cutest colour coon down our side gawds teruth chawley we are nae fou 
we re nae tha fou au reservoir mossoo tanks you 
 
 tis sure what say in the speakeasy tight i shee you shir bantam 
two days teetee bowsing nowt but claretwine garn have a glint do 
gum i m jiggered and been to barber he have too full for words with 
a railway bloke how come you so opera he d like rose of castile rows 
of cast police some h o for a gent fainted look at bantam s flowers 
gemini he s going to holler the colleen bawn my colleen bawn o 
cheese it shut his blurry dutch oven with a firm hand had the winner 
today till i tipped him a dead cert the ruffin cly the nab of stephen 
hand as give me the jady coppaleen he strike a telegramboy paddock wire 
big bug bass to the depot shove him a joey and grahamise mare on form 
hot order guinea to a goosegog tell a cram that gospeltrue criminal 
diversion i think that yes sure thing land him in chokeechokee if the 
harman beck copped the game madden back madden s a maddening back o 
lust our refuge and our strength decamping must you go off to mammy 
stand by hide my blushes someone all in if he spots me come ahome 
our bantam horryvar mong vioo dinna forget the cowslips for hersel 
cornfide wha gev ye thon colt pal to pal jannock of john thomas her 
spouse no fake old man leo s elp me honest injun shiver my timbers 
if i had there s a great big holy friar vyfor you no me tell vel 
i ses if that aint a sheeny nachez vel i vil get misha mishinnah 
through yerd our lord amen 
 
you move a motion steve boy you re going it some more bluggy 
drunkables will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of 
most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate 
one expensive inaugurated libation give s a breather landlord 
landlord have you good wine staboo hoots mon a wee drap to pree 
cut and come again right boniface absinthe the lot nos omnes 
biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria nostria 
closingtime gents eh rome boose for the bloom toff i hear you say 
onions bloo cadges ads photo s papli by all that s gorgeous play 
low pardner slide bonsoir la compagnie and snares of the poxfiend 
where s the buck and namby amby skunked leg bail aweel ye maun e en 
gang yer gates checkmate king to tower kind kristyann wil yu help 
yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown 
of his hed night crickey i m about sprung tarnally dog gone my 
shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet item curate 
couple of cookies for this child cot s plood and prandypalls none not 
a pite of sheeses thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other 
licensed spirits time gents who wander through the world health all 
 a la v tre 
 
golly whatten tunket s yon guy in the mackintosh dusty rhodes peep 
at his wearables by mighty what s he got jubilee mutton bovril 
by james wants it real bad d ye ken bare socks seedy cuss in the 
richmond rawthere thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis 
trumpery insanity bartle the bread we calls him that sir was once 
a prosperous cit man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all 
forlorn slung her hook she did here see lost love walking mackintosh 
of lonely canyon tuck and turn in schedule time nix for the hornies 
pardon seen him today at a runefal chum o yourn passed in his checks 
ludamassy pore piccaninnies thou ll no be telling me thot pold veg 
did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren padney was took off in black 
bag of all de darkies massa pat was verra best i never see the like 
since i was born tiens tiens but it is well sad that my faith 
yes o get rev on a gradient one in nine live axle drives are souped 
lay you two to one jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow jappies high 
angle fire inyah sunk by war specials be worse for him says he nor 
any rooshian time all there s eleven of them get ye gone forward 
woozy wobblers night night may allah the excellent one your soul this 
night ever tremendously conserve 
 
your attention we re nae tha fou the leith police dismisseth us the 
least tholice ware hawks for the chap puking unwell in his abominable 
regions yooka night mona my true love yook mona my own love ook 
 
hark shut your obstropolos pflaap pflaap blaze on there she goes 
brigade bout ship mount street way cut up pflaap tally ho you not 
come run skelter race pflaaaap 
 
lynch hey sign on long o me denzille lane this way change here for 
bawdyhouse we two she said will seek the kips where shady mary is 
righto any old time laetabuntur in cubilibus suis you coming long 
whisper who the sooty hell s the johnny in the black duds hush sinned 
against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to 
judge the world by fire pflaap ut implerentur scripturae strike 
up a ballad then outspake medical dick to his comrade medical davy 
christicle who s this excrement yellow gospeller on the merrion 
hall elijah is coming washed in the blood of the lamb come on you 
winefizzling ginsizzling booseguzzling existences come on you 
dog gone bullnecked beetlebrowed hogjowled peanutbrained weaseleyed 
fourflushers false alarms and excess baggage come on you triple 
extract of infamy alexander j christ dowie that s my name that s 
yanked to glory most half this planet from frisco beach to vladivostok 
the deity aint no nickel dime bumshow i put it to you that he s on the 
square and a corking fine business proposition he s the grandest thing 
yet and don t you forget it shout salvation in king jesus you ll 
need to rise precious early you sinner there if you want to diddle the 
almighty god pflaaaap not half he s got a coughmixture with a punch 
in it for you my friend in his back pocket just you try it on 
 
 
 
 the mabbot street entrance of nighttown before which stretches 
an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks red and green 
will o the wisps and danger signals rows of grimy houses with gaping 
doors rare lamps with faint rainbow fins round rabaiotti s halted ice 
gondola stunted men and women squabble they grab wafers between which 
are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow sucking they scatter slowly 
children the swancomb of the gondola highreared forges on through the 
murk white and blue under a lighthouse whistles call and answer 
 
the calls wait my love and i ll be with you 
 
the answers round behind the stable 
 
 a deafmute idiot with goggle eyes his shapeless mouth dribbling 
jerks past shaken in saint vitus dance a chain of children s hands 
imprisons him 
 
the children kithogue salute 
 
the idiot lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles grhahute 
 
the children where s the great light 
 
the idiot gobbing ghaghahest 
 
 they release him he jerks on a pigmy woman swings on a rope slung 
between two railings counting a form sprawled against a dustbin and 
muffled by its arm and hat snores groans grinding growling teeth and 
snores again on a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches 
to shoulder a sack of rags and bones a crone standing by with a smoky 
oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack he heaves his 
booty tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely the crone 
makes back for her lair swaying her lamp a bandy child asquat on the 
doorstep with a paper shuttlecock crawls sidling after her in spurts 
clutches her skirt scrambles up a drunken navvy grips with both hands 
the railings of an area lurching heavily at a comer two night watch in 
shouldercapes their hands upon their staffholsters loom tall a plate 
crashes a woman screams a child wails oaths of a man roar mutter 
cease figures wander lurk peer from warrens in a room lit by a 
candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair 
of a scrofulous child cissy caffrey s voice still young sings shrill 
from a lane 
 
cissy caffrey 
 
 i gave it to molly 
 because she was jolly 
 the leg of the duck 
 the leg of the duck 
 
 private carr and private compton swaggersticks tight in their oxters 
as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their 
mouths a volleyed fart laughter of men from the lane a hoarse virago 
retorts 
 
the virago signs on you hairy arse more power the cavan girl 
 
cissy caffrey more luck to me cavan cootehill and belturbet she 
sings 
 
 i gave it to nelly 
 to stick in her belly 
 the leg of the duck 
 the leg of the duck 
 
 private carr and private compton turn and counterretort their tunics 
bloodbright in a lampglow black sockets of caps on their blond cropped 
polls stephen dedalus and lynch pass through the crowd close to the 
redcoats 
 
private compton jerks his finger way for the parson 
 
private carr turns and calls what ho parson 
 
cissy caffrey her voice soaring higher 
 
 she has it she got it 
 wherever she put it 
 the leg of the duck 
 
 stephen flourishing the ashplant in his left hand chants with joy 
the introit for paschal time lynch his jockeycap low on his brow 
attends him a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face 
 
stephen vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro alleluia 
 
 the famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a 
doorway 
 
the bawd her voice whispering huskily sst come here till i tell 
you maidenhead inside sst 
 
stephen altius aliquantulum et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista 
 
the bawd spits in their trail her jet of venom trinity medicals 
fallopian tube all prick and no pence 
 
 edy boardman sniffling crouched with bertha supple draws her shawl 
across her nostrils 
 
edy boardman bickering and says the one i seen you up faithful 
place with your squarepusher the greaser off the railway in his 
cometobed hat did you says i that s not for you to say says i you 
never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander says i the 
likes of her stag that one is stubborn as a mule and her walking with 
two fellows the one time kilbride the enginedriver and lancecorporal 
oliphant 
 
stephen ttriumphaliter salvi facti sunt 
 
 he flourishes his ashplant shivering the lamp image shattering light 
over the world a liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him 
growling lynch scares it with a kick 
 
lynch so that 
 
stephen looks behind so that gesture not music not odour would be 
a universal language the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay 
sense but the first entelechy the structural rhythm 
 
lynch pornosophical philotheology metaphysics in mecklenburgh street 
 
stephen we have shrewridden shakespeare and henpecked socrates even 
the allwisest stagyrite was bitted bridled and mounted by a light of 
love 
 
lynch ba 
 
stephen anyway who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug 
this movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in omar 
hold my stick 
 
lynch damn your yellow stick where are we going 
 
stephen lecherous lynx to la belle dame sans merci georgina 
johnson ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam 
 
 stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands 
his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast down 
turned in planes intersecting the fingers about to part the left 
being higher 
 
lynch which is the jug of bread it skills not that or the 
customhouse illustrate thou here take your crutch and walk 
 
 they pass tommy caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and clasping climbs 
in spasms from the top spur he slides down jacky caffrey clasps to 
climb the navvy lurches against the lamp the twins scuttle off in the 
dark the navvy swaying presses a forefinger against a wing of his 
nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot 
shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring 
cresset 
 
 snakes of river fog creep slowly from drains clefts cesspools 
middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes a glow leaps in the south 
beyond the seaward reaches of the river the navvy staggering forward 
cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding on the farther side 
under the railway bridge bloom appears flushed panting cramming bread 
and chocolate into a sidepocket from gillen s hairdresser s window a 
composite portrait shows him gallant nelson s image a concave mirror 
at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru booloohoom grave 
gladstone sees him level bloom for bloom he passes struck by the 
stare of truculent wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck 
the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of jollypoldy the rixdix doldy 
 
 at antonio pabaiotti s door bloom halts sweated under the bright 
arclamp he disappears in a moment he reappears and hurries on 
 
bloom fish and taters n g ah 
 
 he disappears into olhausen s the porkbutcher s under the downcoming 
rollshutter a few moments later he emerges from under the shutter 
puffing poldy blowing bloohoom in each hand he holds a parcel one 
containing a lukewarm pig s crubeen the other a cold sheep s trotter 
sprinkled with wholepepper he gasps standing upright then bending to 
one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans 
 
bloom stitch in my side why did i run 
 
 he takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset 
siding the glow leaps again 
 
bloom what is that a flasher searchlight 
 
 he stands at cormack s corner watching 
 
bloom aurora borealis or a steel foundry ah the brigade of course 
south side anyhow big blaze might be his house beggar s bush we re 
safe he hums cheerfully london s burning london s burning on 
fire on fire he catches sight of the navvy lurching through the 
crowd at the farther side of talbot street i ll miss him run quick 
better cross here 
 
 he darts to cross the road urchins shout 
 
the urchins mind out mister two cyclists with lighted paper 
lanterns aswing swim by him grazing him their bells rattling 
 
the bells haltyaltyaltyall 
 
bloom halts erect stung by a spasm ow 
 
 he looks round darts forward suddenly through rising fog a dragon 
sandstrewer travelling at caution slews heavily down upon him 
its huge red headlight winking its trolley hissing on the wire the 
motorman bangs his footgong 
 
the gong bang bang bla bak blud bugg bloo 
 
 the brake cracks violently bloom raising a policeman s whitegloved 
hand blunders stifflegged out of the track the motorman thrown 
forward pugnosed on the guidewheel yells as he slides past over 
chains and keys 
 
the motorman hey shitbreeches are you doing the hat trick 
 
bloom bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again he brushes a 
mudflake from his cheek with a parcelled hand no thoroughfare close 
shave that but cured the stitch must take up sandow s exercises again 
on the hands down insure against street accident too the providential 
 he feels his trouser pocket poor mamma s panacea heel easily catch 
in track or bootlace in a cog day the wheel of the black maria peeled 
off my shoe at leonard s corner third time is the charm shoe trick 
insolent driver i ought to report him tension makes them nervous 
might be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman same 
style of beauty quick of him all the same the stiff walk true word 
spoken in jest that awful cramp in lad lane something poisonous i 
ate emblem of luck why probably lost cattle mark of the beast he 
closes his eyes an instant bit light in the head monthly or effect of 
the other brainfogfag that tired feeling too much for me now ow 
 
 a sinister figure leans on plaited legs against o beirne s wall a 
visage unknown injected with dark mercury from under a wideleaved 
sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye 
 
bloom buenas noches se orita blanca que calle es esta 
 
the figure impassive raises a signal arm password sraid mabbot 
 
bloom haha merci esperanto slan leath he mutters gaelic 
league spy sent by that fireeater 
 
 he steps forward a sackshouldered ragman bars his path he steps 
left ragsackman left 
 
bloom i beg he swerves sidles stepaside slips past and on 
 
bloom keep to the right right right if there is a signpost planted 
by the touring club at stepaside who procured that public boon i who 
lost my way and contributed to the columns of the irish cyclist the 
letter headed in darkest stepaside keep keep keep to the right 
rags and bones at midnight a fence more likely first place murderer 
makes for wash off his sins of the world 
 
 jacky caffrey hunted by tommy caffrey runs full tilt against 
bloom 
 
bloom o 
 
 shocked on weak hams he halts tommy and jacky vanish there there 
bloom pats with parcelled hands watch fobpocket bookpocket pursepoket 
sweets of sin potato soap 
 
bloom beware of pickpockets old thieves dodge collide then snatch 
your purse 
 
 the retriever approaches sniffing nose to the ground a sprawled form 
sneezes a stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan 
of an elder in zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels horned 
spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose yellow poison streaks are 
on the drawn face 
 
rudolph second halfcrown waste money today i told you not go with 
drunken goy ever so you catch no money 
 
bloom hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and crestfallen 
feels warm and cold feetmeat ja ich weiss papachi 
 
rudolph what you making down this place have you no soul with 
feeble vulture talons he feels the silent face of bloom are you not 
my son leopold the grandson of leopold are you not my dear son leopold 
who left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers abraham 
and jacob 
 
bloom with precaution i suppose so father mosenthal all that s 
left of him 
 
rudolph severely one night they bring you home drunk as dog after 
spend your good money what you call them running chaps 
 
bloom in youth s smart blue oxford suit with white vestslips 
narrowshouldered in brown alpine hat wearing gent s sterling silver 
waterbury keyless watch and double curb albert with seal attached one 
side of him coated with stiffening mud harriers father only that 
once 
 
rudolph once mud head to foot cut your hand open lockjaw they make 
you kaputt leopoldleben you watch them chaps 
 
bloom weakly they challenged me to a sprint it was muddy i 
slipped 
 
rudolph with contempt goim nachez nice spectacles for your poor 
mother 
 
bloom mamma 
 
ellen bloom in pantomime dame s stringed mobcap widow twankey s 
crinoline and bustle blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind 
grey mittens and cameo brooch her plaited hair in a crispine net 
appears over the staircase banisters a slanted candlestick in her hand 
and cries out in shrill alarm o blessed redeemer what have they done 
to him my smelling salts she hauls up a reef of skirt and ransacks 
the pouch of her striped blay petticoat a phial an agnus dei a 
shrivelled potato and a celluloid doll fall out sacred heart of mary 
where were you at all at all 
 
 bloom mumbling his eyes downcast begins to bestow his parcels in 
his filled pockets but desists muttering 
 
a voice sharply poldy 
 
bloom who he ducks and wards off a blow clumsily at your service 
 
 he looks up beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in 
turkish costume stands before him opulent curves fill out her scarlet 
trousers and jacket slashed with gold a wide yellow cummerbund girdles 
her a white yashmak violet in the night covers her face leaving free 
only her large dark eyes and raven hair 
 
bloom molly 
 
marion welly mrs marion from this out my dear man when you speak to 
me satirically has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long 
 
bloom shifts from foot to foot no no not the least little bit 
 
 he breathes in deep agitation swallowing gulps of air questions 
hopes crubeens for her supper things to tell her excuse desire 
spellbound a coin gleams on her forehead on her feet are jewelled 
toerings her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain beside her 
a camel hooded with a turreting turban waits a silk ladder of 
innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah he ambles near with 
disgruntled hindquarters fiercely she slaps his haunch her goldcurb 
wristbangles angriling scolding him in moorish 
 
marion nebrakada femininum 
 
 the camel lifting a foreleg plucks from a tree a large mango fruit 
offers it to his mistress blinking in his cloven hoof then droops his 
head and grunting with uplifted neck fumbles to kneel bloom stoops 
his back for leapfrog 
 
bloom i can give you i mean as your business menagerer mrs 
marion if you 
 
marion so you notice some change her hands passing slowly over her 
trinketed stomacher a slow friendly mockery in her eyes o poldy 
poldy you are a poor old stick in the mud go and see life see the 
wide world 
 
bloom i was just going back for that lotion whitewax orangeflower 
water shop closes early on thursday but the first thing in the 
morning he pats divers pockets this moving kidney ah 
 
 he points to the south then to the east a cake of new clean lemon 
soap arises diffusing light and perfume 
 
the soap we re a capital couple are bloom and i he brightens the 
earth i polish the sky 
 
 
 the freckled face of sweny the druggist appears in the disc of the 
soapsun 
 
sweny three and a penny please 
 
bloom yes for my wife mrs marion special recipe 
 
marion softly poldy 
 
bloom yes ma am 
 
marion ti trema un poco il cuore 
 
 in disdain she saunters away plump as a pampered pouter pigeon 
humming the duet from don giovanni 
 
bloom are you sure about that voglio i mean the pronunciati 
 
 he follows followed by the sniffing terrier the elderly bawd seizes 
his sleeve the bristles of her chinmole glittering 
 
the bawd ten shillings a maidenhead fresh thing was never touched 
fifteen there s no one in it only her old father that s dead drunk 
 
 she points in the gap of her dark den furtive rainbedraggled bridie 
kelly stands 
 
bridie hatch street any good in your mind 
 
 with a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs a burly rough pursues 
with booted strides he stumbles on the steps recovers plunges into 
gloom weak squeaks of laughter are heard weaker 
 
the bawd her wolfeyes shining he s getting his pleasure you won t 
get a virgin in the flash houses ten shillings don t be all night 
before the polis in plain clothes sees us sixtyseven is a bitch 
 
 leering gerty macdowell limps forward she draws from behind ogling 
and shows coyly her bloodied clout 
 
gerty with all my worldly goods i thee and thou she murmurs you 
did that i hate you 
 
bloom i when you re dreaming i never saw you 
 
the bawd leave the gentleman alone you cheat writing the gentleman 
false letters streetwalking and soliciting better for your mother take 
the strap to you at the bedpost hussy like you 
 
gerty to bloom when you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer 
 she paws his sleeve slobbering dirty married man i love you for 
doing that to me 
 
 she glides away crookedly mrs breen in man s frieze overcoat 
with loose bellows pockets stands in the causeway her roguish eyes 
wideopen smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth 
 
mrs breen mr 
 
bloom coughs gravely madam when we last had this pleasure by 
letter dated the sixteenth instant 
 
mrs breen mr bloom you down here in the haunts of sin i caught you 
nicely scamp 
 
bloom hurriedly not so loud my name whatever do you think of me 
don t give me away walls have ears how do you do it s ages since i 
you re looking splendid absolutely it seasonable weather we are having 
this time of year black refracts heat short cut home here interesting 
quarter rescue of fallen women magdalen asylum i am the secretary 
 
mrs breen holds up a finger now don t tell a big fib i know 
somebody won t like that o just wait till i see molly slily 
account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you 
 
bloom looks behind she often said she d like to visit slumming 
the exotic you see negro servants in livery too if she had money 
othello black brute eugene stratton even the bones and cornerman at 
the livermore christies bohee brothers sweep for that matter 
 
 tom and sam bohee coloured coons in white duck suits scarlet socks 
upstarched sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their buttonholes 
leap out each has his banjo slung their paler smaller negroid hands 
jingle the twingtwang wires flashing white kaffir eyes and tusks they 
rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs twinging singing back to 
back toe heel heel toe with smackfatclacking nigger lips 
 
tom and sam 
 
 there s someone in the house with dina 
 there s someone in the house i know 
 there s someone in the house with dina 
 playing on the old banjo 
 
 they whisk black masks from raw babby faces then chuckling 
chortling trumming twanging they diddle diddle cakewalk dance away 
 
bloom with a sour tenderish smile a little frivol shall we if 
you are so inclined would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a 
fraction of a second 
 
mrs breen screams gaily o you ruck you ought to see yourself 
 
bloom for old sake sake i only meant a square party a mixed marriage 
mingling of our different little conjugials you know i had a soft 
corner for you gloomily twas i sent you that valentine of the dear 
gazelle 
 
mrs breen glory alice you do look a holy show killing simply she 
puts out her hand inquisitively what are you hiding behind your back 
tell us there s a dear 
 
bloom seizes her wrist with his free hand josie powell that was 
prettiest deb in dublin how time flies by do you remember harking 
back in a retrospective arrangement old christmas night georgina 
simpson s housewarming while they were playing the irving bishop game 
finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading subject what is in this 
snuffbox 
 
mrs breen you were the lion of the night with your seriocomic 
recitation and you looked the part you were always a favourite with the 
ladies 
 
bloom squire of dames in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings 
blue masonic badge in his buttonhole black bow and mother of pearl 
studs a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand ladies and 
gentlemen i give you ireland home and beauty 
 
mrs breen the dear dead days beyond recall love s old sweet song 
 
bloom meaningfully dropping his voice i confess i m teapot with 
curiosity to find out whether some person s something is a little teapot 
at present 
 
mrs breen gushingly tremendously teapot london s teapot and i m 
simply teapot all over me she rubs sides with him after the parlour 
mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase 
ottoman under the mistletoe two is company 
 
bloom wearing a purple napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon his 
fingers and thumb passing slowly down to her soft moist meaty palm which 
she surrenders gently the witching hour of night i took the splinter 
out of this hand carefully slowly tenderly as he slips on her 
finger a ruby ring l ci darem la mano 
 
mrs breen in a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue a 
tinsel sylph s diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside 
her moonblue satin slipper curves her palm softly breathing quickly 
voglio e non you re hot you re scalding the left hand nearest the 
heart 
 
bloom when you made your present choice they said it was beauty and 
the beast i can never forgive you for that his clenched fist at 
his brow think what it means all you meant to me then hoarsely 
woman it s breaking me 
 
 denis breen whitetallhatted with wisdom hely s sandwich boards 
shuffles past them in carpet slippers his dull beard thrust out 
muttering to right and left little alf bergan cloaked in the pall of 
the ace of spades dogs him to left and right doubled in laughter 
 
alf bergan points jeering at the sandwichboards u p up 
 
mrs breen to bloom high jinks below stairs she gives him the 
glad eye why didn t you kiss the spot to make it well you wanted to 
 
bloom shocked molly s best friend could you 
 
mrs breen her pulpy tongue between her lips offers a pigeon kiss 
hnhn the answer is a lemon have you a little present for me there 
 
bloom offhandedly kosher a snack for supper the home without 
potted meat is incomplete i was at leah mrs bandmann palmer 
trenchant exponent of shakespeare unfortunately threw away the 
programme rattling good place round there for pigs feet feel 
 
 richie goulding three ladies hats pinned on his head appears 
weighted to one side by the black legal bag of collis and ward on which 
a skull and crossbones are painted in white limewash he opens it 
and shows it full of polonies kippered herrings findon haddies and 
tightpacked pills 
 
richie best value in dub 
 
 bald pat bothered beetle stands on the curbstone folding his 
napkin waiting to wait 
 
pat advances with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy steak and 
kidney bottle of lager hee hee hee wait till i wait 
 
richie goodgod inev erate inall 
 
 with hanging head he marches doggedly forward the navvy lurching by 
gores him with his flaming pronghorn 
 
richie with a cry of pain his hand to his back ah bright s 
lights 
 
bloom ooints to the navvy a spy don t attract attention i hate 
stupid crowds i am not on pleasure bent i am in a grave predicament 
 
mrs breen humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and 
bull story 
 
bloom i want to tell you a little secret about how i came to be here 
but you must never tell not even molly i have a most particular 
reason 
 
mrs breen all agog o not for worlds 
 
bloom let s walk on shall us 
 
mrs breen let s 
 
 the bawd makes an unheeded sign bloom walks on with mrs breen the 
terrier follows whining piteously wagging his tail 
 
the bawd jewman s melt 
 
bloom in an oatmeal sporting suit a sprig of woodbine in the lapel 
tony buff shirt shepherd s plaid saint andrew s cross scarftie white 
spats fawn dustcoat on his arm tawny red brogues fieldglasses in 
bandolier and a grey billycock hat do you remember a long long time 
years and years ago just after milly marionette we called her was 
weaned when we all went together to fairyhouse races was it 
 
mrs breen in smart saxe tailormade white velours hat and spider 
veil leopardstown 
 
bloom i mean leopardstown and molly won seven shillings on a three 
year old named nevertell and coming home along by foxrock in that old 
fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and 
you had on that new hat of white velours with a surround of molefur that 
mrs hayes advised you to buy because it was marked down to nineteen and 
eleven a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen and i ll lay you what 
you like she did it on purpose 
 
mrs breen she did of course the cat don t tell me nice adviser 
 
bloom because it didn t suit you one quarter as well as the other ducky 
little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that i admired 
on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was a 
pity to kill it you cruel naughty creature little mite of a thing with 
a heart the size of a fullstop 
 
mrs breen squeezes his arm simpers naughty cruel i was 
 
bloom low secretly ever more rapidly and molly was eating a 
sandwich of spiced beef out of mrs joe gallaher s lunch basket frankly 
though she had her advisers or admirers i never cared much for her 
style she was 
 
mrs breen too 
 
bloom yes and molly was laughing because rogers and maggot o reilly 
were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and marcus tertius moses 
the tea merchant drove past us in a gig with his daughter dancer moses 
was her name and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if i 
ever heard or read or knew or came across 
 
mrs breen eagerly yes yes yes yes yes yes yes 
 
 she fades from his side followed by the whining dog he walks on 
towards hellsgates in an archway a standing woman bent forward her 
feet apart pisses cowily outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers 
listen to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous 
humour an armless pair of them flop wrestling growling in maimed 
sodden playfight 
 
the gaffer crouches his voice twisted in his snout and when cairns 
came down from the scaffolding in beaver street what was he after doing 
it into only into the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the 
shavings for derwan s plasterers 
 
the loiterers guffaw with cleft palates o jays 
 
 their paintspeckled hats wag spattered with size and lime of their 
lodges they frisk limblessly about him 
 
bloom coincidence too they think it funny anything but that broad 
daylight trying to walk lucky no woman 
 
the loiterers jays that s a good one glauber salts o jays into the 
men s porter 
 
 bloom passes cheap whores singly coupled shawled dishevelled 
call from lanes doors corners 
 
the whores 
 
 are you going far queer fellow 
 how s your middle leg 
 got a match on you 
 eh come here till i stiffen it for you 
 
 
 he plodges through their sump towards the lighted street beyond from 
a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk 
in the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the navvy and the two 
redcoats 
 
the navvy belching where s the bloody house 
 
the shebeenkeeper purdon street shilling a bottle of stout 
respectable woman 
 
the navvy gripping the two redcoats staggers forward with them 
come on you british army 
 
private carr behind his back he aint half balmy 
 
private compton laughs what ho 
 
private carr to the navvy portobello barracks canteen you ask for 
carr just carr 
 
the navvy shouts 
 
we are the boys of wexford 
 
private compton say what price the sergeantmajor 
 
private carr bennett he s my pal i love old bennett 
 
the navvy shouts 
 
 the galling chain 
 and free our native land 
 
 he staggers forward dragging them with him bloom stops at fault 
the dog approaches his tongue outlolling panting 
 
bloom wildgoose chase this disorderly houses lord knows where they 
are gone drunks cover distance double quick nice mixup scene at 
westland row then jump in first class with third ticket then too far 
train with engine behind might have taken me to malahide or a siding 
for the night or collision second drink does it once is a dose what 
am i following him for still he s the best of that lot if i hadn t 
heard about mrs beaufoy purefoy i wouldn t have gone and wouldn t have 
met kismet he ll lose that cash relieving office here good biz for 
cheapjacks organs what do ye lack soon got soon gone might have 
lost my life too with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only 
for presence of mind can t always save you though if i had passed 
truelock s window that day two minutes later would have been shot 
absence of body still if bullet only went through my coat get damages 
for shock five hundred pounds what was he kildare street club toff 
god help his gamekeeper 
 
 he gazes ahead reading on the wall a scrawled chalk legend wet dream 
 and a phallic design odd molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane 
at kingstown what s that like gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted 
doorways in window embrasures smoking birdseye cigarettes the 
odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling 
wreaths 
 
the wreaths sweet are the sweets sweets of sin 
 
bloom my spine s a bit limp go or turn and this food eat it and get 
all pigsticky absurd i am waste of money one and eightpence too 
much the retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand 
wagging his tail strange how they take to me even that brute today 
better speak to him first like women they like rencontres stinks 
like a polecat chacun son gout he might be mad dogdays uncertain 
in his movements good fellow fido good fellow garryowen the 
wolfdog sprawls on his back wriggling obscenely with begging paws his 
long black tongue lolling out influence of his surroundings give 
and have done with it provided nobody calling encouraging words he 
shambles back with a furtive poacher s tread dogged by the setter into 
a dark stalestunk corner he unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the 
crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter sizeable for 
threepence but then i have it in my left hand calls for more effort 
why smaller from want of use o let it slide two and six 
 
 with regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide the 
mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed 
crunching the bones two raincaped watch approach silent vigilant 
they murmur together 
 
the watch bloom of bloom for bloom bloom 
 
 each lays hand on bloom s shoulder 
 
first watch caught in the act commit no nuisance 
 
bloom stammers i am doing good to others 
 
 a covey of gulls storm petrels rises hungrily from liffey slime with 
banbury cakes in their beaks 
 
the gulls kaw kave kankury kake 
 
bloom the friend of man trained by kindness 
 
 he points bob doran toppling from a high barstool sways over the 
munching spaniel 
 
bob doran towser give us the paw give the paw 
 
 the bulldog growls his scruff standing a gobbet of pig s knuckle 
between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles bob doran 
fills silently into an area 
 
second watch prevention of cruelty to animals 
 
bloom enthusiastically a noble work i scolded that tramdriver on 
harold s cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab 
bad french i got for my pains of course it was frosty and the last 
tram all tales of circus life are highly demoralising 
 
 signor maffei passionpale in liontamer s costume with diamond studs 
in his shirtfront steps forward holding a circus paperhoop a 
curling carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging 
boarhound 
 
signor maffei with a sinister smile ladies and gentlemen my 
educated greyhound it was i broke in the bucking broncho ajax with my 
patent spiked saddle for carnivores lash under the belly with a knotted 
thong block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to 
heel no matter how fractious even leo ferox there the libyan 
maneater a redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part 
produced fritz of amsterdam the thinking hyena he glares i possess 
the indian sign the glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers 
 with a bewitching smile i now introduce mademoiselle ruby the pride 
of the ring 
 
first watch come name and address 
 
bloom i have forgotten for the moment ah yes he takes off his high 
grade hat saluting dr bloom leopold dental surgeon you have heard 
of von blum pasha umpteen millions donnerwetter owns half austria 
egypt cousin 
 
first watch proof 
 
 a card falls from inside the leather headband of bloom s hat 
 
bloom in red fez cadi s dress coat with broad green sash wearing 
a false badge of the legion of honour picks up the card hastily and 
offers it allow me my club is the junior army and navy solicitors 
messrs john henry menton bachelor s walk 
 
first watch reads henry flower no fixed abode unlawfully watching 
and besetting 
 
second watch an alibi you are cautioned 
 
bloom produces from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower this 
is the flower in question it was given me by a man i don t know his 
name plausibly you know that old joke rose of castile bloom the 
change of name virag he murmurs privately and confidentially we 
are engaged you see sergeant lady in the case love entanglement he 
shoulders the second watch gently dash it all it s a way we gallants 
have in the navy uniform that does it he turns gravely to the first 
watch still of course you do get your waterloo sometimes drop in 
some evening and have a glass of old burgundy to the second watch 
gaily i ll introduce you inspector she s game do it in the shake of 
a lamb s tail 
 
 a dark mercurialised face appears leading a veiled figure 
 
the dark mercury the castle is looking for him he was drummed out of 
the army 
 
martha thickveiled a crimson halter round her neck a copy of 
the irish times in her hand in tone of reproach pointing henry 
leopold lionel thou lost one clear my name 
 
first watch sternly come to the station 
 
bloom scared hats himself steps back then plucking at his heart 
and lifting his right forearm on the square he gives the sign and 
dueguard of fellowcraft no no worshipful master light of love 
mistaken identity the lyons mail lesurques and dubosc you remember 
the childs fratricide case we medical men by striking him dead with 
a hatchet i am wrongfully accused better one guilty escape than 
ninetynine wrongfully condemned 
 
martha sobbing behind her veil breach of promise my real name 
is peggy griffin he wrote to me that he was miserable i ll tell my 
brother the bective rugger fullback on you heartless flirt 
 
bloom behind his hand she s drunk the woman is inebriated he 
murmurs vaguely the pass of ephraim shitbroleeth 
 
second watch tears in his eyes to bloom you ought to be thoroughly 
well ashamed of yourself 
 
bloom gentlemen of the jury let me explain a pure mare s nest i am 
a man misunderstood i am being made a scapegoat of i am a respectable 
married man without a stain on my character i live in eccles street 
my wife i am the daughter of a most distinguished commander a gallant 
upstanding gentleman what do you call him majorgeneral brian tweedy 
one of britain s fighting men who helped to win our battles got his 
majority for the heroic defence of rorke s drift 
 
first watch regiment 
 
bloom turns to the gallery the royal dublins boys the salt of the 
earth known the world over i think i see some old comrades in arms 
up there among you the r d f with our own metropolitan police 
guardians of our homes the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men 
as physique in the service of our sovereign 
 
a voice turncoat up the boers who booed joe chamberlain 
 
bloom his hand on the shoulder of the first watch my old dad too 
was a j p i m as staunch a britisher as you are sir i fought with 
the colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general 
gough in the park and was disabled at spion kop and bloemfontein was 
mentioned in dispatches i did all a white man could with quiet 
feeling jim bludso hold her nozzle again the bank 
 
first watch profession or trade 
 
bloom well i follow a literary occupation author journalist in fact 
we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which i am the 
inventor something that is an entirely new departure i am connected 
with the british and irish press if you ring up 
 
 myles crawford strides out jerkily a quill between his teeth his 
scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his straw hat he dangles 
a hank of spanish onions in one hand and holds with the other hand a 
telephone receiver nozzle to his ear 
 
myles crawford his cock s wattles wagging hello seventyseven 
eightfour hello freeman s urinal and weekly arsewipe here 
paralyse europe you which bluebags who writes is it bloom 
 
 mr philip beaufoy palefaced stands in the witnessbox in accurate 
morning dress outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing 
creased lavender trousers and patent boots he carries a large portfolio 
labelled matcham s masterstrokes 
 
beaufoy drawls no you aren t not by a long shot if i know it 
i don t see it that s all no born gentleman no one with the most 
rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly 
loathsome conduct one of those my lord a plagiarist a soapy sneak 
masquerading as a litterateur it s perfectly obvious that with the most 
inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy really 
gorgeous stuff a perfect gem the love passages in which are beneath 
suspicion the beaufoy books of love and great possessions with which 
your lordship is doubtless familiar are a household word throughout the 
kingdom 
 
bloom murmurs with hangdog meekness glum that bit about the 
laughing witch hand in hand i take exception to if i may 
 
beaufoy his lip upcurled smiles superciliously on the court you 
funny ass you you re too beastly awfully weird for words i don t 
think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard 
my literary agent mr j b pinker is in attendance i presume my 
lord we shall receive the usual witnesses fees shan t we we are 
considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny this jackdaw 
of rheims who has not even been to a university 
 
bloom indistinctly university of life bad art 
 
beaufoy shouts it s a damnably foul lie showing the moral 
rottenness of the man he extends his portfolio we have here damning 
evidence the corpus delicti my lord a specimen of my maturer work 
disfigured by the hallmark of the beast 
 
a voice from the gallery 
 
moses moses king of the jews wiped his arse in the daily news 
 
bloom bravely overdrawn 
 
beaufoy you low cad you ought to be ducked in the horsepond you 
rotter to the court why look at the man s private life leading 
a quadruple existence street angel and house devil not fit to be 
mentioned in mixed society the archconspirator of the age 
 
bloom to the court and he a bachelor how 
 
first watch the king versus bloom call the woman driscoll 
 
the crier mary driscoll scullerymaid 
 
 mary driscoll a slipshod servant girl approaches she has a bucket 
on the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand 
 
second watch another are you of the unfortunate class 
 
mary driscoll indignantly i m not a bad one i bear a respectable 
character and was four months in my last place i was in a situation 
six pounds a year and my chances with fridays out and i had to leave 
owing to his carryings on 
 
first watch what do you tax him with 
 
mary driscoll he made a certain suggestion but i thought more of myself 
as poor as i am 
 
bloom in housejacket of ripplecloth flannel trousers heelless 
slippers unshaven his hair rumpled softly i treated you white 
i gave you mementos smart emerald garters far above your station 
incautiously i took your part when you were accused of pilfering 
there s a medium in all things play cricket 
 
mary driscoll excitedly as god is looking down on me this night if 
ever i laid a hand to them oysters 
 
first watch the offence complained of did something happen 
 
mary driscoll he surprised me in the rere of the premises your honour 
when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety 
pin he held me and i was discoloured in four places as a result and he 
interfered twict with my clothing 
 
bloom she counterassaulted 
 
mary driscoll scornfully i had more respect for the scouringbrush 
so i had i remonstrated with him your lord and he remarked keep it 
quiet 
 
 general laughter 
 
george fottrell clerk of the crown and peace resonantly order in 
court the accused will now make a bogus statement 
 
 bloom pleading not guilty and holding a fullblown waterlily begins 
a long unintelligible speech they would hear what counsel had to say in 
his stirring address to the grand jury he was down and out but though 
branded as a black sheep if he might say so he meant to reform to 
retrieve the memory of the past in a purely sisterly way and return to 
nature as a purely domestic animal a sevenmonths child he had been 
carefully brought up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent there 
might have been lapses of an erring father but he wanted to turn over 
a new leaf and now when at long last in sight of the whipping post 
to lead a homely life in the evening of his days permeated by the 
affectionate surroundings of the heaving bosom of the family an 
acclimatised britisher he had seen that summer eve from the footplate 
of an engine cab of the loop line railway company while the rain 
refrained from falling glimpses as it were through the windows of 
loveful households in dublin city and urban district of scenes truly 
rural of happiness of the better land with dockrell s wallpaper at one 
and ninepence a dozen innocent britishborn bairns lisping prayers to 
the sacred infant youthful scholars grappling with their pensums or 
model young ladies playing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour 
reciting the family rosary round the crackling yulelog while in the 
boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what 
times the strains of the organtoned melodeon britannia metalbound with 
four acting stops and twelvefold bellows a sacrifice greatest bargain 
ever 
 
 renewed laughter he mumbles incoherently reporters complain that 
they cannot hear 
 
longhand and shorthand without looking up from their notebooks 
loosen his boots 
 
professor machugh from the presstable coughs and calls cough it 
up man get it out in bits 
 
 the crossexamination proceeds re bloom and the bucket a large bucket 
bloom himself bowel trouble in beaver street gripe yes quite bad 
a plasterer s bucket by walking stifflegged suffered untold misery 
deadly agony about noon love or burgundy yes some spinach crucial 
moment he did not look in the bucket nobody rather a mess not 
completely a titbits back number 
 
 uproar and catcalls bloom in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash 
dinged silk hat sideways on his head a strip of stickingplaster across 
his nose talks inaudibly 
 
j j o molloy in barrister s grey wig and stuffgown speaking with 
a voice of pained protest this is no place for indecent levity at 
the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor we are not in a 
beargarden nor at an oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice my 
client is an infant a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as 
a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny the trumped up 
misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity brought on 
by hallucination such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence 
being quite permitted in my client s native place the land of the 
pharaoh prima facie i put it to you that there was no attempt at 
carnally knowing intimacy did not occur and the offence complained of 
by driscoll that her virtue was solicited was not repeated i would 
deal in especial with atavism there have been cases of shipwreck and 
somnambulism in my client s family if the accused could speak he could 
a tale unfold one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between 
the covers of a book he himself my lord is a physical wreck from 
cobbler s weak chest his submission is that he is of mongolian 
extraction and irresponsible for his actions not all there in fact 
 
bloom barefoot pigeonbreasted in lascar s vest and trousers 
apologetic toes turned in opens his tiny mole s eyes and looks about 
him dazedly passing a slow hand across his forehead then he hitches 
his belt sailor fashion and with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes 
the court pointing one thumb heavenward him makee velly muchee fine 
night he begins to lilt simply 
 
 li li poo lil chile 
 blingee pigfoot evly night 
 payee two shilly 
 
 he is howled down 
 
j j o molloy hotly to the populace this is a lonehand fight by 
hades i will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this 
fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas the mosaic code has 
superseded the law of the jungle i say it and i say it emphatically 
without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice accused 
was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered 
with the young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very 
own daughter bloom takes j j o molloy s hand and raises it to his 
lips i shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the 
hidden hand is again at its old game when in doubt persecute bloom my 
client an innately bashful man would be the last man in the world to 
do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or 
cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard 
responsible for her condition had worked his own sweet will on her he 
wants to go straight i regard him as the whitest man i know he is down 
on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property 
at agendath netaim in faraway asia minor slides of which will now be 
shown to bloom i suggest that you will do the handsome thing 
 
bloom a penny in the pound 
 
 the image of the lake of kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in 
silver haze is projected on the wall moses dlugacz ferreteyed albino 
in blue dungarees stands up in the gallery holding in each hand an 
orange citron and a pork kidney 
 
dlugacz hoarsely bleibtreustrasse berlin w 
 
 j j o molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of his 
coat with solemnity his face lengthens grows pale and bearded with 
sunken eyes the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of john f 
taylor he applies his handkerchief to his mouth and scrutinises the 
galloping tide of rosepink blood 
 
j j o molloy almost voicelessly excuse me i am suffering from a 
severe chill have recently come from a sickbed a few wellchosen words 
 he assumes the avine head foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of 
seymour bushe when the angel s book comes to be opened if aught 
that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of 
soultransfiguring deserves to live i say accord the prisoner at the bar 
the sacred benefit of the doubt a paper with something written on it 
is handed into court 
 
bloom in court dress can give best references messrs callan 
coleman mr wisdom hely j p my old chief joe cuffe mr v b dillon 
ex lord mayor of dublin i have moved in the charmed circle of the 
highest queens of dublin society carelessly i was just chatting 
this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals sir robert and 
lady ball astronomer royal at the levee sir bob i said 
 
mrs yelverton barry in lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength 
ivory gloves wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman a comb of 
brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair arrest him constable he 
wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was 
in the north riding of tipperary on the munster circuit signed james 
lovebirch he said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as 
i sat in a box of the theatre royal at a command performance of la 
cigale i deeply inflamed him he said he made improper overtures 
to me to misconduct myself at half past four p m on the following 
thursday dunsink time he offered to send me through the post a work 
of fiction by monsieur paul de kock entitled the girl with the three 
pairs of stays 
 
mrs bellingham in cap and seal coney mantle wrapped up to the 
nose steps out of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell 
quizzing glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff 
also to me yes i believe it is the same objectionable person because 
he closed my carriage door outside sir thornley stoker s one sleety day 
during the cold snap of february ninetythree when even the grid of the 
wastepipe and the ballstop in my bath cistern were frozen subsequently 
he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights as he said 
in my honour i had it examined by a botanical expert and elicited the 
information that it was ablossom of the homegrown potato plant purloined 
from a forcingcase of the model farm 
 
mrs yelverton barry shame on him 
 
 a crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward 
 
the sluts and ragamuffins screaming stop thief hurrah there 
bluebeard three cheers for ikey mo 
 
second watch produces handcuffs here are the darbies 
 
mrs bellingham he addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome 
compliments as a venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my 
frostbound coachman palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself 
as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate 
proximity to my person when standing behind my chair wearing my livery 
and the armorial bearings of the bellingham escutcheon garnished sable 
a buck s head couped or he lauded almost extravagantly my nether 
extremities my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit and 
eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which 
he said he could conjure up he urged me stating that he felt it 
his mission in life to urge me to defile the marriage bed to commit 
adultery at the earliest possible opportunity 
 
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys in amazon costume hard hat 
jackboots cockspurred vermilion waistcoat fawn musketeer gauntlets 
with braided drums long train held up and hunting crop with which she 
strikes her welt constantly also me because he saw me on the polo 
ground of the phoenix park at the match all ireland versus the rest of 
ireland my eyes i know shone divinely as i watched captain slogger 
dennehy of the inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob 
 centaur this plebeian don juan observed me from behind a hackney car 
and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph such as are sold 
after dark on paris boulevards insulting to any lady i have it still 
it represents a partially nude se orita frail and lovely his wife as 
he solemnly assured me taken by him from nature practising illicit 
intercourse with a muscular torero evidently a blackguard he urged me 
to do likewise to misbehave to sin with officers of the garrison he 
implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner to chastise 
him as he richly deserves to bestride and ride him to give him a most 
vicious horsewhipping 
 
mrs bellingham me too 
 
mrs yelverton barry me too 
 
 several highly respectable dublin ladies hold up improper letters 
received from bloom 
 
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys stamps her jingling spurs in a 
sudden paroxysm of fury i will by the god above me i ll scourge the 
pigeonlivered cur as long as i can stand over him i ll flay him alive 
 
bloom his eyes closing quails expectantly here he squirms 
again he pants cringing i love the danger 
 
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys very much so i ll make it hot for 
you i ll make you dance jack latten for that 
 
mrs bellingham tan his breech well the upstart write the stars and 
stripes on it 
 
mrs yelverton barry disgraceful there s no excuse for him a married 
man 
 
bloom all these people i meant only the spanking idea a warm tingling 
glow without effusion refined birching to stimulate the circulation 
 
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys laughs derisively o did you my 
fine fellow well by the living god you ll get the surprise of your 
life now believe me the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained 
for you have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury 
 
mrs bellingham shakes her muff and quizzing glasses vindictively 
make him smart hanna dear give him ginger thrash the mongrel within 
an inch of his life the cat o nine tails geld him vivisect him 
 
bloom shuddering shrinking joins his hands with hangdog mien o 
cold o shivery it was your ambrosial beauty forget forgive kismet 
let me off this once he offers the other cheek 
 
mrs yelverton barry severely don t do so on any account mrs 
talboys he should be soundly trounced 
 
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys unbuttoning her gauntlet 
violently i ll do no such thing pigdog and always was ever since 
he was pupped to dare address me i ll flog him black and blue in 
the public streets i ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel he is a 
wellknown cuckold she swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air 
take down his trousers without loss of time come here sir quick 
ready 
 
bloom trembling beginning to obey the weather has been so warm 
 
 davy stephens ringletted passes with a bevy of barefoot newsboys 
 
davy stephens messenger of the sacred heart and evening telegraph 
with saint patrick s day supplement containing the new addresses of all 
the cuckolds in dublin 
 
 the very reverend canon o hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and 
exposes a marble timepiece before him father conroy and the reverend 
john hughes s j bend low 
 
the timepiece unportalling 
 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 cuckoo 
 
 the brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle 
 
the quoits jigjag jigajiga jigjag 
 
 a panel of fog rolls back rapidly revealing rapidly in the jurybox 
the faces of martin cunningham foreman silkhatted jack power simon 
dedalus tom kernan ned lambert john henry menton myles crawford 
lenehan paddy leonard nosey flynn m coy and the featureless face of a 
nameless one 
 
the nameless one bareback riding weight for age gob he organised 
her 
 
the jurors all their heads turned to his voice really 
 
the nameless one snarls arse over tip hundred shillings to five 
 
the jurors all their heads lowered in assent most of us thought as 
much 
 
first watch he is a marked man another girl s plait cut wanted jack 
the ripper a thousand pounds reward 
 
second watch awed whispers and in black a mormon anarchist 
 
the crier loudly whereas leopold bloom of no fixed abode is a 
wellknown dynamitard forger bigamist bawd and cuckold and a public 
nuisance to the citizens of dublin and whereas at this commission of 
assizes the most honourable 
 
 his honour sir frederick falkiner recorder of dublin in judicial 
garb of grey stone rises from the bench stonebearded he bears in his 
arms an umbrella sceptre from his forehead arise starkly the mosaic 
ramshorns 
 
the recorder i will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid 
dublin of this odious pest scandalous he dons the black cap let 
him be taken mr subsheriff from the dock where he now stands and 
detained in custody in mountjoy prison during his majesty s pleasure 
and there be hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not 
at your peril or may the lord have mercy on your soul remove him a 
black skullcap descends upon his head 
 
 the subsheriff long john fanning appears smoking a pungent henry 
clay 
 
long john fanning scowls and calls with rich rolling utterance 
who ll hang judas iscariot 
 
 h rumbold master barber in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner s 
apron a rope coiled over his shoulder mounts the block a life 
preserver and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in his belt he rubs 
grimly his grappling hands knobbed with knuckledusters 
 
rumbold to the recorder with sinister familiarity hanging harry 
your majesty the mersey terror five guineas a jugular neck or 
nothing 
 
 the bells of george s church toll slowly loud dark iron 
 
the bells heigho heigho 
 
bloom desperately wait stop gulls good heart i saw innocence 
girl in the monkeyhouse zoo lewd chimpanzee breathlessly pelvic 
basin her artless blush unmanned me overcome with emotion i left 
the precincts he turns to a figure in the crowd appealing hynes may 
i speak to you you know me that three shillings you can keep if you 
want a little more 
 
hynes coldly you are a perfect stranger 
 
second watch points to the corner the bomb is here 
 
first watch infernal machine with a time fuse 
 
bloom no no pig s feet i was at a funeral 
 
first watch draws his truncheon liar 
 
 the beagle lifts his snout showing the grey scorbutic face of paddy 
dignam he has gnawed all he exhales a putrid carcasefed breath 
he grows to human size and shape his dachshund coat becomes a brown 
mortuary habit his green eye flashes bloodshot half of one ear all 
the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten 
 
paddy dignam in a hollow voice it is true it was my funeral 
doctor finucane pronounced life extinct when i succumbed to the disease 
from natural causes 
 
 he lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously 
 
bloom in triumph you hear 
 
paddy dignam bloom i am paddy dignam s spirit list list o list 
 
bloom the voice is the voice of esau 
 
second watch blesses himself how is that possible 
 
first watch it is not in the penny catechism 
 
paddy dignam by metempsychosis spooks 
 
a voice o rocks 
 
paddy dignam earnestly once i was in the employ of mr j h menton 
solicitor commissioner for oaths and affidavits of bachelor s walk 
now i am defunct the wall of the heart hypertrophied hard lines the 
poor wife was awfully cut up how is she bearing it keep her off that 
bottle of sherry he looks round him a lamp i must satisfy an 
animal need that buttermilk didn t agree with me 
 
 the portly figure of john o connell caretaker stands forth holding 
a bunch of keys tied with crape beside him stands father coffey 
chaplain toadbellied wrynecked in a surplice and bandanna nightcap 
holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies 
 
father coffey yawns then chants with a hoarse croak namine 
jacobs vobiscuits amen 
 
john o connell foghorns stormily through his megaphone dignam 
patrick t deceased 
 
paddy dignam with pricked up ears winces overtones he wriggles 
forward and places an ear to the ground my master s voice 
 
john o connell burial docket letter number u p eightyfive thousand 
field seventeen house of keys plot one hundred and one 
 
 paddy dignam listens with visible effort thinking his tail 
stiffpointcd his ears cocked 
 
paddy dignam pray for the repose of his soul 
 
 he worms down through a coalhole his brown habit trailing its tether 
over rattling pebbles after him toddles an obese grandfather rat on 
fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace dignam s voice muffled is 
heard baying under ground dignam s dead and gone below tom rochford 
robinredbreasted in cap and breeches jumps from his twocolumned 
machine 
 
tom rochford a hand to his breastbone bows reuben j a florin i 
find him he fixes the manhole with a resolute stare my turn now on 
follow me up to carlow 
 
 he executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is engulfed in the 
coalhole two discs on the columns wobble eyes of nought all recedes 
bloom plodges forward again through the sump kisses chirp amid 
the rifts of fog a piano sounds he stands before a lighted house 
listening the kisses winging from their bowers fly about him 
twittering warbling cooing 
 
the kisses warbling leo twittering icky licky micky sticky for 
leo cooing coo coocoo yummyyum womwom warbling big comebig 
pirouette leopopold twittering leeolee warbling o leo 
 
 they rustle flutter upon his garments alight bright giddy flecks 
silvery sequins 
 
bloom a man s touch sad music church music perhaps here 
 
 zoe higgins a young whore in a sapphire slip closed with three 
bronze buckles a slim black velvet fillet round her throat nods trips 
down the steps and accosts him 
 
zoe are you looking for someone he s inside with his friend 
 
bloom is this mrs mack s 
 
zoe no eightyone mrs cohen s you might go farther and fare worse 
mother slipperslapper familiarly she s on the job herself tonight 
with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for 
her son in oxford working overtime but her luck s turned today 
 suspiciously you re not his father are you 
 
bloom not i 
 
zoe you both in black has little mousey any tickles tonight 
 
 his skin alert feels her fingertips approach a hand glides over his 
left thigh 
 
zoe how s the nuts 
 
bloom off side curiously they are on the right heavier i suppose 
one in a million my tailor mesias says 
 
zoe in sudden alarm you ve a hard chancre 
 
bloom not likely 
 
zoe i feel it 
 
 her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard 
black shrivelled potato she regards it and bloom with dumb moist 
lips 
 
bloom a talisman heirloom 
 
zoe for zoe for keeps for being so nice eh 
 
 she puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm 
cuddling him with supple warmth he smiles uneasily slowly note by 
note oriental music is played he gazes in the tawny crystal of her 
eyes ringed with kohol his smile softens 
 
zoe you ll know me the next time 
 
bloom forlornly i never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to 
 
 gazelles are leaping feeding on the mountains near are lakes round 
their shores file shadows black of cedargroves aroma rises a strong 
hairgrowth of resin it burns the orient a sky of sapphire cleft by 
the bronze flight of eagles under it lies the womancity nude white 
still cool in luxury a fountain murmurs among damask roses mammoth 
roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes a wine of shame lust blood exudes 
strangely murmuring 
 
zoe murmuring singsong with the music her odalisk lips lusciously 
smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater schorach ani wenowach 
benoith hierushaloim 
 
bloom fascinated i thought you were of good stock by your accent 
 
zoe and you know what thought did 
 
 she bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth sending on 
him a cloying breath of stale garlic the roses draw apart disclose a 
sepulchre of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones 
 
bloom draws back mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat 
awkward hand are you a dublin girl 
 
zoe catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil no bloody 
fear i m english have you a swaggerroot 
 
bloom as before rarely smoke dear cigar now and then childish 
device lewdly the mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder 
of rank weed 
 
zoe go on make a stump speech out of it 
 
bloom in workman s corduroy overalls black gansy with red floating 
tie and apache cap mankind is incorrigible sir walter ralegh brought 
from the new world that potato and that weed the one a killer of 
pestilence by absorption the other a poisoner of the ear eye heart 
memory will understanding all that is to say he brought the poison 
a hundred years before another person whose name i forget brought the 
food suicide lies all our habits why look at our public life 
 
 midnight chimes from distant steeples 
 
the chimes turn again leopold lord mayor of dublin 
 
bloom in alderman s gown and chain electors of arran quay inns 
quay rotunda mountjoy and north dock better run a tramline i say 
from the cattlemarket to the river that s the music of the future 
that s my programme cui bono but our bucaneering vanderdeckens in 
their phantom ship of finance 
 
an elector three times three for our future chief magistrate 
 
 the aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps 
 
the torchbearers hooray 
 
 several wellknown burgesses city magnates and freemen of the city 
shake hands with bloom and congratulate him timothy harrington late 
thrice lord mayor of dublin imposing in mayoral scarlet gold chain and 
white silk tie confers with councillor lorcan sherlock locum tenens 
they nod vigorously in agreement 
 
late lord mayor harrington in scarlet robe with mace gold mayoral 
chain and large white silk scarf that alderman sir leo bloom s speech 
be printed at the expense of the ratepayers that the house in which 
he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the 
thoroughfare hitherto known as cow parlour off cork street be henceforth 
designated boulevard bloom 
 
councillor lorcan sherlock carried unanimously 
 
bloom impassionedly these flying dutchmen or lying dutchmen as 
they recline in their upholstered poop casting dice what reck they 
machines is their cry their chimera their panacea laboursaving 
apparatuses supplanters bugbears manufactured monsters for mutual 
murder hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts 
upon our prostituted labour the poor man starves while they are 
grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges 
in their purblind pomp of pelf and power but their reign is rover for 
rever and ever and ev 
 
 prolonged applause venetian masts maypoles and festal arches spring 
up a streamer bearing the legends cead mile failte and mah ttob 
melek israel spans the street all the windows are thronged with 
sightseers chiefly ladies along the route the regiments of the 
royal dublin fusiliers the king s own scottish borderers the cameron 
highlanders and the welsh fusiliers standing to attention keep back 
the crowd boys from high school are perched on the lampposts 
telegraph poles windowsills cornices gutters chimneypots railings 
rainspouts whistling and cheering the pillar of the cloud appears a 
fife and drum band is heard in the distance playing the kol nidre the 
beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted trailing banners and 
waving oriental palms the chryselephantine papal standard rises high 
surrounded by pennons of the civic flag the van of the procession 
appears headed by john howard parnell city marshal in a chessboard 
tabard the athlone poursuivant and ulster king of arms they are 
followed by the right honourable joseph hutchinson lord mayor of 
dublin his lordship the lord mayor of cork their worships the 
mayors of limerick galway sligo and waterford twentyeight irish 
representative peers sirdars grandees and maharajahs bearing the cloth 
of estate the dublin metropolitan fire brigade the chapter of the 
saints of finance in their plutocratic order of precedence the bishop 
of down and connor his eminence michael cardinal logue archbishop of 
armagh primate of all ireland his grace the most reverend dr william 
alexander archbishop of armagh primate of all ireland the chief 
rabbi the presbyterian moderator the heads of the baptist anabaptist 
methodist and moravian chapels and the honorary secretary of the society 
of friends after them march the guilds and trades and trainbands 
with flying colours coopers bird fanciers millwrights newspaper 
canvassers law scriveners masseurs vintners trussmakers 
chimneysweeps lard refiners tabinet and poplin weavers farriers 
italian warehousemen church decorators bootjack manufacturers 
undertakers silk mercers lapidaries salesmasters corkcutters 
assessors of fire losses dyers and cleaners export bottlers 
fellmongers ticketwriters heraldic seal engravers horse repository 
hands bullion brokers cricket and archery outfitters riddlemakers 
egg and potato factors hosiers and glovers plumbing contractors after 
them march gentlemen of the bedchamber black rod deputy garter 
gold stick the master of horse the lord great chamberlain the earl 
marshal the high constable carrying the sword of state saint stephen s 
iron crown the chalice and bible four buglers on foot blow a sennet 
beefeaters reply winding clarions of welcome under an arch of triumph 
bloom appears bareheaded in a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with 
ermine bearing saint edward s staff the orb and sceptre with the dove 
the curtana he is seated on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson 
tail richly caparisoned with golden headstall wild excitement the 
ladies from their balconies throw down rosepetals the air is perfumed 
with essences the men cheer bloom s boys run amid the bystanders with 
branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes 
 
bloom s boys 
 
 the wren the wren 
 the king of all birds 
 saint stephen s his day 
 was caught in the furze 
 
 
a blacksmith murmurs for the honour of god and is that bloom he 
scarcely looks thirtyone 
 
a pavior and flagger that s the famous bloom now the world s greatest 
reformer hats off 
 
 all uncover their heads women whisper eagerly 
 
a millionairess richly isn t he simply wonderful 
 
a noblewoman nobly all that man has seen 
 
a feminist masculinely and done 
 
a bellhanger a classic face he has the forehead of a thinker 
 
 bloom s weather a sunburst appears in the northwest 
 
the bishop of down and connor i here present your undoubted 
emperor president and king chairman the most serene and potent and very 
puissant ruler of this realm god save leopold the first 
 
all god save leopold the first 
 
bloom in dalmatic and purple mantle to the bishop of down and 
connor with dignity thanks somewhat eminent sir 
 
william archbishop of armagh in purple stock and shovel hat 
will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your 
judgments in ireland and territories thereunto belonging 
 
bloom placing his right hand on his testicles swears so may the 
creator deal with me all this i promise to do 
 
michael archbishop of armagh pours a cruse of hairoil over bloom s 
head gaudium magnum annuntio vobis habemus carneficem leopold 
patrick andrew david george be thou anointed 
 
 bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a ruby ring he 
ascends and stands on the stone of destiny the representative peers put 
on at the same time their twentyeight crowns joybells ring in christ 
church saint patrick s george s and gay malahide mirus bazaar 
fireworks go up from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic 
designs the peers do homage one by one approaching and 
genuflecting 
 
the peers i do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly 
worship 
 
 bloom holds up his right hand on which sparkles the koh i noor 
diamond his palfrey neighs immediate silence wireless 
intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception 
of message 
 
bloom my subjects we hereby nominate our faithful charger copula felix 
hereditary grand vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated 
our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess 
selene the splendour of night 
 
 the former morganatic spouse of bloom is hastily removed in the black 
maria the princess selene in moonblue robes a silver crescent on her 
head descends from a sedan chair borne by two giants an outburst of 
cheering 
 
john howard parnell raises the royal standard illustrious bloom 
successor to my famous brother 
 
bloom embraces john howard parnell we thank you from our heart 
john for this right royal welcome to green erin the promised land of 
our common ancestors 
 
 the freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter the 
keys of dublin crossed on a crimson cushion are given to him he shows 
all that he is wearing green socks 
 
tom kernan you deserve it your honour 
 
bloom on this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at 
ladysmith our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with 
telling effect half a league onward they charge all is lost now do 
we yield no we drive them headlong lo we charge deploying to the 
left our light horse swept across the heights of plevna and uttering 
their warcry bonafide sabaoth sabred the saracen gunners to a man 
 
the chapel of freeman typesetters hear hear 
 
john wyse nolan there s the man that got away james stephens 
 
a bluecoat schoolboy bravo 
 
an old resident you re a credit to your country sir that s what you 
are 
 
an applewoman he s a man like ireland wants 
 
bloom my beloved subjects a new era is about to dawn i bloom tell 
you verily it is even now at hand yea on the word of a bloom ye shall 
ere long enter into the golden city which is to be the new bloomusalem 
in the nova hibernia of the future 
 
 thirtytwo workmen wearing rosettes from all the counties of ireland 
under the guidance of derwan the builder construct the new bloomusalem 
it is a colossal edifice with crystal roof built in the shape of a 
huge pork kidney containing forty thousand rooms in the course of its 
extension several buildings and monuments are demolished government 
offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds numerous houses 
are razed to the ground the inhabitants are lodged in barrels and 
boxes all marked in red with the letters l b several paupers 
fill from a ladder a part of the walls of dublin crowded with loyal 
sightseers collapses 
 
the sightseers dying morituri te salutant they die 
 
 a man in a brown macintosh springs up through a trapdoor he points an 
elongated finger at bloom 
 
the man in the macintosh don t you believe a word he says that man is 
leopold m intosh the notorious fireraiser his real name is higgins 
 
bloom shoot him dog of a christian so much for m intosh 
 
 a cannonshot the man in the macintosh disappears bloom with his 
sceptre strikes down poppies the instantaneous deaths of many 
powerful enemies graziers members of parliament members of standing 
committees are reported bloom s bodyguard distribute maundy money 
commemoration medals loaves and fishes temperance badges expensive 
henry clay cigars free cowbones for soup rubber preservatives in 
sealed envelopes tied with gold thread butter scotch pineapple rock 
billets doux in the form of cocked hats readymade suits porringers 
of toad in the hole bottles of jeyes fluid purchase stamps days 
indulgences spurious coins dairyfed pork sausages theatre passes 
season tickets available for all tramlines coupons of the royal and 
privileged hungarian lottery penny dinner counters cheap reprints of 
the world s twelve worst books froggy and fritz politic care of the 
baby infantilic meals for culinic was jesus a sun myth 
 historic expel that pain medic infant s compendium of the 
universe cosmic let s all chortle hilaric canvasser s vade mecum 
 journalic loveletters of mother assistant erotic who s who in 
space astric songs that reached our heart melodic pennywise s way 
to wealth parsimonic a general rush and scramble women press forward 
to touch the hem of bloom s robe the lady gwendolen dubedat bursts 
through the throng leaps on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks 
amid great acclamation a magnesium flashlight photograph is taken 
babes and sucklings are held up 
 
the women little father little father 
 
the babes and sucklings 
 
 clap clap hands till poldy comes home 
 cakes in his pocket for leo alone 
 
 
 bloom bending down pokes baby boardman gently in the stomach 
 
baby boardman hiccups curdled milk flowing from his mouth 
hajajaja 
 
bloom shaking hands with a blind stripling my more than brother 
 placing his arms round the shoulders of an old couple dear old 
friends he plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls 
peep bopeep he wheels twins in a perambulator ticktacktwo 
wouldyousetashoe he performs juggler s tricks draws red orange 
yellow green blue indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his 
mouth roygbiv feet per second he consoles a widow absence 
makes the heart grow younger he dances the highland fling with 
grotesque antics leg it ye devils he kisses the bedsores of a 
palsied veteran honourable wounds he trips up a fit policeman 
u p up u p up he whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress and 
laughs kindly ah naughty naughty he eats a raw turnip offered 
him by maurice butterly farmer fine splendid he refuses to 
accept three shillings offered him by joseph hynes journalist my dear 
fellow not at all he gives his coat to a beggar please accept he 
takes part in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples 
come on boys wriggle it girls 
 
the citizen choked with emotion brushes aside a tear in his emerald 
muffler may the good god bless him 
 
 the rams horns sound for silence the standard of zion is hoisted 
 
bloom uncloaks impressively revealing obesity unrolls a paper and 
reads solemnly aleph beth ghimel daleth hagadah tephilim kosher yom 
kippur hanukah roschaschana beni brith bar mitzvah mazzoth askenazim 
meshuggah talith 
 
 an official translation is read by jimmy henry assistant town 
clerk 
 
jimmy henry the court of conscience is now open his most catholic 
majesty will now administer open air justice free medical and legal 
advice solution of doubles and other problems all cordially invited 
given at this our loyal city of dublin in the year i of the paradisiacal 
era 
 
paddy leonard what am i to do about my rates and taxes 
 
bloom pay them my friend 
 
paddy leonard thank you 
 
nosey flynn can i raise a mortgage on my fire insurance 
 
bloom obdurately sirs take notice that by the law of torts you are 
bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five 
pounds 
 
j j o molloy a daniel did i say nay a peter o brien 
 
nosey flynn where do i draw the five pounds 
 
pisser burke for bladder trouble 
 
bloom 
 
 acid nit hydrochlor dil minims 
 tinct nux vom minims 
 extr taraxel iiq minims 
 aq dis ter in die 
 
chris callinan what is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of 
aldebaran 
 
bloom pleased to hear from you chris k ii 
 
joe hynes why aren t you in uniform 
 
bloom when my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the 
austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours 
 
ben dollard pansies 
 
bloom embellish beautify suburban gardens 
 
ben dollard when twins arrive 
 
bloom father pater dad starts thinking 
 
larry o rourke an eightday licence for my new premises you remember 
me sir leo when you were in number seven i m sending around a dozen 
of stout for the missus 
 
bloom coldly you have the advantage of me lady bloom accepts no 
presents 
 
crofton this is indeed a festivity 
 
bloom solemnly you call it a festivity i call it a sacrament 
 
alexander keyes when will we have our own house of keys 
 
bloom i stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten 
commandments new worlds for old union of all jew moslem and gentile 
three acres and a cow for all children of nature saloon motor hearses 
compulsory manual labour for all all parks open to the public day and 
night electric dishscrubbers tuberculosis lunacy war and mendicancy 
must now cease general amnesty weekly carnival with masked licence 
bonuses for all esperanto the universal language with universal 
brotherhood no more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors 
free money free rent free love and a free lay church in a free lay 
state 
 
o madden burke free fox in a free henroost 
 
davy byrne yawning iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach 
 
bloom mixed races and mixed marriage 
 
lenehan what about mixed bathing 
 
 bloom explains to those near him his schemes for social regeneration 
all agree with him the keeper of the kildare street museum appears 
dragging a lorry on which are the shaking statues of several naked 
goddesses venus callipyge venus pandemos venus metempsychosis and 
plaster figures also naked representing the new nine muses commerce 
operatic music amor publicity manufacture liberty of speech plural 
voting gastronomy private hygiene seaside concert entertainments 
painless obstetrics and astronomy for the people 
 
father farley he is an episcopalian an agnostic an anythingarian 
seeking to overthrow our holy faith 
 
mrs riordan tears up her will i m disappointed in you you bad man 
 
mother grogan removes her boot to throw it at bloom you beast you 
abominable person 
 
nosey flynn give us a tune bloom one of the old sweet songs 
 
bloom with rollicking humour 
 
 i vowed that i never would leave her 
 she turned out a cruel deceiver 
 with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom 
 
hoppy holohan good old bloom there s nobody like him after all 
 
paddy leonard stage irishman 
 
bloom what railway opera is like a tramline in gibraltar the rows of 
casteele laughter 
 
lenehan plagiarist down with bloom 
 
the veiled sibyl enthusiastically i m a bloomite and i glory in it 
i believe in him in spite of all i d give my life for him the funniest 
man on earth 
 
bloom winks at the bystanders i bet she s a bonny lassie 
 
theodore purefoy in fishingcap and oilskin jacket he employs a 
mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature 
 
the veiled sibyl stabs herself my hero god she dies 
 
 many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by 
stabbing drowning drinking prussic acid aconite arsenic opening 
their veins refusing food casting themselves under steamrollers from 
the top of nelson s pillar into the great vat of guinness s brewery 
asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads in gasovens hanging 
themselves in stylish garters leaping from windows of different 
storeys 
 
alexander j dowie violently fellowchristians and antibloomites the 
man called bloom is from the roots of hell a disgrace to christian 
men a fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat 
of mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery recalling the 
cities of the plain with a dissolute granddam this vile hypocrite 
bronzed with infamy is the white bull mentioned in the apocalypse 
a worshipper of the scarlet woman intrigue is the very breath of his 
nostrils the stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him 
caliban 
 
the mob lynch him roast him he s as bad as parnell was mr fox 
 
 mother grogan throws her boot at bloom several shopkeepers from upper 
and lower dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value 
hambones condensed milk tins unsaleable cabbage stale bread sheep s 
tails odd pieces of fat 
 
bloom excitedly this is midsummer madness some ghastly joke again 
by heaven i am guiltless as the unsunned snow it was my brother henry 
he is my double he lives in number dolphin s barn slander the 
viper has wrongfully accused me fellowcountrymen sgenl inn ban bata 
coisde gan capall i call on my old friend dr malachi mulligan sex 
specialist to give medical testimony on my behalf 
 
dr mulligan in motor jerkin green motorgoggles on his brow dr 
bloom is bisexually abnormal he has recently escaped from dr eustace s 
private asylum for demented gentlemen born out of bedlock hereditary 
epilepsy is present the consequence of unbridled lust traces of 
elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants there are 
marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism ambidexterity is also 
latent he is prematurely bald from selfabuse perversely idealistic in 
consequence a reformed rake and has metal teeth in consequence of a 
family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and i believe him 
to be more sinned against than sinning i have made a pervaginal 
examination and after application of the acid test to anal 
axillary pectoral and pubic hairs i declare him to be virgo intacta 
 
 bloom holds his high grade hat over his genital organs 
 
dr madden hypsospadia is also marked in the interest of coming 
generations i suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in 
spirits of wine in the national teratological museum 
 
dr crotthers i have examined the patient s urine it is albuminoid 
salivation is insufficient the patellar reflex intermittent 
 
dr punch costello the fetor judaicus is most perceptible 
 
dr dixon reads a bill of health professor bloom is a finished 
example of the new womanly man his moral nature is simple and lovable 
many have found him a dear man a dear person he is a rather quaint 
fellow on the whole coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense 
he has written a really beautiful letter a poem in itself to the court 
missionary of the reformed priests protection society which clears up 
everything he is practically a total abstainer and i can affirm that 
he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most spartan food cold dried 
grocer s peas he wears a hairshirt of pure irish manufacture winter and 
summer and scourges himself every saturday he was i understand at one 
time a firstclass misdemeanant in glencree reformatory another report 
states that he was a very posthumous child i appeal for clemency in the 
name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon 
to speak he is about to have a baby 
 
 general commotion and compassion women faint a wealthy american 
makes a street collection for bloom gold and silver coins blank 
cheques banknotes jewels treasury bonds maturing bills of exchange 
i o u s wedding rings watchchains lockets necklaces and bracelets 
are rapidly collected 
 
bloom o i so want to be a mother 
 
mrs thornton in nursetender s gown embrace me tight dear you ll 
be soon over it tight dear 
 
 bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white 
children they appear on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive 
plants all the octuplets are handsome with valuable metallic faces 
wellmade respectably dressed and wellconducted speaking five modern 
languages fluently and interested in various arts and sciences each 
has his name printed in legible letters on his shirtfront nasodoro 
goldfinger chrysostomos maindoree silversmile silberselber 
vifargent panargyros they are immediately appointed to positions of 
high public trust in several different countries as managing directors 
of banks traffic managers of railways chairmen of limited liability 
companies vicechairmen of hotel syndicates 
 
a voice bloom are you the messiah ben joseph or ben david 
 
bloom darkly you have said it 
 
brother buzz then perform a miracle like father charles 
 
bantam lyons prophesy who will win the saint leger 
 
 bloom walks on a net covers his left eye with his left ear passes 
through several walls climbs nelson s pillar hangs from the top ledge 
by his eyelids eats twelve dozen oysters shells included heals 
several sufferers from king s evil contracts his face so as to resemble 
many historical personages lord beaconsfield lord byron wat tyler 
moses of egypt moses maimonides moses mendelssohn henry irving rip 
van winkle kossuth jean jacques rousseau baron leopold rothschild 
robinson crusoe sherlock holmes pasteur turns each foot 
simultaneously in different directions bids the tide turn back 
eclipses the sun by extending his little finger 
 
brini papal nuncio in papal zouave s uniform steel cuirasses as 
breastplate armplates thighplates legplates large profane moustaches 
and brown paper mitre leopoldi autem generatio moses begat noah 
and noah begat eunuch and eunuch begat o halloran and o halloran begat 
guggenheim and guggenheim begat agendath and agendath begat netaim and 
netaim begat le hirsch and le hirsch begat jesurum and jesurum begat 
mackay and mackay begat ostrolopsky and ostrolopsky begat smerdoz 
and smerdoz begat weiss and weiss begat schwarz and schwarz begat 
adrianopoli and adrianopoli begat aranjuez and aranjuez begat lewy 
lawson and lewy lawson begat ichabudonosor and ichabudonosor begat 
o donnell magnus and o donnell magnus begat christbaum and christbaum 
begat ben maimun and ben maimun begat dusty rhodes and dusty rhodes 
begat benamor and benamor begat jones smith and jones smith begat 
savorgnanovich and savorgnanovich begat jasperstone and jasperstone 
begat vingtetunieme and vingtetunieme begat szombathely and szombathely 
begat virag and virag begat bloom et vocabitur nomen eius emmanuel 
 
a deadhand writes on the wall bloom is a cod 
 
crab in bushranger s kit what did you do in the cattlecreep behind 
kilbarrack 
 
a female infant shakes a rattle and under ballybough bridge 
 
a hollybush and in the devil s glen 
 
bloom blushes furiously all over from frons to nates three tears 
filling from his left eye spare my past 
 
the irish evicted tenants in bodycoats kneebreeches with donnybrook 
fair shillelaghs sjambok him 
 
 bloom with asses ears seats himself in the pillory with crossed arms 
his feet protruding he whistles don giovanni a cenar teco artane 
orphans joining hands caper round him girls of the prison gate 
mission joining hands caper round in the opposite direction 
 
the artane orphans 
 
 you hig you hog you dirty dog 
 you think the ladies love you 
 the prison gate girls 
 
 
 if you see kay 
 tell him he may 
 see you in tea 
 tell him from me 
 
hornblower in ephod and huntingcap announces and he shall carry 
the sins of the people to azazel the spirit which is in the wilderness 
and to lilith the nighthag and they shall stone him and defile him 
yea all from agendath netaim and from mizraim the land of ham 
 
 all the people cast soft pantomime stones at bloom many bonafide 
travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and defile him mastiansky 
and citron approach in gaberdines wearing long earlocks they wag their 
beards at bloom 
 
mastiansky and citron belial laemlein of istria the false messiah 
abulafia recant 
 
 george r mesias bloom s tailor appears a tailor s goose under his 
arm presenting a bill 
 
mesias to alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings 
 
bloom rubs his hands cheerfully just like old times poor bloom 
 
 reuben j dodd blackbearded iscariot bad shepherd bearing on his 
shoulders the drowned corpse of his son approaches the pillory 
 
reuben j whispers hoarsely the squeak is out a split is gone for 
the flatties nip the first rattler 
 
the fire brigade pflaap 
 
brother buzz invests bloom in a yellow habit with embroidery of 
painted flames and high pointed hat he places a bag of gunpowder round 
his neck and hands him over to the civil power saying forgive him his 
trespasses 
 
 lieutenant myers of the dublin fire brigade by general request sets 
fire to bloom lamentations 
 
the citizen thank heaven 
 
bloom in a seamless garment marked i h s stands upright amid 
phoenix flames weep not for me o daughters of erin 
 
 he exhibits to dublin reporters traces of burning the daughters of 
erin in black garments with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles 
in their hands kneel down and pray 
 
the daughters of erin 
 
 kidney of bloom pray for us 
 flower of the bath pray for us 
 mentor of menton pray for us 
 canvasser for the freeman pray for us 
 charitable mason pray for us 
 wandering soap pray for us 
 sweets of sin pray for us 
 music without words pray for us 
 reprover of the citizen pray for us 
 friend of all frillies pray for us 
 midwife most merciful pray for us 
 potato preservative against plague and pestilence pray for us 
 
 a choir of six hundred voices conducted by vincent o brien sings 
the chorus from handel s messiah alleluia for the lord god omnipotent 
reigneth accompanied on the organ by joseph glynn bloom becomes mute 
shrunken carbonised 
 
 
zoe talk away till you re black in the face 
 
bloom in caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band dusty brogues an 
emigrant s red handkerchief bundle in his hand leading a black bogoak 
pig by a sugaun with a smile in his eye let me be going now woman of 
the house for by all the goats in connemara i m after having the 
father and mother of a bating with a tear in his eye all insanity 
patriotism sorrow for the dead music future of the race to be or not 
to be life s dream is o er end it peacefully they can live on he 
gazes far away mournfully i am ruined a few pastilles of aconite the 
blinds drawn a letter then lie back to rest he breathes softly no 
more i have lived fare farewell 
 
zoe stiffly her finger in her neckfillet honest till the next 
time she sneers suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or 
came too quick with your best girl o i can read your thoughts 
 
bloom bitterly man and woman love what is it a cork and bottle 
i m sick of it let everything rip 
 
zoe in sudden sulks i hate a rotter that s insincere give a 
bleeding whore a chance 
 
bloom repentantly i am very disagreeable you are a necessary evil 
where are you from london 
 
zoe glibly hog s norton where the pigs plays the organs i m 
yorkshire born she holds his hand which is feeling for her nipple 
i say tommy tittlemouse stop that and begin worse have you cash for a 
short time ten shillings 
 
bloom smiles nods slowly more houri more 
 
zoe and more s mother she pats him offhandedly with velvet paws 
are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola come and i ll 
peel off 
 
bloom feeling his occiput dubiously with the unparalleled 
embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled 
pears somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she knew the greeneyed 
monster earnestly you know how difficult it is i needn t tell you 
 
zoe flattered what the eye can t see the heart can t grieve for 
 she pats him come 
 
bloom laughing witch the hand that rocks the cradle 
 
zoe babby 
 
bloom in babylinen and pelisse bigheaded with a caul of dark hair 
fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles with a 
chubby finger his moist tongue lolling and lisping one two tlee tlee 
tlwo tlone 
 
the buckles love me love me not love me 
 
zoe silent means consent with little parted talons she captures his 
hand her forefinger giving to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor 
luring him to doom hot hands cold gizzard 
 
 he hesitates amid scents music temptations she leads him towards 
the steps drawing him by the odour of her armpits the vice of her 
painted eyes the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the 
lion reek of all the male brutes that have possessed her 
 
the male brutes exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their 
loosebox faintly roaring their drugged heads swaying to and fro 
good 
 
 zoe and bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated 
they examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to 
his hasty bow he trips awkwardly 
 
zoe her lucky hand instantly saving him hoopsa don t fall 
upstairs 
 
bloom the just man falls seven times he stands aside at the 
threshold after you is good manners 
 
zoe ladies first gentlemen after 
 
 she crosses the threshold he hesitates she turns and holding out 
her hands draws him over he hops on the antlered rack of the hall 
hang a man s hat and waterproof bloom uncovers himself but seeing 
them frowns then smiles preoccupied a door on the return landing is 
flung open a man in purple shirt and grey trousers brownsocked passes 
with an ape s gait his bald head and goatee beard upheld hugging a 
full waterjugjar his twotailed black braces dangling at heels averting 
his face quickly bloom bends to examine on the halltable the spaniel 
eyes of a running fox then his lifted head sniffing follows zoe 
into the musicroom a shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the 
chandelier round and round a moth flies colliding escaping the 
floor is covered with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar 
rhomboids footmarks are stamped over it in all senses heel to heel 
heel to hollow toe to toe feet locked a morris of shuffling feet 
without body phantoms all in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy the walls 
are tapestried with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades in the grate 
is spread a screen of peacock feathers lynch squats crosslegged on 
the hearthrug of matted hair his cap back to the front with a wand he 
beats time slowly kitty ricketts a bony pallid whore in navy costume 
doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet a chain purse in 
her hand sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and 
glancing at herself in the gilt mirror over the mantelpiece a tag 
of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket lynch indicates 
mockingly the couple at the piano 
 
kitty coughs behind her hand she s a bit imbecillic she signs 
with a waggling forefinger blemblem lynch lifts up her skirt and 
white petticoat with his wand she settles them down quickly respect 
yourself she hiccups then bends quickly her sailor hat under which 
her hair glows red with henna o excuse 
 
zoe more limelight charley she goes to the chandelier and turns the 
gas full cock 
 
kitty peers at the gasjet what ails it tonight 
 
lynch deeply enter a ghost and hobgoblins 
 
zoe clap on the back for zoe 
 
 the wand in lynch s hand flashes a brass poker stephen stands at 
the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant with two fingers he 
repeats once more the series of empty fifths florry talbot a blond 
feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry 
lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner her limp forearm pendent over the 
bolster listening a heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid 
 
kitty hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot o excuse 
 
zoe promptly your boy s thinking of you tie a knot on your shift 
 
 kitty ricketts bends her head her boa uncoils slides glides over 
her shoulder back arm chair to the ground lynch lifts the curled 
caterpillar on his wand she snakes her neck nestling stephen glances 
behind at the squatted figure with its cap back to the front 
 
stephen as a matter of fact it is of no importance whether benedetto 
marcello found it or made it the rite is the poet s rest it may be an 
old hymn to demeter or also illustrate coela enarrant gloriam domini 
it is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and 
mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round david s 
that is circe s or what am i saying ceres altar and david s tip 
from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightness of his 
almightiness mais nom de nom that is another pair of trousers 
 jetez la gourme faut que jeunesse se passe he stops points at 
lynch s cap smiles laughs which side is your knowledge bump 
 
the cap with saturnine spleen bah it is because it is woman s 
reason jewgreek is greekjew extremes meet death is the highest form 
of life bah 
 
stephen you remember fairly accurately all my errors boasts mistakes 
how long shall i continue to close my eyes to disloyalty whetstone 
 
the cap bah 
 
stephen here s another for you he frowns the reason is because 
the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible 
interval which 
 
the cap which finish you can t 
 
stephen with an effort interval which is the greatest possible 
ellipse consistent with the ultimate return the octave which 
 
the cap which 
 
 outside the gramophone begins to blare the holy city 
 
stephen abruptly what went forth to the ends of the world to 
traverse not itself god the sun shakespeare a commercial traveller 
having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self wait a 
moment wait a second damn that fellow s noise in the street self 
which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become ecco 
 
lynch with a mocking whinny of laughter grins at bloom and zoe 
higgins what a learned speech eh 
 
zoe briskly god help your head he knows more than you have 
forgotten 
 
 with obese stupidity florry talbot regards stephen 
 
florry they say the last day is coming this summer 
 
kitty no 
 
zoe explodes in laughter great unjust god 
 
florry offended well it was in the papers about antichrist o my 
foot s tickling 
 
 ragged barefoot newsboys jogging a wagtail kite patter past 
yelling 
 
the newsboys stop press edition result of the rockinghorse races sea 
serpent in the royal canal safe arrival of antichrist 
 
 stephen turns and sees bloom 
 
stephen a time times and half a time 
 
 reuben i antichrist wandering jew a clutching hand open on his 
spine stumps forward across his loins is slung a pilgrim s wallet from 
which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills aloft over his 
shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden 
huddled mass of his only son saved from liffey waters hangs from 
the slack of its breeches a hobgoblin in the image of punch costello 
hipshot crookbacked hydrocephalic prognathic with receding forehead 
and ally sloper nose tumbles in somersaults through the gathering 
darkness 
 
all what 
 
the hobgoblin his jaws chattering capers to and fro goggling his 
eyes squeaking kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms then 
all at once thrusts his lipless face through the fork of his thighs il 
vient c est moi l homme qui rit l homme primigene he whirls round 
and round with dervish howls sieurs et dames faites vos jeux he 
crouches juggling tiny roulette planets fly from his hands les jeux 
sont faits the planets rush together uttering crepitant cracks rien 
va plus the planets buoyant balloons sail swollen up and away he 
springs off into vacuum 
 
florry sinking into torpor crossing herself secretly the end of 
the world 
 
 a female tepid effluvium leaks out from her nebulous obscurity 
occupies space through the drifting fog without the gramophone blares 
over coughs and feetshuffling 
 
the gramophone jerusalem 
 
open your gates and sing 
 
hosanna 
 
 a rocket rushes up the sky and bursts a white star fills from it 
proclaiming the consummation of all things and second coming of elijah 
along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the end 
of the world a twoheaded octopus in gillie s kilts busby and tartan 
filibegs whirls through the murk head over heels in the form of the 
three legs of man 
 
the end of the world with a scotch accent wha ll dance the keel 
row the keel row the keel row 
 
 over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs elijah s voice harsh 
as a corncrake s jars on high perspiring in a loose lawn surplice with 
funnel sleeves he is seen vergerfaced above a rostrum about which the 
banner of old glory is draped he thumps the parapet 
 
elijah no yapping if you please in this booth jake crane creole 
sue dove campbell abe kirschner do your coughing with your mouths 
shut say i am operating all this trunk line boys do it now god s 
time is tell mother you ll be there rush your order and you play 
a slick ace join on right here book through to eternity junction the 
nonstop run just one word more are you a god or a doggone clod if the 
second advent came to coney island are we ready florry christ stephen 
christ zoe christ bloom christ kitty christ lynch christ it s up to 
you to sense that cosmic force have we cold feet about the cosmos 
no be on the side of the angels be a prism you have that something 
within the higher self you can rub shoulders with a jesus a gautama 
an ingersoll are you all in this vibration i say you are you once 
nobble that congregation and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back 
number you got me it s a lifebrightener sure the hottest stuff ever 
was it s the whole pie with jam in it s just the cutest snappiest line 
out it is immense supersumptuous it restores it vibrates i know 
and i am some vibrator joking apart and getting down to bedrock a 
j christ dowie and the harmonial philosophy have you got that o k 
seventyseven west sixtyninth street got me that s it you call me up 
by sunphone any old time bumboosers save your stamps he shouts 
now then our glory song all join heartily in the singing encore he 
sings jeru 
 
the gramophone drowning his voice whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh 
 the disc rasps gratingly against the needle 
 
the three whores covering their ears squawk ahhkkk 
 
elijah in rolledup shirtsleeves black in the face shouts at the top 
of his voice his arms uplifted big brother up there mr president 
you hear what i done just been saying to you certainly i sort of 
believe strong in you mr president i certainly am thinking now miss 
higgins and miss ricketts got religion way inside them certainly seems 
to me i don t never see no wusser scared female than the way you been 
miss florry just now as i done seed you mr president you come long 
and help me save our sisters dear he winks at his audience our mr 
president he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing 
 
kitty kate i forgot myself in a weak moment i erred and did what i did 
on constitution hill i was confirmed by the bishop and enrolled in 
the brown scapular my mother s sister married a montmorency it was a 
working plumber was my ruination when i was pure 
 
zoe fanny i let him larrup it into me for the fun of it 
 
florry teresa it was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of 
hennessy s three star i was guilty with whelan when he slipped into the 
bed 
 
stephen in the beginning was the word in the end the world without 
end blessed be the eight beatitudes 
 
 the beatitudes dixon madden crotthers costello lenehan bannon 
mulligan and lynch in white surgical students gowns four abreast 
goosestepping tramp fist past in noisy marching 
 
the beatitudes incoherently beer beef battledog buybull businum 
barnum buggerum bishop 
 
lyster in quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat says 
discreetly he is our friend i need not mention names seek thou the 
light 
 
 he corantos by best enters in hairdresser s attire shinily 
laundered his locks in curlpapers he leads john eglinton who wears a 
mandarin s kimono of nankeen yellow lizardlettered and a high pagoda 
hat 
 
best smiling lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown 
of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot i was 
just beautifying him don t you know a thing of beauty don t you know 
yeats says or i mean keats says 
 
john eglinton produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it 
towards a corner with carping accent esthetics and cosmetics are for 
the boudoir i am out for truth plain truth for a plain man tanderagee 
wants the facts and means to get them 
 
 in the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle ollave 
holyeyed the bearded figure of mananaun maclir broods chin on knees 
he rises slowly a cold seawind blows from his druid mouth about his 
head writhe eels and elvers he is encrusted with weeds and shells his 
right hand holds a bicycle pump his left hand grasps a huge crayfish by 
its two talons 
 
mananaun maclir with a voice of waves aum hek wal ak lub mor 
ma white yoghin of the gods occult pimander of hermes trismegistos 
 with a voice of whistling seawind punarjanam patsypunjaub i won t 
have my leg pulled it has been said by one beware the left the cult 
of shakti with a cry of stormbirds shakti shiva darkhidden father 
 he smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand on its 
cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac he wails with 
the vehemence of the ocean aum baum pyjaum i am the light of the 
homestead i am the dreamery creamery butter 
 
 a skeleton judashand strangles the light the green light wanes to 
mauve the gasjet wails whistling 
 
the gasjet pooah pfuiiiiiii 
 
 zoe runs to the chandelier and crooking her leg adjusts the 
mantle 
 
zoe who has a fag as i m here 
 
lynch tossing a cigarette on to the table here 
 
zoe her head perched aside in mock pride is that the way to hand 
the pot to a lady she stretches up to light the cigarette over the 
flame twirling it slowly showing the brown tufts of her armpits lynch 
with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip bare from her garters up 
her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie s green she puffs calmly 
at her cigarette can you see the beautyspot of my behind 
 
lynch i m not looking 
 
zoe makes sheep s eyes no you wouldn t do a less thing would you 
suck a lemon 
 
 squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at bloom 
then twists round towards him pulling her slip free of the poker blue 
fluid again flows over her flesh bloom stands smiling desirously 
twirling his thumbs kitty ricketts licks her middle finger with her 
spittle and gazing in the mirror smooths both eyebrows lipoti virag 
basilicogrammate chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts 
two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts he is sausaged into several 
overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll of 
parchment in his left eye flashes the monocle of cashel boyle o connor 
fitzmaurice tisdall farrell on his head is perched an egyptian pshent 
two quills project over his ears 
 
virag heels together bows my name is virag lipoti of szombathely 
 he coughs thoughtfully drily promiscuous nakedness is much in 
evidence hereabouts eh inadvertently her backview revealed the fact 
that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you 
are a particular devotee the injection mark on the thigh i hope you 
perceived good 
 
bloom granpapachi but 
 
virag number two on the other hand she of the cherry rouge and 
coiffeuse white whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of 
gopherwood is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit i 
should opine backbone in front so to say correct me but i always 
understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of 
lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity in a 
word hippogriff am i right 
 
bloom she is rather lean 
 
virag not unpleasantly absolutely well observed and those pannier 
pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest 
bunchiness of hip a new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull 
has been mulcted meretricious finery to deceive the eye observe the 
attention to details of dustspecks never put on you tomorrow what you 
can wear today parallax with a nervous twitch of his head did you 
hear my brain go snap pollysyllabax 
 
bloom an elbow resting in a hand a forefinger against his cheek 
she seems sad 
 
virag cynically his weasel teeth bared yellow draws down his left 
eye with a finger and barks hoarsely hoax beware of the flapper 
and bogus mournful lily of the alley all possess bachelor s button 
discovered by rualdus columbus tumble her columble her chameleon 
 more genially well then permit me to draw your attention to item 
number three there is plenty of her visible to the naked eye observe 
the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull what ho she 
bumps the ugly duckling of the party longcasted and deep in keel 
 
bloom regretfully when you come out without your gun 
 
virag we can do you all brands mild medium and strong pay your 
money take your choice how happy could you be with either 
 
bloom with 
 
virag his tongue upcurling lyum look her beam is broad she 
is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat obviously mammal in 
weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two 
protuberances of very respectable dimensions inclined to fall in the 
noonday soupplate while on her rere lower down are two additional 
protuberances suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation 
which leave nothing to be desired save compactness such fleshy parts 
are the product of careful nurture when coopfattened their livers 
reach an elephantine size pellets of new bread with fennygreek and 
gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their 
brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber that 
suits your book eh fleshhotpots of egypt to hanker after wallow in 
it lycopodium his throat twitches slapbang there he goes again 
 
bloom the stye i dislike 
 
virag arches his eyebrows contact with a goldring they say 
 argumentum ad feminam as we said in old rome and ancient greece 
in the consulship of diplodocus and ichthyosauros for the rest eve s 
sovereign remedy not for sale hire only huguenot he twitches it 
is a funny sound he coughs encouragingly but possibly it is only a 
wart i presume you shall have remembered what i will have taught you on 
that head wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg 
 
bloom reflecting wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax this 
searching ordeal it has been an unusually fatiguing day a chapter of 
accidents wait i mean wartsblood spreads warts you said 
 
virag severely his nose hardhumped his side eye winking stop 
twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk see you have forgotten 
exercise your mnemotechnic la causa santa tara tara aside he 
will surely remember 
 
bloom rosemary also did i understand you to say or willpower over 
parasitic tissues then nay no i have an inkling the touch of a 
deadhand cures mnemo 
 
virag excitedly i say so i say so e en so technic he taps his 
parchmentroll energetically this book tells you how to act with all 
descriptive particulars consult index for agitated fear of aconite 
melancholy of muriatic priapic pulsatilla virag is going to talk about 
amputation our old friend caustic they must be starved snip off with 
horsehair under the denned neck but to change the venue to the bulgar 
and the basque have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike 
women in male habiliments with a dry snigger you intended to devote 
an entire year to the study of the religious problem and the summer 
months of to square the circle and win that million pomegranate 
from the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step pyjamas let us say 
or stockingette gussetted knickers closed or put we the case 
those complicated combinations camiknickers he crows derisively 
keekeereekee 
 
 bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores then gazes at the veiled 
mauve light hearing the everflying moth 
 
bloom i wanted then to have now concluded nightdress was never hence 
this but tomorrow is a new day will be past was is today what now is 
will then morrow as now was be past yester 
 
virag prompts in a pig s whisper insects of the day spend their 
brief existence in reiterated coition lured by the smell of the 
inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve 
in dorsal region pretty poll his yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally 
they had a proverb in the carpathians in or about the year five thousand 
five hundred and fifty of our era one tablespoonful of honey will 
attract friend bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt 
vinegar bear s buzz bothers bees but of this apart at another time 
we may resume we were very pleased we others he coughs and bending 
his brow rubs his nose thoughtfully with a scooping hand you shall 
find that these night insects follow the light an illusion for remember 
their complex unadjustable eye for all these knotty points see the 
seventeenth book of my fundamentals of sexology or the love passion 
which doctor l b says is the book sensation of the year some to 
example there are again whose movements are automatic perceive that 
is his appropriate sun nightbird nightsun nighttown chase me charley 
 he blows into bloom s ear buzz 
 
bloom bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self 
then me wandered dazed down shirt good job i 
 
virag his face impassive laughs in a rich feminine key splendid 
spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble he gobbles 
gluttonously with turkey wattles bubbly jock bubbly jock where are 
we open sesame cometh forth he unrolls his parchment rapidly and 
reads his glowworm s nose running backwards over the letters which he 
claws stay good friend i bring thee thy answer redbank oysters will 
shortly be upon us i m the best o cook those succulent bivalves may 
help us and the truffles of perigord tubers dislodged through mister 
omnivorous porker were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or 
viragitis though they stink yet they sting he wags his head with 
cackling raillery jocular with my eyeglass in my ocular he 
sneezes amen 
 
bloom absently ocularly woman s bivalve case is worse always open 
sesame the cloven sex why they fear vermin creeping things yet eve 
and the serpent contradicts not a historical fact obvious analogy 
to my idea serpents too are gluttons for woman s milk wind their way 
through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry like 
those bubblyjocular roman matrons one reads of in elephantuliasis 
 
virag his mouth projected in hard wrinkles eyes stonily forlornly 
closed psalms in outlandish monotone that the cows with their those 
distended udders that they have been the the known 
 
bloom i am going to scream i beg your pardon ah so he repeats 
spontaneously to seek out the saurian s lair in order to entrust their 
teats to his avid suction ant milks aphis profoundly instinct 
rules the world in life in death 
 
virag head askew arches his back and hunched wingshoulders peers 
at the moth out of blear bulged eyes points a horning claw and cries 
who s moth moth who s dear gerald dear ger that you o dear he is 
gerald o i much fear he shall be most badly burned will some pleashe 
pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass 
tablenumpkin he mews puss puss puss puss he sighs draws back 
and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw well well he doth 
rest anon he snaps his jaws suddenly on the air 
 
the moth 
 
 i m a tiny tiny thing 
 ever flying in the spring 
 round and round a ringaring 
 long ago i was a king 
 now i do this kind of thing 
 on the wing on the wing 
 bing 
 
 he rushes against the mauve shade flapping noisily pretty pretty 
pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats 
 
 from left upper entrance with two gliding steps henry flower comes 
forward to left front centre he wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed 
sombrero he carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a longstemmed 
bamboo jacob s pipe its clay bowl fashioned as a female head he wears 
dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps he has the romantic saviour s 
face with flowing locks thin beard and moustache his spindlelegs and 
sparrow feet are those of the tenor mario prince of candia he settles 
down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips with a passage of his 
amorous tongue 
 
henry in a low dulcet voice touching the strings of his guitar 
there is a flower that bloometh 
 
 virag truculent his jowl set stares at the lamp grave bloom regards 
zoe s neck henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the piano 
 
stephen to himself play with your eyes shut imitate pa filling my 
belly with husks of swine too much of this i will arise and go to my 
expect this is the steve thou art in a parlous way must visit old 
deasy or telegraph our interview of this morning has left on me a deep 
impression though our ages will write fully tomorrow i m partially 
drunk by the way he touches the keys again minor chord comes now 
yes not much however 
 
 almidano artifoni holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous 
moustachework 
 
artifoni ci rifletta lei rovina tutto 
 
florry sing us something love s old sweet song 
 
stephen no voice i am a most finished artist lynch did i show you 
the letter about the lute 
 
florry smirking the bird that can sing and won t sing 
 
 the siamese twins philip drunk and philip sober two oxford dons with 
lawnmowers appear in the window embrasure both are masked with matthew 
arnold s face 
 
philip sober take a fool s advice all is not well work it out with 
the buttend of a pencil like a good young idiot three pounds twelve 
you got two notes one sovereign two crowns if youth but knew 
mooney s en ville mooney s sur mer the moira larchet s holles street 
hospital burke s eh i am watching you 
 
philip drunk impatiently ah bosh man go to hell i paid my way 
if i could only find out about octaves reduplication of personality 
who was it told me his name his lawnmower begins to purr aha yes 
 zoe mou sas agapo have a notion i was here before when was it not 
atkinson his card i have somewhere mac somebody unmack i have it he 
told me about hold on swinburne was it no 
 
florry and the song 
 
stephen spirit is willing but the flesh is weak 
 
florry are you out of maynooth you re like someone i knew once 
 
stephen out of it now to himself clever 
 
philip drunk and philip sober their lawnmowers purring with a 
rigadoon of grasshalms clever ever out of it out of it by the 
bye have you the book the thing the ashplant yes there it yes 
cleverever outofitnow keep in condition do like us 
 
zoe there was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of 
business with his coat buttoned up you needn t try to hide i says to 
him i know you ve a roman collar 
 
virag perfectly logical from his standpoint fall of man harshly 
his pupils waxing to hell with the pope nothing new under the sun i 
am the virag who disclosed the sex secrets of monks and maidens why 
i left the church of rome read the priest the woman and the 
confessional penrose flipperty jippert he wriggles woman undoing 
with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope offers her allmoist yoni to man s 
lingam short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat 
woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins man loves her yoni 
fiercely with big lingam the stiff one he cries coactus volui 
then giddy woman will run about strong man grapses woman s wrist 
woman squeals bites spucks man now fierce angry strikes woman s fat 
yadgana he chases his tail piffpaff popo he stops sneezes 
pchp he worries his butt prrrrrht 
 
lynch i hope you gave the good father a penance nine glorias for 
shooting a bishop 
 
zoe spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils he couldn t get a 
connection only you know sensation a dry rush 
 
bloom poor man 
 
zoe lightly only for what happened him 
 
bloom how 
 
virag a diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage 
cranes his scraggy neck forward he lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls 
verfluchte goim he had a father forty fathers he never existed pig 
god he had two left feet he was judas iacchia a libyan eunuch the 
pope s bastard he leans out on tortured forepaws elbows bent rigid 
his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute world 
a son of a whore apocalypse 
 
kitty and mary shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from 
jimmy pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn t swallow 
and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we all 
subscribed for the funeral 
 
philip drunk gravely qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position 
philippe 
 
philip sober gaily c tait le sacr pigeon philippe 
 
 kitty unpins her hat and sets it down calmly patting her henna hair 
and a prettier a daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a 
whore s shoulders lynch puts on her hat she whips it off 
 
lynch laughs and to such delights has metchnikoff inoculated 
anthropoid apes 
 
florry nods locomotor ataxy 
 
zoe gaily o my dictionary 
 
lynch three wise virgins 
 
virag agueshaken profuse yellow spawn foaming over his bony 
epileptic lips she sold lovephiltres whitewax orangeflower panther 
the roman centurion polluted her with his genitories he sticks out 
a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue his hand on his fork 
messiah he burst her tympanum with gibbering baboon s cries he jerks 
his hips in the cynical spasm hik hek hak hok huk kok kuk 
 
 ben jumbo dollard rubicund musclebound hairynostrilled 
hugebearded cabbageeared shaggychested shockmaned fat papped stands 
forth his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of black bathing 
bagslops 
 
ben dollard nakkering castanet bones in his huge padded paws yodels 
jovially in base barreltone when love absorbs my ardent soul 
 
 the virgins nurse callan and nurse quigley burst through the 
ringkeepers and the ropes and mob him with open arms 
 
the virgins gushingly big ben ben my chree 
 
a voice hold that fellow with the bad breeches 
 
ben dollard smites his thigh in abundant laughter hold him now 
 
henry caressing on his breast a severed female head murmurs thine 
heart mine love he plucks his lutestrings when first i saw 
 
virag sloughing his skins his multitudinous plumage moulting rats 
 he yawns showing a coalblack throat and closes his jaws by an upward 
push of his parchmentroll after having said which i took my departure 
farewell fare thee well dreck 
 
 henry flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a pocketcomb 
and gives a cow s lick to his hair steered by his rapier he glides to 
the door his wild harp slung behind him virag reaches the door in two 
ungainly stilthops his tail cocked and deftly claps sideways on the 
wall a pusyellow flybill butting it with his head 
 
the flybill k ii post no bills strictly confidential dr hy franks 
 
henry all is lost now 
 
 virag unscrews his head in a trice and holds it under his arm 
 
virag s head quack 
 
 exeunt severally 
 
stephen over his shoulder to zoe you would have preferred 
the fighting parson who founded the protestant error but beware 
antisthenes the dog sage and the last end of arius heresiarchus the 
agony in the closet 
 
lynch all one and the same god to her 
 
stephen devoutly and sovereign lord of all things 
 
florry to stephen i m sure you re a spoiled priest or a monk 
 
lynch he is a cardinal s son 
 
stephen cardinal sin monks of the screw 
 
 his eminence simon stephen cardinal dedalus primate of all ireland 
appears in the doorway dressed in red soutane sandals and socks seven 
dwarf simian acolytes also in red cardinal sins uphold his train 
peeping under it he wears a battered silk hat sideways on his head his 
thumbs are stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread round his 
neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew cross 
releasing his thumbs he invokes grace from on high with large wave 
gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp 
 
the cardinal 
 
 conservio lies captured 
 he lies in the lowest dungeon 
 with manacles and chains around his limbs 
 weighing upwards of three tons 
 
 he looks at all for a moment his right eye closed tight his left 
cheek puffed out then unable to repress his merriment he rocks to and 
fro arms akimbo and sings with broad rollicking humour 
 
 o the poor little fellow 
 hihihihihis legs they were yellow 
 he was plump fat and heavy and brisk as a snake 
 but some bloody savage 
 to graize his white cabbage 
 he murdered nell flaherty s duckloving drake 
 
 a multitude of midges swarms white over his robe he scratches himself 
with crossed arms at his ribs grimacing and exclaims 
 
i m suffering the agony of the damned by the hoky fiddle thanks be to 
jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous if they were they d 
walk me off the face of the bloody globe 
 
 his head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers 
imparts the easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically swaying 
his hat from side to side shrinking quickly to the size of his 
trainbearers the dwarf acolytes giggling peeping nudging ogling 
easterkissing zigzag behind him his voice is heard mellow from afar 
merciful male melodious 
 
 shall carry my heart to thee 
 shall carry my heart to thee 
 and the breath of the balmy night 
 shall carry my heart to thee 
 the trick doorhandle turns 
 
 
the doorhandle theeee 
 
zoe the devil is in that door 
 
 a male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking 
the waterproof and hat from the rack bloom starts forward involuntarily 
and half closing the door as he passes takes the chocolate from his 
pocket and offers it nervously to zoe 
 
zoe sniffs his hair briskly hmmm thank your mother for the 
rabbits i m very fond of what i like 
 
bloom hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep 
pricks his ears if it were he after or because not or the double 
event 
 
zoe tears open the silverfoil fingers was made before forks she 
breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece to kitty ricketts and then 
turns kittenishly to lynch no objection to french lozenges he nods 
she taunts him have it now or wait till you get it he opens his 
mouth his head cocked she whirls the prize in left circle his head 
follows she whirls it back in right circle he eyes her catch 
 
 she tosses a piece with an adroit snap he catches it and bites it 
through with a crack 
 
kitty chewing the engineer i was with at the bazaar does have 
lovely ones full of the best liqueurs and the viceroy was there with 
his lady the gas we had on the toft s hobbyhorses i m giddy still 
 
bloom in svengali s fur overcoat with folded arms and napoleonic 
forelock frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance 
towards the door then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift 
pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master drawing 
his right arm downwards from his left shoulder go go go i conjure 
you whoever you are 
 
 a male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside 
bloom s features relax he places a hand in his waistcoat posing 
calmly zoe offers him chocolate 
 
bloom solemnly thanks 
 
zoe do as you re bid here 
 
 a firm heelclacking tread is heard on the stairs 
 
bloom takes the chocolate aphrodisiac tansy and pennyroyal but i 
bought it vanilla calms or mnemo confused light confuses memory red 
influences lupus colours affect women s characters any they have this 
black makes me sad eat and be merry for tomorrow he eats influence 
taste too mauve but it is so long since i seems new aphro that 
priest must come better late than never try truffles at andrews 
 
 the door opens bella cohen a massive whoremistress enters she 
is dressed in a threequarter ivory gown fringed round the hem with 
tasselled selvedge and cools herself flirting a black horn fan like 
minnie hauck in carmen on her left hand are wedding and keeper rings 
her eyes are deeply carboned she has a sprouting moustache her 
olive face is heavy slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted 
nostrils she has large pendant beryl eardrops 
 
bella my word i m all of a mucksweat 
 
 she glances round her at the couples then her eyes rest on bloom with 
hard insistence her large fan winnows wind towards her heated faceneck 
and embonpoint her falcon eyes glitter 
 
the fan flirting quickly then slowly married i see 
 
bloom yes partly i have mislaid 
 
the fan half opening then closing and the missus is master 
petticoat government 
 
bloom looks down with a sheepish grin that is so 
 
the fan folding together rests against her left eardrop have you 
forgotten me 
 
bloom yes yo 
 
the fan folded akimbo against her waist is me her was you dreamed 
before was then she him you us since knew am all them and the same now 
we 
 
 bella approaches gently tapping with the fan 
 
bloom wincing powerful being in my eyes read that slumber which 
women love 
 
the fan tapping we have met you are mine it is fate 
 
bloom cowed exuberant female enormously i desiderate your 
domination i am exhausted abandoned no more young i stand so to 
speak with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before 
the too late box of the general postoffice of human life the door 
and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per 
second according to the law of falling bodies i have felt this instant 
a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle it runs in our family 
poor dear papa a widower was a regular barometer from it he believed 
in animal heat a skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat near the 
end remembering king david and the sunamite he shared his bed with 
athos faithful after death a dog s spittle as you probably he 
winces ah 
 
richie goulding bagweighted passes the door mocking is catch best 
value in dub fit for a prince s liver and kidney 
 
the fan tapping all things end be mine now 
 
bloom undecided all now i should not have parted with my talisman 
rain exposure at dewfall on the searocks a peccadillo at my time of 
life every phenomenon has a natural cause 
 
the fan points downwards slowly you may 
 
bloom looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace we are 
observed 
 
the fan points downwards quickly you must 
 
bloom with desire with reluctance i can make a true black knot 
learned when i served my time and worked the mail order line for 
kellett s experienced hand every knot says a lot let me in courtesy 
i knelt once before today ah 
 
 bella raises her gown slightly and steadying her pose lifts to the 
edge of a chair a plump buskined hoof and a full pastern silksocked 
bloom stifflegged aging bends over her hoof and with gentle fingers 
draws out and in her laces 
 
bloom murmurs lovingly to be a shoefitter in manfield s was my 
love s young dream the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking to lace 
up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined so 
incredibly impossibly small of clyde road ladies even their wax model 
raymonde i visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb 
toe as worn in paris 
 
the hoof smell my hot goathide feel my royal weight 
 
bloom crosslacing too tight 
 
the hoof if you bungle handy andy i ll kick your football for you 
 
bloom not to lace the wrong eyelet as i did the night of the bazaar 
dance bad luck hook in wrong tache of her person you mentioned 
that night she met now 
 
 he knots the lace bella places her foot on the floor bloom raises 
his head her heavy face her eyes strike him in midbrow his eyes grow 
dull darker and pouched his nose thickens 
 
bloom mumbles awaiting your further orders we remain gentlemen 
 
bello with a hard basilisk stare in a baritone voice hound of 
dishonour 
 
bloom infatuated empress 
 
bello his heavy cheekchops sagging adorer of the adulterous rump 
 
bloom plaintively hugeness 
 
bello dungdevourer 
 
bloom with sinews semiflexed magmagnificence 
 
bello down he taps her on the shoulder with his fan incline feet 
forward slide left foot one pace back you will fall you are falling 
on the hands down 
 
bloom her eyes upturned in the sign of admiration closing yaps 
truffles 
 
 with a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all fours grunting 
snuffling rooting at his feet then lies shamming dead with eyes shut 
tight trembling eyelids bowed upon the ground in the attitude of most 
excellent master 
 
bello with bobbed hair purple gills fit moustache rings round his 
shaven mouth in mountaineer s puttees green silverbuttoned coat sport 
skirt and alpine hat with moorcock s feather his hands stuck deep in 
his breeches pockets places his heel on her neck and grinds it in 
footstool feel my entire weight bow bondslave before the throne of 
your despot s glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness 
 
bloom enthralled bleats i promise never to disobey 
 
bello laughs loudly holy smoke you little know what s in store for 
you i m the tartar to settle your little lot and break you in i ll bet 
kentucky cocktails all round i shame it out of you old son cheek me 
i dare you if you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be 
inflicted in gym costume 
 
 bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe 
 
zoe widening her slip to screen her she s not here 
 
bloom closing her eyes she s not here 
 
florry hiding her with her gown she didn t mean it mr bello 
she ll be good sir 
 
kitty don t be too hard on her mr bello sure you won t ma amsir 
 
bello coaxingly come ducky dear i want a word with you darling 
just to administer correction just a little heart to heart talk 
sweety bloom puts out her timid head there s a good girly now 
 bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward i only want 
to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot how s that tender 
behind o ever so gently pet begin to get ready 
 
bloom fainting don t tear my 
 
bello savagely the nosering the pliers the bastinado the hanging 
hook the knout i ll make you kiss while the flutes play like the nubian 
slave of old you re in for it this time i ll make you remember me for 
the balance of your natural life his forehead veins swollen his face 
congested i shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after 
my thumping good breakfast of matterson s fat hamrashers and a bottle 
of guinness s porter he belches and suck my thumping good stock 
exchange cigar while i read the licensed victualler s gazette very 
possibly i shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and 
enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the baking tin basted 
and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce it will 
hurt you he twists her arm bloom squeals turning turtle 
 
bloom don t be cruel nurse don t 
 
bello twisting another 
 
bloom screams o it s hell itself every nerve in my body aches 
like mad 
 
bello shouts good by the rumping jumping general that s the best 
bit of news i heard these six weeks here don t keep me waiting damn 
you he slaps her face 
 
bloom whimpers you re after hitting me i ll tell 
 
bello hold him down girls till i squat on him 
 
zoe yes walk on him i will 
 
florry i will don t be greedy 
 
kitty no me lend him to me 
 
 the brothel cook mrs keogh wrinkled greybearded in a greasy bib 
men s grey and green socks and brogues floursmeared a rollingpin stuck 
with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand appears at the door 
 
mrs keogh ferociously can i help they hold and pinion bloom 
 
bello squats with a grunt on bloom s upturned face puffing 
cigarsmoke nursing a fat leg i see keating clay is elected 
vicechairman of the richmond asylum and by the by guinness s preference 
shares are at sixteen three quaffers curse me for a fool that didn t 
buy that lot craig and gardner told me about just my infernal luck 
curse it and that goddamned outsider throwaway at twenty to one 
 he quenches his cigar angrily on bloom s ear where s that goddamned 
cursed ashtray 
 
bloom goaded buttocksmothered o o monsters cruel one 
 
bello ask for that every ten minutes beg pray for it as you never 
prayed before he thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar here 
kiss that both kiss he throws a leg astride and pressing with 
horseman s knees calls in a hard voice gee up a cockhorse to banbury 
cross i ll ride him for the eclipse stakes he bends sideways and 
squeezes his mount s testicles roughly shouting ho off we pop i ll 
nurse you in proper fashion he horserides cockhorse leaping in the 
saddle the lady goes a pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot a trot 
and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop 
 
florry pulls at bello let me on him now you had enough i asked 
before you 
 
zoe pulling at florry me me are you not finished with him yet 
suckeress 
 
bloom stifling can t 
 
bello well i m not wait he holds in his breath curse it here 
this bung s about burst he uncorks himself behind then contorting 
his features farts loudly take that he recorks himself yes by 
jingo sixteen three quarters 
 
bloom a sweat breaking out over him not man he sniffs woman 
 
bello stands up no more blow hot and cold what you longed for has 
come to pass henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest a thing 
under the yoke now for your punishment frock you will shed your male 
garments you understand ruby cohen and don the shot silk luxuriously 
rustling over head and shoulders and quickly too 
 
bloom shrinks silk mistress said o crinkly scrapy must i 
tiptouch it with my nails 
 
bello points to his whores as they are now so will you be wigged 
singed perfumesprayed ricepowdered with smoothshaven armpits tape 
measurements will be taken next your skin you will be laced with cruel 
force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to 
the diamondtrimmed pelvis the absolute outside edge while your figure 
plumper than when at large will be restrained in nettight frocks 
pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped of course 
with my houseflag creations of lovely lingerie for alice and nice 
scent for alice alice will feel the pullpull martha and mary will be 
a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly 
flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you 
 
bloom a charming soubrette with dauby cheeks mustard hair and large 
male hands and nose leering mouth i tried her things on only twice 
a small prank in holles street when we were hard up i washed them to 
save the laundry bill my own shirts i turned it was the purest thrift 
 
bello jeers little jobs that make mother pleased eh and showed 
off coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds 
your unskirted thighs and hegoat s udders in various poses of surrender 
eh ho ho i have to laugh that secondhand black operatop shift and 
short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that 
mrs miriam dandrade sold you from the shelbourne hotel eh 
 
bloom miriam black demimondaine 
 
bello guffaws christ almighty it s too tickling this you were 
a nicelooking miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and 
lay swooning in the thing across the bed as mrs dandrade about to be 
violated by lieutenant smythe smythe mr philip augustus blockwell m 
p signor laci daremo the robust tenor blueeyed bert the liftboy 
henri fleury of gordon bennett fame sheridan the quadroon croesus the 
varsity wetbob eight from old trinity ponto her splendid newfoundland 
and bobs dowager duchess of manorhamilton he guffaws again christ 
wouldn t it make a siamese cat laugh 
 
bloom her hands and features working it was gerald converted me to 
be a true corsetlover when i was female impersonator in the high school 
play vice versa it was dear gerald he got that kink fascinated by 
sister s stays now dearest gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his 
eyelids cult of the beautiful 
 
bello with wicked glee beautiful give us a breather when you 
took your seat with womanish care lifting your billowy flounces on the 
smoothworn throne 
 
bloom science to compare the various joys we each enjoy earnestly 
and really it s better the position because often i used to wet 
 
bello sternly no insubordination the sawdust is there in the 
corner for you i gave you strict instructions didn t i do it 
standing sir i ll teach you to behave like a jinkleman if i catch a 
trace on your swaddles aha by the ass of the dorans you ll find i m a 
martinet the sins of your past are rising against you many hundreds 
 
the sins of the past in a medley of voices he went through a form 
of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the 
black church unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to miss dunn 
at an address in d olier street while he presented himself indecently to 
the instrument in the callbox by word and deed he frankly encouraged 
a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary 
outhouse attached to empty premises in five public conveniences 
he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all 
strongmembered males and by the offensively smelling vitriol works did 
he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and 
what and how much he could see did he not lie in bed the gross boar 
gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to 
him by a nasty harlot stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order 
 
bello whistles loudly say what was the most revolting piece of 
obscenity in all your career of crime go the whole hog puke it out be 
candid for once 
 
 mute inhuman faces throng forward leering vanishing gibbering 
booloohoom poldy kock bootlaces a penny cassidy s hag blind 
stripling larry rhinoceros the girl the woman the whore the other 
the 
 
bloom don t ask me our mutual faith pleasants street i only thought 
the half of the i swear on my sacred oath 
 
bello peremptorily answer repugnant wretch i insist on knowing 
tell me something to amuse me smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a 
line of poetry quick quick quick where how what time with how 
many i give you just three seconds one two thr 
 
bloom docile gurgles i rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant 
 
bello imperiously o get out you skunk hold your tongue speak 
when you re spoken to 
 
bloom bows master mistress mantamer 
 
 he lifts his arms his bangle bracelets fill 
 
bello satirically by day you will souse and bat our smelling 
underclothes also when we ladies are unwell and swab out our latrines 
with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail won t that be 
nice he places a ruby ring on her finger and there now with this 
ring i thee own say thank you mistress 
 
bloom thank you mistress 
 
bello you will make the beds get my tub ready empty the pisspots in 
the different rooms including old mrs keogh s the cook s a sandy one 
ay and rinse the seven of them well mind or lap it up like champagne 
drink me piping hot hop you will dance attendance or i ll lecture you 
on your misdeeds miss ruby and spank your bare bot right well miss 
with the hairbrush you ll be taught the error of your ways at night 
your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves 
newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips for such 
favours knights of old laid down their lives he chuckles my boys 
will be no end charmed to see you so ladylike the colonel above 
all when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new 
attraction in gilded heels first i ll have a go at you myself a man i 
know on the turf named charles alberta marsh i was in bed with him just 
now and another gentleman out of the hanaper and petty bag office is 
on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock swell the bust 
smile droop shoulders what offers he points for that lot trained 
by owner to fetch and carry basket in mouth he bares his arm and 
plunges it elbowdeep in bloom s vulva there s fine depth for you 
what boys that give you a hardon he shoves his arm in a bidder s 
face here wet the deck and wipe it round 
 
a bidder a florin 
 
 dillon s lacquey rings his handbell 
 
the lacquey barang 
 
a voice one and eightpence too much 
 
charles alberta marsh must be virgin good breath clean 
 
bello gives a rap with his gavel two bar rockbottom figure and 
cheap at the price fourteen hands high touch and examine his points 
handle him this downy skin these soft muscles this tender flesh if 
i had only my gold piercer here and quite easy to milk three newlaid 
gallons a day a pure stockgetter due to lay within the hour his 
sire s milk record was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks 
whoa my jewel beg up whoa he brands his initial c on bloom s 
croup so warranted cohen what advance on two bob gentlemen 
 
a darkvisaged man in disguised accent hoondert punt sterlink 
 
voices subdued for the caliph haroun al raschid 
 
bello gaily right let them all come the scanty daringly short 
skirt riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette is a 
potent weapon and transparent stockings emeraldgartered with the 
long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee appeal to the better 
instincts of the blas man about town learn the smooth mincing walk 
on four inch louis quinze heels the grecian bend with provoking croup 
the thighs fluescent knees modestly kissing bring all your powers of 
fascination to bear on them pander to their gomorrahan vices 
 
bloom bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with 
forefinger in mouth o i know what you re hinting at now 
 
bello what else are you good for an impotent thing like you he 
stoops and peering pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suet folds 
of bloom s haunches up up manx cat what have we here where s your 
curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you cockyolly sing birdy 
sing it s as limp as a boy of six s doing his pooly behind a cart buy 
a bucket or sell your pump loudly can you do a man s job 
 
bloom eccles street 
 
bello sarcastically i wouldn t hurt your feelings for the world but 
there s a man of brawn in possession there the tables are turned my 
gay young fellow he is something like a fullgrown outdoor man well for 
you you muff if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all 
over it he shot his bolt i can tell you foot to foot knee to knee 
belly to belly bubs to breast he s no eunuch a shock of red hair he 
has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush wait for nine months 
my lad holy ginger it s kicking and coughing up and down in her guts 
already that makes you wild don t it touches the spot he spits in 
contempt spittoon 
 
bloom i was indecently treated i inform the police hundred 
pounds unmentionable i 
 
bello would if you could lame duck a downpour we want not your 
drizzle 
 
bloom to drive me mad moll i forgot forgive moll we still 
 
bello ruthlessly no leopold bloom all is changed by woman s will 
since you slept horizontal in sleepy hollow your night of twenty years 
return and see 
 
 old sleepy hollow calls over the wold 
 
sleepy hollow rip van wink rip van winkle 
 
bloom in tattered mocassins with a rusty fowlingpiece tiptoeing 
fingertipping his haggard bony bearded face peering through the diamond 
panes cries out i see her it s she the first night at mat dillon s 
but that dress the green and her hair is dyed gold and he 
 
bello laughs mockingly that s your daughter you owl with a 
mullingar student 
 
 milly bloom fairhaired greenvested slimsandalled her blue scarf 
in the seawind simply swirling breaks from the arms of her lover and 
calls her young eyes wonderwide 
 
milly my it s papli but o papli how old you ve grown 
 
bello changed eh our whatnot our writingtable where we never wrote 
aunt hegarty s armchair our classic reprints of old masters a man and 
his menfriends are living there in clover the cuckoos rest why not 
how many women had you eh following them up dark streets flatfoot 
exciting them by your smothered grunts what you male prostitute 
blameless dames with parcels of groceries turn about sauce for the 
goose my gander o 
 
bloom they i 
 
bello cuttingly their heelmarks will stamp the brusselette carpet 
you bought at wren s auction in their horseplay with moll the romp to 
find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue 
you carried home in the rain for art for art sake they will violate 
the secrets of your bottom drawer pages will be torn from your handbook 
of astronomy to make them pipespills and they will spit in your ten 
shilling brass fender from hampton leedom s 
 
bloom ten and six the act of low scoundrels let me go i will return 
i will prove 
 
a voice swear 
 
 bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward a bowieknife between his 
teeth 
 
bello as a paying guest or a kept man too late you have made your 
secondbest bed and others must lie in it your epitaph is written you 
are down and out and don t you forget it old bean 
 
bloom justice all ireland versus one has nobody he bites his 
thumb 
 
bello die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency 
or grace about you i can give you a rare old wine that ll send you 
skipping to hell and back sign a will and leave us any coin you have 
if you have none see you damn well get it steal it rob it we ll bury 
you in our shrubbery jakes where you ll be dead and dirty with old cuck 
cohen my stepnephew i married the bloody old gouty procurator and 
sodomite with a crick in his neck and my other ten or eleven husbands 
whatever the buggers names were suffocated in the one cesspool he 
explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh we ll manure you mr flower he 
pipes scoffingly byby poldy byby papli 
 
bloom clasps his head my willpower memory i have sinned i have 
suff 
 
 he weeps tearlessly 
 
bello sneers crybabby crocodile tears 
 
 bloom broken closely veiled for the sacrifice sobs his face to 
the earth the passing bell is heard darkshawled figures of the 
circumcised in sackcloth and ashes stand by the wailing wall m 
shulomowitz joseph goldwater moses herzog harris rosenberg m 
moisel j citron minnie watchman p mastiansky the reverend leopold 
abramovitz chazen with swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the 
recreant bloom 
 
the circumcised in dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit 
upon him no flowers shema israel adonai elohenu adonai echad 
 
voices sighing so he s gone ah yes yes indeed bloom never 
heard of him no queer kind of chap there s the widow that so ah 
yes 
 
 from the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends the pall of 
incense smoke screens and disperses out of her oakframe a nymph with 
hair unbound lightly clad in teabrown artcolours descends from her 
grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over bloom 
 
the yews their leaves whispering sister our sister ssh 
 
the nymph softly mortal kindly nay dost not weepest 
 
bloom crawls jellily forward under the boughs streaked by sunlight 
with dignity this position i felt it was expected of me force of 
habit 
 
the nymph mortal you found me in evil company highkickers coster 
picnicmakers pugilists popular generals immoral panto boys in 
fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers la aurora and karini musical 
act the hit of the century i was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt 
of rock oil i was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen stories to 
disturb callow youth ads for transparencies truedup dice and bustpads 
proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured 
gentleman useful hints to the married 
 
bloom lifts a turtle head towards her lap we have met before on 
another star 
 
the nymph sadly rubber goods neverrip brand as supplied to the 
aristocracy corsets for men i cure fits or money refunded unsolicited 
testimonials for professor waldmann s wonderful chest exuber my bust 
developed four inches in three weeks reports mrs gus rublin with photo 
 
bloom you mean photo bits 
 
the nymph i do you bore me away framed me in oak and tinsel set me 
above your marriage couch unseen one summer eve you kissed me in 
four places and with loving pencil you shaded my eyes my bosom and my 
shame 
 
bloom humbly kisses her long hair your classic curves beautiful 
immortal i was glad to look on you to praise you a thing of beauty 
almost to pray 
 
the nymph during dark nights i heard your praise 
 
bloom quickly yes yes you mean that i sleep reveals the worst 
side of everyone children perhaps excepted i know i fell out of bed 
or rather was pushed steel wine is said to cure snoring for the rest 
there is that english invention pamphlet of which i received some days 
ago incorrectly addressed it claims to afford a noiseless inoffensive 
vent he sighs twas ever thus frailty thy name is marriage 
 
the nymph her fingers in her ears and words they are not in my 
dictionary 
 
bloom you understood them 
 
the yews ssh 
 
the nymph covers her face with her hands what have i not seen in 
that chamber what must my eyes look down on 
 
bloom apologetically i know soiled personal linen wrong side up 
with care the quoits are loose from gibraltar by long sea long ago 
 
the nymph bends her head worse worse 
 
bloom reflects precautiously that antiquated commode it wasn t her 
weight she scaled just eleven stone nine she put on nine pounds 
after weaning it was a crack and want of glue eh and that absurd 
orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle 
 
 the sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade 
 
the waterfall 
 
 poulaphouca poulaphouca 
 poulaphouca poulaphouca 
 
the yews mingling their boughs listen whisper she is right our 
sister we grew by poulaphouca waterfall we gave shade on languorous 
summer days 
 
 
john wyse nolan in the background in irish national forester s 
uniform doffs his plumed hat prosper give shade on languorous days 
trees of ireland 
 
the yews murmuring who came to poulaphouca with the high school 
excursion who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade 
 
bloom scared high school of poula mnemo not in full possession of 
faculties concussion run over by tram 
 
the echo sham 
 
bloom pigeonbreasted bottleshouldered padded in nondescript 
juvenile grey and black striped suit too small for him white tennis 
shoes bordered stockings with turnover tops and a red schoolcap with 
badge i was in my teens a growing boy a little then sufficed a 
jolting car the mingling odours of the ladies cloakroom and lavatory 
the throng penned tight on the old royal stairs for they love crushes 
instinct of the herd and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles 
vice even a pricelist of their hosiery and then the heat there were 
sunspots that summer end of school and tipsycake halcyon days 
 
 halcyon days high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and 
shorts master donald turnbull master abraham chatterton master owen 
goldberg master jack meredith master percy apjohn stand in a clearing 
of the trees and shout to master leopold bloom 
 
the halcyon days mackerel live us again hurray they cheer 
 
bloom hobbledehoy warmgloved mammamufflered starred with spent 
snowballs struggles to rise again i feel sixteen what a lark let s 
ring all the bells in montague street he cheers feebly hurray for 
the high school 
 
the echo fool 
 
the yews rustling she is right our sister whisper whispered 
kisses are heard in all the wood faces of hamadryads peep out from 
the boles and among the leaves and break blossoming into bloom who 
profaned our silent shade 
 
the nymph coyly through parting fingers there in the open air 
 
the yews sweeping downward sister yes and on our virgin sward 
 
the waterfall 
 
 poulaphouca poulaphouca 
 phoucaphouca phoucaphouca 
 
the nymph with wide fingers o infamy 
 
bloom i was precocious youth the fauna i sacrificed to the god of 
the forest the flowers that bloom in the spring it was pairing 
time capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon lotty clarke 
flaxenhaired i saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains 
with poor papa s operaglasses the wanton ate grass wildly she rolled 
downhill at rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits 
she climbed their crooked tree and i a saint couldn t resist it the 
demon possessed me besides who saw 
 
 staggering bob a whitepolled calf thrusts a ruminating head with 
humid nostrils through the foliage 
 
staggering bob large teardrops rolling from his prominent eyes 
snivels me me see 
 
bloom simply satisfying a need i with pathos no girl would when 
i went girling too ugly they wouldn t play 
 
 high on ben howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes 
plumpuddered buttytailed dropping currants 
 
the nannygoat bleats megeggaggegg nannannanny 
 
bloom hatless flushed covered with burrs of thistledown and 
gorsespine regularly engaged circumstances alter cases he gazes 
intently downwards on the water thirtytwo head over heels per second 
press nightmare giddy elijah fall from cliff sad end of government 
printer s clerk through silversilent summer air the dummy of bloom 
rolled in a mummy rolls roteatingly from the lion s head cliff into the 
purple waiting waters 
 
the dummymummy bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg 
 
 far out in the bay between bailey and kish lights the erin s king 
 sails sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards 
the land 
 
councillor nannetii alone on deck in dark alpaca yellowkitefaced 
his hand in his waistcoat opening declaims when my country takes her 
place among the nations of the earth then and not till then let my 
epitaph be written i have 
 
bloom done prff 
 
the nymph loftily we immortals as you saw today have not such 
a place and no hair there either we are stonecold and pure we eat 
electric light she arches her body in lascivious crispation placing 
her forefinger in her mouth spoke to me heard from behind how then 
could you 
 
bloom pawing the heather abjectly o i have been a perfect pig 
enemas too i have administered one third of a pint of quassia to which 
add a tablespoonful of rocksalt up the fundament with hamilton long s 
syringe the ladies friend 
 
the nymph in my presence the powderpuff she blushes and makes a 
knee and the rest 
 
bloom dejected yes peccavi i have paid homage on that living 
altar where the back changes name with sudden fervour for why 
should the dainty scented jewelled hand the hand that rules 
 
 figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems 
cooeeing 
 
the voice of kitty in the thicket show us one of them cushions 
 
the voice of florry here 
 
 a grouse wings clumsily through the underwood 
 
the voice of lynch in the thicket whew piping hot 
 
the voice of zoe from the thicket came from a hot place 
 
the voice of virag a birdchief bluestreaked and feathered in war 
panoply with his assegai striding through a crackling canebrake over 
beechmast and acorns hot hot ware sitting bull 
 
bloom it overpowers me the warm impress of her warm form even to sit 
where a woman has sat especially with divaricated thighs as though to 
grant the last favours most especially with previously well uplifted 
white sateen coatpans so womanly full it fills me full 
 
the waterfall 
 
 phillaphulla poulaphouca 
 poulaphouca poulaphouca 
 
the yews ssh sister speak 
 
the nymph eyeless in nun s white habit coif and hugewinged wimple 
softly with remote eyes tranquilla convent sister agatha mount 
carmel the apparitions of knock and lourdes no more desire she 
reclines her head sighing only the ethereal where dreamy creamy gull 
waves o er the waters dull 
 
 bloom half rises his back trouserbutton snaps 
 
the button bip 
 
 two sluts of the coombe dance rainily by shawled yelling flatly 
 
the sluts 
 
 o leopold lost the pin of his drawers 
 he didn t know what to do 
 to keep it up 
 to keep it up 
 
bloom coldly you have broken the spell the last straw if there 
were only ethereal where would you all be postulants and novices shy 
but willing like an ass pissing 
 
the yews their silverfoil of leaves precipitating their skinny arms 
aging and swaying deciduously 
 
the nymph her features hardening gropes in the folds of her habit 
sacrilege to attempt my virtue a large moist stain appears on her 
robe sully my innocence you are not fit to touch the garment of a 
pure woman she clutches again in her robe wait satan you ll sing 
no more lovesongs amen amen amen amen she draws a poniard and 
clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine strikes at his 
loins nekum 
 
bloom starts up seizes her hand hoy nebrakada cat o nine lives 
fair play madam no pruningknife the fox and the grapes is it what 
do you lack with your barbed wire crucifix not thick enough he 
clutches her veil a holy abbot you want or brophy the lame gardener 
or the spoutless statue of the watercarrier or good mother alphonsus 
eh reynard 
 
the nymph with a cry flees from him unveiled her plaster cast 
cracking a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks poli 
 
bloom calls after her as if you didn t get it on the double 
yourselves no jerks and multiple mucosities all over you i tried it 
your strength our weakness what s our studfee what will you pay on 
the nail you fee mendancers on the riviera i read the fleeing nymph 
raises a keen eh i have sixteen years of black slave labour behind 
me and would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow eh fool 
someone else not me he sniffs rut onions stale sulphur grease 
 
 the figure of bella cohen stands before him 
 
bella you ll know me the next time 
 
bloom composed regards her pass e mutton dressed as lamb long 
in the tooth and superfluous hair a raw onion the last thing at night 
would benefit your complexion and take some double chin drill your 
eyes are as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox they have the 
dimensions of your other features that s all i m not a triple screw 
propeller 
 
bella contemptuously you re not game in fact her sowcunt 
barks fbhracht 
 
bloom contemptuously clean your nailless middle finger first your 
bully s cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb take a handful of 
hay and wipe yourself 
 
bella i know you canvasser dead cod 
 
bloom i saw him kipkeeper pox and gleet vendor 
 
bella turns to the piano which of you was playing the dead march 
from saul 
 
zoe me mind your cornflowers she darts to the piano and bangs 
chords on it with crossed arms the cat s ramble through the slag 
 she glances back eh who s making love to my sweeties she darts 
back to the table what s yours is mine and what s mine is my own 
 
 kitty disconcerted coats her teeth with the silver paper bloom 
approaches zoe 
 
bloom gently give me back that potato will you 
 
zoe forfeits a fine thing and a superfine thing 
 
bloom with feeling it is nothing but still a relic of poor mamma 
 
zoe 
 
 give a thing and take it back 
 god ll ask you where is that 
 you ll say you don t know 
 god ll send you down below 
 
bloom there is a memory attached to it i should like to have it 
 
stephen to have or not to have that is the question 
 
zoe here she hauls up a reef of her slip revealing her bare thigh 
and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking those that hides 
knows where to find 
 
bella frowns here this isn t a musical peepshow and don t you 
smash that piano who s paying here 
 
 she goes to the pianola stephen fumbles in his pocket and taking out 
a banknote by its corner hands it to her 
 
stephen with exaggerated politeness this silken purse i made out 
of the sow s ear of the public madam excuse me if you allow me he 
indicates vaguely lynch and bloom we are all in the same sweepstake 
kinch and lynch dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre tat 
 
lynch calls from the hearth dedalus give her your blessing for me 
 
stephen hands bella a coin gold she has it 
 
bella looks at the money then at stephen then at zoe florry and 
kitty do you want three girls it s ten shillings here 
 
stephen delightedly a hundred thousand apologies he fumbles 
again and takes out and hands her two crowns permit brevi manu my 
sight is somewhat troubled 
 
 bella goes to the table to count the money while stephen talks to 
himself in monosyllables zoe bends over the table kitty leans over 
zoe s neck lynch gets up rights his cap and clasping kitty s waist 
adds his head to the group 
 
florry strives heavily to rise ow my foot s asleep she limps 
over to the table bloom approaches 
 
bella zoe kitty lynch bloom chattering and squabbling the 
gentleman ten shillings paying for the three allow me a 
moment this gentleman pays separate who s touching it ow 
 mind who you re pinching are you staying the night or a short 
time who did you re a liar excuse me the gentleman paid 
down like a gentleman drink it s long after eleven 
 
stephen at the pianola making a gesture of abhorrence no bottles 
what eleven a riddle 
 
zoe lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the 
top of her stocking hard earned on the flat of my back 
 
lynch lifting kitty from the table come 
 
kitty wait she clutches the two crowns 
 
florry and me 
 
lynch hoopla he lifts her carries her and bumps her down on the 
sofa 
 
stephen 
 
 the fox crew the cocks flew 
 the bells in heaven 
 were striking eleven 
 tis time for her poor soul 
 to get out of heaven 
 
bloom quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between bella and 
florry so allow me he takes up the poundnote three times ten 
we re square 
 
bella admiringly you re such a slyboots old cocky i could kiss 
you 
 
zoe points him deep as a drawwell lynch bends kitty back over 
the sofa and kisses her bloom goes with the poundnote to stephen 
 
bloom this is yours 
 
stephen how is that les distrait or absentminded beggar he 
fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins an object 
fills that fell 
 
bloom stooping picks up and hands a box of matches this 
 
stephen lucifer thanks 
 
bloom quietly you had better hand over that cash to me to take care 
of why pay more 
 
stephen hands him all his coins be just before you are generous 
 
bloom i will but is it wise he counts one seven eleven and 
five six eleven i don t answer for what you may have lost 
 
stephen why striking eleven proparoxyton moment before the next 
lessing says thirsty fox he laughs loudly burying his grandmother 
probably he killed her 
 
bloom that is one pound six and eleven one pound seven say 
 
stephen doesn t matter a rambling damn 
 
bloom no but 
 
stephen comes to the table cigarette please lynch tosses a 
cigarette from the sofa to the table and so georgina johnson is dead 
and married a cigarette appears on the table stephen looks at it 
wonder parlour magic married hm he strikes a match and proceeds to 
light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy 
 
lynch watching him you would have a better chance of lighting it if 
you held the match nearer 
 
stephen brings the match near his eye lynx eye must get glasses 
broke them yesterday sixteen years ago distance the eye sees all 
flat he draws the match away it goes out brain thinks near 
far ineluctable modality of the visible he frowns mysteriously hm 
sphinx the beast that has twobacks at midnight married 
 
zoe it was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with 
him 
 
florry nods mr lambe from london 
 
stephen lamb of london who takest away the sins of our world 
 
lynch embracing kitty on the sofa chants deeply dona nobis pacem 
 
 the cigarette slips from stephen s fingers bloom picks it up and 
throws it in the grate 
 
bloom don t smoke you ought to eat cursed dog i met to zoe you 
have nothing 
 
zoe is he hungry 
 
stephen extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the 
bloodoath in the dusk of the gods 
 
 hangende hunger 
 fragende frau 
 macht uns alle kaputt 
 
 
zoe tragically hamlet i am thy father s gimlet she takes 
his hand blue eyes beauty i ll read your hand she points to his 
forehead no wit no wrinkles she counts two three mars that s 
courage stephen shakes his head no kid 
 
lynch sheet lightning courage the youth who could not shiver and 
shake to zoe who taught you palmistry 
 
zoe turns ask my ballocks that i haven t got to stephen i see 
it in your face the eye like that she frowns with lowered head 
 
lynch laughing slaps kitty behind twice like that pandybat 
 
 twice loudly a pandybat cracks the coffin of the pianola flies open 
the bald little round jack in the box head of father dolan springs up 
 
father dolan any boy want flogging broke his glasses lazy idle little 
schemer see it in your eye 
 
 mild benign rectorial reproving the head of don john conmee rises 
from the pianola coffin 
 
don john conmee now father dolan now i m sure that stephen is a very 
good little boy 
 
zoe examining stephen s palm woman s hand 
 
stephen murmurs continue lie hold me caress i never could read 
his handwriting except his criminal thumbprint on the haddock 
 
zoe what day were you born 
 
stephen thursday today 
 
zoe thursday s child has far to go she traces lines on his hand 
line of fate influential friends 
 
florry pointing imagination 
 
zoe mount of the moon you ll meet with a she peers at his hands 
abruptly i won t tell you what s not good for you or do you want to 
know 
 
bloom detaches her fingers and offers his palm more harm than good 
here read mine 
 
bella show she turns up bloom s hand i thought so knobby knuckles 
for the women 
 
zoe peering at bloom s palm gridiron travels beyond the sea and 
marry money 
 
bloom wrong 
 
zoe quickly o i see short little finger henpecked husband that 
wrong 
 
 black liz a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle rises 
stretches her wings and clucks 
 
black liz gara klook klook klook 
 
 she sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off 
 
bloom points to his hand that weal there is an accident fell and 
cut it twentytwo years ago i was sixteen 
 
zoe i see says the blind man tell us news 
 
stephen see moves to one great goal i am twentytwo sixteen years ago 
he was twentytwo too sixteen years ago i twentytwo tumbled twentytwo 
years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse he winces hurt my hand 
somewhere must see a dentist money 
 
 zoe whispers to florry they giggle bloom releases his hand and 
writes idly on the table in backhand pencilling slow curves 
 
florry what 
 
 a hackneycar number three hundred and twentyfour with a 
gallantbuttocked mare driven by james barton harmony avenue 
donnybrook trots past blazes boylan and lenehan sprawl swaying on the 
sideseats the ormond boots crouches behind on the axle sadly over the 
crossblind lydia douce and mina kennedy gaze 
 
the boots jogging mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers 
haw haw have you the horn 
 
 bronze by gold they whisper 
 
zoe to florry whisper 
 
 they whisper again 
 
 over the well of the car blazes boylan leans his boater straw set 
sideways a red flower in his mouth lenehan in yachtsman s cap and 
white shoes officiously detaches a long hair from blazes boylan s coat 
shoulder 
 
lenehan ho what do i here behold were you brushing the cobwebs off a 
few quims 
 
boylan seated smiles plucking a turkey 
 
lenehan a good night s work 
 
boylan holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers winks blazes 
kate up to sample or your money back he holds out a forefinger 
smell that 
 
lenehan smells gleefully ah lobster and mayonnaise ah 
 
zoe and florry laugh together ha ha ha ha 
 
boylan jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear 
hello bloom mrs bloom dressed yet 
 
bloom in flunkey s prune plush coat and kneebreeches buff stockings 
and powdered wig i m afraid not sir the last articles 
 
boylan tosses him sixpence here to buy yourself a gin and splash 
 he hangs his hat smartly on a peg of bloom s antlered head show me 
in i have a little private business with your wife you understand 
 
bloom thank you sir yes sir madam tweedy is in her bath sir 
 
marion he ought to feel himself highly honoured she plops splashing 
out of the water raoul darling come and dry me i m in my pelt only 
my new hat and a carriage sponge 
 
boylan a merry twinkle in his eye topping 
 
bella what what is it 
 
 zoe whispers to her 
 
marion let him look the pishogue pimp and scourge himself i ll 
write to a powerful prostitute or bartholomona the bearded woman to 
raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed 
and stamped receipt 
 
boylan clasps himself here i can t hold this little lot much longer 
 he strides off on stiff cavalry legs 
 
bella laughing ho ho ho ho 
 
boylan to bloom over his shoulder you can apply your eye to the 
keyhole and play with yourself while i just go through her a few times 
 
bloom thank you sir i will sir may i bring two men chums to witness 
the deed and take a snapshot he holds out an ointment jar vaseline 
sir orangeflower lukewarm water 
 
kitty from the sofa tell us florry tell us what 
 
 florry whispers to her whispering lovewords murmur liplapping 
loudly poppysmic plopslop 
 
mina kennedy her eyes upturned o it must be like the scent of 
geraniums and lovely peaches o he simply idolises every bit of her 
stuck together covered with kisses 
 
lydia douce her mouth opening yumyum o he s carrying her round 
the room doing it ride a cockhorse you could hear them in paris and 
new york like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream 
 
kitty laughing hee hee hee 
 
boylan s voice sweetly hoarsely in the pit of his stomach ah 
gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht 
 
marion s voice hoarsely sweetly rising to her throat o 
weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck 
 
bloom his eyes wildly dilated clasps himself show hide show 
plough her more shoot 
 
bella zoe florry kitty ho ho ha ha hee hee 
 
lynch points the mirror up to nature he laughs hu hu hu hu hu 
 
 stephen and bloom gaze in the mirror the face of william shakespeare 
beardless appears there rigid in facial paralysis crowned by the 
reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall 
 
shakespeare in dignified ventriloquy tis the loud laugh bespeaks 
the vacant mind to bloom thou thoughtest as how thou wastest 
invisible gaze he crows with a black capon s laugh iagogo how my 
oldfellow chokit his thursdaymornun iagogogo 
 
bloom smiles yellowly at the three whores when will i hear the 
joke 
 
zoe before you re twice married and once a widower 
 
bloom lapses are condoned even the great napoleon when measurements 
were taken next the skin after his death 
 
 mrs dignam widow woman her snubnose and cheeks flushed with 
deathtalk tears and tunney s tawny sherry hurries by in her weeds 
her bonnet awry rouging and powdering her cheeks lips and nose a 
pen chivvying her brood of cygnets beneath her skirt appear her late 
husband s everyday trousers and turnedup boots large eights she holds 
a scottish widows insurance policy and a large marquee umbrella under 
which her brood run with her patsy hopping on one shod foot his collar 
loose a hank of porksteaks dangling freddy whimpering susy with a 
crying cod s mouth alice struggling with the baby she cuffs them on 
her streamers flaunting aloft 
 
freddy ah ma you re dragging me along 
 
susy mamma the beeftea is fizzing over 
 
shakespeare with paralytic rage weda seca whokilla farst 
 
 the face of martin cunningham bearded refeatures shakespeare s 
beardless face the marquee umbrella sways drunkenly the children run 
aside under the umbrella appears mrs cunningham in merry widow hat and 
kimono gown she glides sidling and bowing twirling japanesily 
 
mrs cunningham sings 
 
and they call me the jewel of asia 
 
martin cunningham gazes on her impassive immense most bloody 
awful demirep 
 
stephen et exaltabuntur cornua iusti queens lay with prize bulls 
remember pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first 
confessionbox forget not madam grissel steevens nor the suine scions 
of the house of lambert and noah was drunk with wine and his ark was 
open 
 
bella none of that here come to the wrong shop 
 
lynch let him alone he s back from paris 
 
zoe runs to stephen and links him o go on give us some parleyvoo 
 
 stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he 
stands with shrugged shoulders finny hands outspread a painted smile 
on his face 
 
lynch oommelling on the sofa rmm rmm rmm rrrrrrmmmm 
 
stephen gabbles with marionette jerks thousand places of 
entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves 
and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable 
house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about 
princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries 
extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english 
how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous 
misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show 
with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night 
perfectly shocking terrific of religion s things mockery seen in 
universal world all chic womans which arrive full of modesty then 
disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young 
with dessous troublants he clacks his tongue loudly ho la la 
ce pif qu il a 
 
lynch vive le vampire 
 
the whores bravo parleyvoo 
 
stephen grimacing with head back laughs loudly clapping himself 
great success of laughing angels much prostitutes like and holy 
apostles big damn ruffians demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of 
diamonds very amiable costumed or do you are fond better what belongs 
they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans he points about him with 
grotesque gestures which lynch and the whores reply to caoutchouc 
statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very 
lesbic the kiss five ten times enter gentleman to see in mirror every 
positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act 
awfully bestial butcher s boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on 
the belly pi ce de shakespeare 
 
bella clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa with a shout of 
laughter an omelette on the ho ho ho ho omelette on the 
 
stephen mincingly i love you sir darling speak you englishman 
tongue for double entente cordiale o yes mon loup how much cost 
waterloo watercloset he ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger 
 
bella laughing omelette 
 
the whores laughing encore encore 
 
stephen mark me i dreamt of a watermelon 
 
zoe go abroad and love a foreign lady 
 
lynch across the world for a wife 
 
florry dreams goes by contraries 
 
stephen extends his arms it was here street of harlots in 
serpentine avenue beelzebub showed me her a fubsy widow where s the 
red carpet spread 
 
bloom approaching stephen look 
 
stephen no i flew my foes beneath me and ever shall be world 
without end he cries p ater free 
 
bloom i say look 
 
stephen break my spirit will he o merde alors he cries his 
vulture talons sharpened hola hillyho 
 
 simon dedalus voice hilloes in answer somewhat sleepy but ready 
 
simon that s all right he swoops uncertainly through the air 
wheeling uttering cries of heartening on strong ponderous buzzard 
wings ho boy are you going to win hoop pschatt stable with those 
halfcastes wouldn t let them within the bawl of an ass head up keep 
our flag flying an eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed 
ulster king at arms haihoop he makes the beagle s call giving 
tongue bulbul burblblburblbl hai boy 
 
 the fronds and spaces of the wallpaper file rapidly across country 
a stout fox drawn from covert brush pointed having buried his 
grandmother runs swift for the open brighteyed seeking badger earth 
under the leaves the pack of staghounds follows nose to the ground 
sniffing their quarry beaglebaying burblbrbling to be blooded ward 
union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them hot for a kill from six 
mile point flathouse nine mile stone follow the footpeople with knotty 
sticks hayforks salmongaffs lassos flockmasters with stockwhips 
bearbaiters with tomtoms toreadors with bullswords greynegroes 
waving torches the crowd bawls of dicers crown and anchor players 
thimbleriggers broadsmen crows and touts hoarse bookies in high 
wizard hats clamour deafeningly 
 
the crowd 
 
 card of the races racing card 
 ten to one the field 
 tommy on the clay here tommy on the clay 
 ten to one bar one ten to one bar one 
 try your luck on spinning jenny 
 ten to one bar one 
 sell the monkey boys sell the monkey 
 i ll give ten to one 
 ten to one bar one 
 
 a dark horse riderless bolts like a phantom past the winningpost 
his mane moonfoaming his eyeballs stars the field follows a bunch of 
bucking mounts skeleton horses sceptre maximum the second zinfandel 
the duke of westminster s shotover repulse the duke of beaufort s 
ceylon prix de paris dwarfs ride them rustyarmoured leaping leaping 
in their in their saddles last in a drizzle of rain on a brokenwinded 
isabelle nag cock of the north the favourite honey cap green jacket 
orange sleeves garrett deasy up gripping the reins a hockeystick at 
the ready his nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky 
road 
 
the orange lodges jeering get down and push mister last lap 
you ll be home the night 
 
garrett deasy bolt upright his nailscraped face plastered with 
postagestamps brandishes his hockeystick his blue eyes flashing in the 
prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop 
 
 per vias rectas 
 
 a yoke of buckets leopards all over him and his rearing nag a torrent 
of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots barley onions turnips 
potatoes 
 
the green lodges soft day sir john soft day your honour 
 
 private carr private compton and cissy caffrey pass beneath the 
windows singing in discord 
 
stephen hark our friend noise in the street 
 
zoe holds up her hand stop 
 
private carr private compton and cissy caffrey 
 
yet i ve a sort a yorkshire relish for 
 
zoe that s me she claps her hands dance dance she runs to the 
pianola who has twopence 
 
bloom who ll 
 
lynch handing her coins here 
 
stephen cracking his fingers impatiently quick quick where s my 
augur s rod he runs to the piano and takes his ashplant beating his 
foot in tripudium 
 
zoe turns the drumhandle there 
 
 she drops two pennies in the slot gold pink and violet lights 
start forth the drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz professor 
goodwin in a bowknotted periwig in court dress wearing a stained 
inverness cape bent in two from incredible age totters across the 
room his hands fluttering he sits tinily on the pianostool and lifts 
and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard nodding with damsel s 
grace his bowknot bobbing 
 
zoe twirls round herself heeltapping dance anybody here for 
there who ll dance clear the table 
 
 the pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of 
my girl s a yorkshire girl stephen throws his ashplant on the table 
and seizes zoe round the waist florry and bella push the table towards 
the fireplace stephen arming zoe with exaggerated grace begins to 
waltz her round the room bloom stands aside her sleeve filling from 
gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination between the 
curtains professor maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins 
a silk hat with a deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and 
jauntyhatted skates in he wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk 
lapels a gorget of cream tulle a green lowcut waistcoat stock collar 
with white kerchief tight lavender trousers patent pumps and canary 
gloves in his buttonhole is an immense dahlia he twirls in reversed 
directions a clouded cane then wedges it tight in his oxter he places 
a hand lightly on his breastbone bows and fondles his flower and 
buttons 
 
maginni the poetry of motion art of calisthenics no connection 
with madam legget byrne s or levenston s fancy dress balls arranged 
deportment the katty lanner step so watch me my terpsichorean 
abilities he minuets forward three paces on tripping bee s feet tout 
le monde en avant r v rence tout le monde en place 
 
 the prelude ceases professor goodwin beating vague arms shrivels 
sinks his live cape filling about the stool the air in firmer waltz 
time sounds stephen and zoe circle freely the lights change glow 
fide gold rosy violet 
 
the pianola 
 
two young fellows were talking about their girls girls girls 
sweethearts they d left behind 
 
 from a corner the morning hours run out goldhaired slimsandalled 
in girlish blue waspwaisted with innocent hands nimbly they dance 
twirling their skipping ropes the hours of noon follow in amber gold 
laughing linked high haircombs flashing they catch the sun in mocking 
mirrors lifting their arms 
 
maginni clipclaps glovesilent hands carr avant deux breathe 
evenly balance 
 
 the morning and noon hours waltz in their places turning advancing 
to each other shaping their curves bowing visavis cavaliers behind 
them arch and suspend their arms with hands descending to touching 
rising from their shoulders 
 
hours you may touch my 
 
cavaliers may i touch your 
 
hours o but lightly 
 
cavaliers o so lightly 
 
the pianola 
 
my little shy little lass has a waist 
 
 zoe and stephen turn boldly with looser swing the twilight hours 
advance from long landshadows dispersed lagging languideyed their 
cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom they are in grey 
gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze 
 
maginni avant huit travers salut cours de mains crois 
 
 the night hours one by one steal to the last place morning noon 
and twilight hours retreat before them they are masked with daggered 
hair and bracelets of dull bells weary they curchycurchy under veils 
 
the bracelets heigho heigho 
 
zoe twirling her hand to her brow o 
 
maginni les tiroirs cha ne de dames la corbeille dos dos 
 
 arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor weaving 
unweaving curtseying twirling simply swirling 
 
zoe i m giddy 
 
 she frees herself droops on a chair stephen seizes florry and turns 
with her 
 
maginni boulang re les ronds les ponts chevaux de bois escargots 
 
 twining receding with interchanging hands the night hours link each 
each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements stephen and florry turn 
cumbrously 
 
maginni dansez avec vos dames changez de dames donnez le petit 
bouquet votre dame remerciez 
 
the pianola 
 
 best best of all 
 baraabum 
 
kitty jumps up o they played that on the hobbyhorses at the mirus 
bazaar 
 
 she runs to stephen he leaves florry brusquely and seizes kitty 
a screaming bittern s harsh high whistle shrieks groangrousegurgling 
toft s cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the 
room 
 
the pianola 
 
 my girl s a yorkshire girl 
 
zoe 
 
yorkshire through and through 
 
come on all 
 
 she seizes florry and waltzes her 
 
stephen pas seul 
 
 he wheels kitty into lynch s arms snatches up his ashplant from 
the table and takes the floor all wheel whirl waltz twirl bloombella 
kittylynch florryzoe jujuby women stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits 
in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under 
thigh with clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow 
flashes toft s cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded 
snakes dangled bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall 
again 
 
the pianola 
 
 though she s a factory lass 
 and wears no fancy clothes 
 
 closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they 
scootlootshoot lumbering by baraabum 
 
tutti encore bis bravo encore 
 
simon think of your mother s people 
 
stephen dance of death 
 
 bang fresh barang bang of lacquey s bell horse nag steer piglings 
conmee on christass lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded 
ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through baraabum on 
nags hogs bellhorses gadarene swine corny in coffin steel shark stone 
onehandled nelson two trickies frauenzimmer plumstained from pram 
filling bawling gum he s a champion fuseblue peer from barrel rev 
evensong love on hackney jaunt blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers dilly 
with snowcake no fancy clothes then in last switchback lumbering up 
and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber 
bumpshire rose baraabum 
 
 the couples fall aside stephen whirls giddily room whirls back eyes 
closed he totters red rails fly spacewards stars all around suns turn 
roundabout bright midges dance on walls he stops dead 
 
stephen ho 
 
 stephen s mother emaciated rises stark through the floor in leper 
grey with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a torn bridal veil her 
face worn and noseless green with gravemould her hair is scant and 
lank she fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on stephen and opens 
her toothless mouth uttering a silent word a choir of virgins and 
confessors sing voicelessly 
 
the choir 
 
 liliata rutilantium te confessorum 
 iubilantium te virginum 
 
 from the top of a tower buck mulligan in particoloured jester s dress 
of puce and yellow and clown s cap with curling bell stands gaping at 
her a smoking buttered split scone in his hand 
 
buck mulligan she s beastly dead the pity of it mulligan meets the 
afflicted mother he upturns his eyes mercurial malachi 
 
the mother with the subtle smile of death s madness i was once the 
beautiful may goulding i am dead 
 
stephen horrorstruck lemur who are you no what bogeyman s trick 
is this 
 
buck mulligan shakes his curling capbell the mockery of it kinch 
dogsbody killed her bitchbody she kicked the bucket tears of molten 
butter fall from his eyes on to the scone our great sweet mother epi 
oinopa ponton 
 
the mother comes nearer breathing upon him softly her breath of 
wetted ashes all must go through it stephen more women than men in 
the world you too time will come 
 
stephen choking with fright remorse and horror they say i killed 
you mother he offended your memory cancer did it not i destiny 
 
the mother a green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth 
you sang that song to me love s bitter mystery 
 
stephen eagerly tell me the word mother if you know now the word 
known to all men 
 
the mother who saved you the night you jumped into the train at 
dalkey with paddy lee who had pity for you when you were sad among the 
strangers prayer is allpowerful prayer for the suffering souls in the 
ursuline manual and forty days indulgence repent stephen 
 
stephen the ghoul hyena 
 
the mother i pray for you in my other world get dilly to make you that 
boiled rice every night after your brainwork years and years i loved 
you o my son my firstborn when you lay in my womb 
 
zoe fanning herself with the grate fan i m melting 
 
florry points to stephen look he s white 
 
bloom goes to the window to open it more giddy 
 
the mother with smouldering eyes repent o the fire of hell 
 
stephen panting his noncorrosive sublimate the corpsechewer raw 
head and bloody bones 
 
the mother her face drawing near and nearer sending out an ashen 
breath beware she raises her blackened withered right arm slowly 
towards stephen s breast with outstretched finger beware god s hand 
 a green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in 
stephen s heart 
 
stephen strangled with rage shite his features grow drawn grey 
and old 
 
bloom at the window what 
 
stephen ah non par exemple the intellectual imagination with me 
all or not at all non serviam 
 
florry give him some cold water wait she rushes out 
 
the mother wrings her hands slowly moaning desperately o sacred 
heart of jesus have mercy on him save him from hell o divine sacred 
heart 
 
stephen no no no break my spirit all of you if you can i ll bring 
you all to heel 
 
the mother in the agony of her deathrattle have mercy on stephen 
lord for my sake inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love 
grief and agony on mount calvary 
 
stephen nothung 
 
 he lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier 
time s livid final flame leaps and in the following darkness ruin of 
all space shattered glass and toppling masonry 
 
the gasjet pwfungg 
 
bloom stop 
 
lynch rushes forward and seizes stephen s hand here hold on don t 
run amok 
 
bella police 
 
 stephen abandoning his ashplant his head and arms thrown back stark 
beats the ground and flies from the room past the whores at the door 
 
bella screams after him 
 
 the two whores rush to the halldoor lynch and kitty and zoe stampede 
from the room they talk excitedly bloom follows returns 
 
the whores jammed in the doorway pointing down there 
 
zoe pointing there there s something up 
 
bella who pays for the lamp she seizes bloom s coattail here you 
were with him the lamp s broken 
 
bloom rushes to the hall rushes back what lamp woman 
 
a whore he tore his coat 
 
bella her eyes hard with anger and cupidity points who s to pay 
for that ten shillings you re a witness 
 
bloom snatches up stephen s ashplant me ten shillings haven t you 
lifted enough off him didn t he 
 
bella loudly here none of your tall talk this isn t a brothel a 
ten shilling house 
 
bloom his head under the lamp pulls the chain puling the gasjet 
lights up a crushed mauve purple shade he raises the ashplant only 
the chimney s broken here is all he 
 
bella shrinks back and screams jesus don t 
 
bloom warding off a blow to show you how he hit the paper there s 
not sixpenceworth of damage done ten shillings 
 
florry with a glass of water enters where is he 
 
bella do you want me to call the police 
 
bloom o i know bulldog on the premises but he s a trinity student 
patrons of your establishment gentlemen that pay the rent he makes 
a masonic sign know what i mean nephew of the vice chancellor you 
don t want a scandal 
 
bella angrily trinity coming down here ragging after the boatraces 
and paying nothing are you my commander here or where is he i ll 
charge him disgrace him i will she shouts zoe zoe 
 
bloom urgently and if it were your own son in oxford warningly 
i know 
 
bella almost speechless who are incog 
 
zoe in the doorway there s a row on 
 
bloom what where he throws a shilling on the table and starts 
that s for the chimney where i need mountain air 
 
 he hurries out through the hall the whores point florry follows 
spilling water from her tilted tumbler on the doorstep all the whores 
clustered talk volubly pointing to the right where the fog has cleared 
off from the left arrives a jingling hackney car it slows to in front 
of the house bloom at the halldoor perceives corny kelleher who is 
about to dismount from the car with two silent lechers he averts 
his face bella from within the hall urges on her whores they blow 
ickylickysticky yumyum kisses corny kelleher replies with a ghastly 
lewd smile the silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey zoe and kitty 
still point right bloom parting them swiftly draws his caliph s hood 
and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face incog haroun 
al raschid he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the 
railings with fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him torn 
envelopes drenched in aniseed the ashplant marks his stride a pack 
of bloodhounds led by hornblower of trinity brandishing a dogwhip in 
tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers follow from fir picking 
up the scent nearer baying panting at fault breaking away throwing 
their tongues biting his heels leaping at his tail he walks 
runs zigzags gallops lugs laid back he is pelted with gravel 
cabbagestumps biscuitboxes eggs potatoes dead codfish woman s 
slipperslappers after him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops 
in hot pursuit of follow my leader c c night watch john henry 
menton wisdom hely v b dillon councillor nannetti alexander keyes 
larry o rourke joe cuffe mrs o dowd pisser burke the nameless one 
mrs riordan the citizen garryowen whodoyoucallhim strangeface 
fellowthatsolike sawhimbefore chapwithawen chris callinan sir 
charles cameron benjamin dollard lenehan bartell d arcy joe hynes 
red murray editor brayden t m healy mr justice fitzgibbon john 
howard parnell the reverend tinned salmon professor joly mrs 
breen denis breen theodore purefoy mina purefoy the westland 
row postmistress c p m coy friend of lyons hoppy holohan 
maninthestreet othermaninthestreet footballboots pugnosed driver 
rich protestant lady davy byrne mrs ellen m guinness mrs joe 
gallaher george lidwell jimmy henry on corns superintendent laracy 
father cowley crofton out of the collector general s dan dawson 
dental surgeon bloom with tweezers mrs bob doran mrs kennefick mrs 
wyse nolan john wyse nolan handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide 
behindinclonskeatram the bookseller of sweets of sin miss 
dubedatandshedidbedad mesdames gerald and stanislaus moran of roebuck 
the managing clerk of drimmie s wetherup colonel hayes mastiansky 
citron penrose aaron figatner moses herzog michael e geraghty 
inspector troy mrs galbraith the constable off eccles street corner 
old doctor brady with stethoscope the mystery man on the beach a 
retriever mrs miriam dandrade and all her lovers 
 
the hue and cry helterskelterpelterwelter he s bloom stop bloom 
stopabloom stopperrobber hi hi stophim on the corner 
 
 at the corner of beaver street beneath the scaffolding bloom panting 
stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot a lot not knowing a 
jot what hi hi row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether 
 
stephen with elaborate gestures breathing deeply and slowly you 
are my guests uninvited by virtue of the fifth of george and seventh 
of edward history to blame fabled by mothers of memory 
 
private carr to cissy caffrey was he insulting you 
 
stephen addressed her in vocative feminine probably neuter 
ungenitive 
 
voices no he didn t i seen him the girl there he was in mrs 
cohen s what s up soldier and civilian 
 
cissy caffrey i was in company with the soldiers and they left me to 
do you know and the young man run up behind me but i m faithful to 
the man that s treating me though i m only a shilling whore 
 
stephen catches sight of lynch s and kitty s heads hail sisyphus 
 he points to himself and the others poetic uropoetic 
 
voices shes faithfultheman 
 
cissy caffrey yes to go with him and me with a soldier friend 
 
private compton he doesn t half want a thick ear the blighter biff 
him one harry 
 
private carr to cissy was he insulting you while me and him was 
having a piss 
 
lord tennyson gentleman poet in union jack blazer and cricket 
flannels bareheaded flowingbearded theirs not to reason why 
 
private compton biff him harry 
 
stephen to private compton i don t know your name but you are quite 
right doctor swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their 
shirts shirt is synechdoche part for the whole 
 
cissy caffrey to the crowd no i was with the privates 
 
stephen amiably why not the bold soldier boy in my opinion every 
lady for example 
 
private carr his cap awry advances to stephen say how would it 
be governor if i was to bash in your jaw 
 
stephen looks up to the sky how very unpleasant noble art of 
selfpretence personally i detest action he waves his hand hand 
hurts me slightly enfin ce sont vos oignons to cissy caffrey 
some trouble is on here what is it precisely 
 
dolly gray from her balcony waves her handkerchief giving the sign 
of the heroine of jericho rahab cook s son goodbye safe home to 
dolly dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you 
 
 the soldiers turn their swimming eyes 
 
bloom elbowing through the crowd plucks stephen s sleeve 
vigorously come now professor that carman is waiting 
 
stephen turns eh he disengages himself why should i not speak 
to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange 
 he points his finger i m not afraid of what i can talk to if i see 
his eye retaining the perpendicular 
 
 he staggers a pace back 
 
bloom propping him retain your own 
 
stephen laughs emptily my centre of gravity is displaced i have 
forgotten the trick let us sit down somewhere and discuss struggle 
for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists notably the 
tsar and the king of england have invented arbitration he taps his 
brow but in here it is i must kill the priest and the king 
 
biddy the clap did you hear what the professor said he s a professor 
out of the college 
 
cunty kate i did i heard that 
 
biddy the clap he expresses himself with such marked refinement of 
phraseology 
 
cunty kate indeed yes and at the same time with such apposite 
trenchancy 
 
private carr pulls himself free and comes forward what s that 
you re saying about my king 
 
 edward the seventh appears in an archway he wars a white jersey on 
which an image of the sacred heart is stitched with the insignia of 
garter and thistle golden fleece elephant of denmark skinner s 
and probyn s horse lincoln s inn bencher and ancient and honourable 
artillery company of massachusetts he sucks a red jujube he is robed 
as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron 
marked made in germany in his left hand he holds a plasterer s bucket 
on which is printed d fense d uriner a roar of welcome greets him 
 
edward the seventh slowly solemnly but indistinctly peace perfect 
peace for identification bucket in my hand cheerio boys he turns 
to his subjects we have come here to witness a clean straight fight 
and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck mahak makar a bak 
 
 he shakes hands with private carr private compton stephen bloom and 
lynch general applause edward the seventh lifts his bucket graciously 
in acknowledgment 
 
private carr to stephen say it again 
 
stephen nervous friendly pulls himself up i understand your point 
of view though i have no king myself for the moment this is the age of 
patent medicines a discussion is difficult down here but this is the 
point you die for your country suppose he places his arm on private 
carr s sleeve not that i wish it for you but i say let my country 
die for me up to the present it has done so i didn t want it to die 
damn death long live life 
 
edward the seventh levitates over heaps of slain in the garb and 
with the halo of joking jesus a white jujube in his phosphorescent 
face 
 
my methods are new and are causing surprise to make the blind see i 
throw dust in their eyes 
 
stephen kings and unicorns he fills back a pace come somewhere and 
we ll what was that girl saying 
 
private compton eh harry give him a kick in the knackers stick one 
into jerry 
 
bloom to the privates softly he doesn t know what he s saying 
taken a little more than is good for him absinthe greeneyed monster i 
know him he s a gentleman a poet it s all right 
 
stephen nods smiling and laughing gentleman patriot scholar and 
judge of impostors 
 
private carr i don t give a bugger who he is 
 
private compton we don t give a bugger who he is 
 
stephen i seem to annoy them green rag to a bull 
 
 kevin egan of paris in black spanish tasselled shirt and peep o day 
boy s hat signs to stephen 
 
kevin egan h lo bonjour the vieille ogresse with the dents 
jaunes 
 
 patrice egan peeps from behind his rabbitface nibbling a quince 
leaf 
 
patrice socialiste 
 
don emile patrizio franz rupert pope hennessy in medieval hauberk 
two wild geese volant on his helm with noble indignation points a 
mailed hand against the privates werf those eykes to footboden big 
grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy 
 
bloom to stephen come home you ll get into trouble 
 
stephen swaying i don t avoid it he provokes my intelligence 
 
biddy the clap one immediately observes that he is of patrician 
lineage 
 
the virago green above the red says he wolfe tone 
 
the bawd the red s as good as the green and better up the soldiers 
up king edward 
 
a rough laughs ay hands up to de wet 
 
the citizen with a huge emerald muffler and shillelagh calls 
 
 may the god above 
 send down a dove 
 with teeth as sharp as razors 
 to slit the throats 
 of the english dogs 
 that hanged our irish leaders 
 
the croppy boy the ropenoose round his neck gripes in his issuing 
bowels with both hands 
 
i bear no hate to a living thing but i love my country beyond the king 
 
rumbold demon barber accompanied by two blackmasked assistants 
advances with gladstone bag which he opens ladies and gents 
cleaver purchased by mrs pearcy to slay mogg knife with which voisin 
dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the 
cellar the unfortunate female s throat being cut from ear to ear phial 
containing arsenic retrieved from body of miss barron which sent seddon 
to the gallows 
 
 he jerks the rope the assistants leap at the victim s legs and drag 
him downward grunting the croppy boy s tongue protrudes violently 
 
the croppy boy 
 
horhot ho hray hor hother s hest 
 
 he gives up the ghost a violent erection of the hanged sends gouts 
of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the cobblestones mrs 
bellingham mrs yelverton barry and the honourable mrs mervyn talboys 
rush forward with their handkerchiefs to sop it up 
 
rumbold i m near it myself he undoes the noose rope which hanged 
the awful rebel ten shillings a time as applied to her royal highness 
 he plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out 
his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails my painful 
duty has now been done god save the king 
 
edward the seventh dances slowly solemnly rattling his bucket and 
sings with soft contentment 
 
on coronation day on coronation day o won t we have a merry time 
drinking whisky beer and wine 
 
private carr here what are you saying about my king 
 
stephen throws up his hands o this is too monotonous nothing 
he wants my money and my life though want must be his master for 
some brutish empire of his money i haven t he searches his pockets 
vaguely gave it to someone 
 
private carr who wants your bleeding money 
 
stephen tries to move off will someone tell me where i am least 
likely to meet these necessary evils a se voit aussi paris not 
that i but by saint patrick 
 
 the women s heads coalesce old gummy granny in sugarloaf hat appears 
seated on a toadstool the deathflower of the potato blight on her 
breast 
 
stephen aha i know you gammer hamlet revenge the old sow that eats 
her farrow 
 
old gummy granny rocking to and fro ireland s sweetheart the king 
of spain s daughter alanna strangers in my house bad manners to them 
 she keens with banshee woe ochone ochone silk of the kine she 
wails you met with poor old ireland and how does she stand 
 
stephen how do i stand you the hat trick where s the third person of 
the blessed trinity soggarth aroon the reverend carrion crow 
 
cissy caffrey shrill stop them from fighting 
 
a rough our men retreated 
 
private carr tugging at his belt i ll wring the neck of any fucker 
says a word against my fucking king 
 
bloom terrified he said nothing not a word a pure 
misunderstanding 
 
the citizen erin go bragh 
 
 major tweedy and the citizen exhibit to each other medals 
decorations trophies of war wounds both salute with fierce 
hostility 
 
private compton go it harry do him one in the eye he s a proboer 
 
stephen did i when 
 
bloom to the redcoats we fought for you in south africa irish 
missile troops isn t that history royal dublin fusiliers honoured by 
our monarch 
 
the navvy staggering past o yes o god yes o make the kwawr a 
krowawr o bo 
 
 casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted 
spearpoints major tweedy moustached like turko the terrible in 
bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements with epaulettes gilt 
chevrons and sabretaches his breast bright with medals toes the line 
he gives the pilgrim warrior s sign of the knights templars 
 
major tweedy growls gruffly rorke s drift up guards and at them 
mahar shalal hashbaz 
 
private carr i ll do him in 
 
private compton waves the crowd back fair play here make a 
bleeding butcher s shop of the bugger 
 
 massed bands blare garryowen and god save the king 
 
cissy caffrey they re going to fight for me 
 
cunty kate the brave and the fair 
 
biddy the clap methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best 
 
cunty kate blushing deeply nay madam the gules doublet and merry 
saint george for me 
 
stephen 
 
the harlot s cry from street to street shall weave old ireland s 
windingsheet 
 
private carr loosening his belt shouts i ll wring the neck of any 
fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king 
 
bloom shakes cissy caffrey s shoulders speak you are you struck 
dumb you are the link between nations and generations speak woman 
sacred lifegiver 
 
cissy caffrey alarmed seizes private carr s sleeve amn t i with 
you amn t i your girl cissy s your girl she cries police 
 
stephen ecstatically to cissy caffrey 
 
 white thy fambles red thy gan 
 and thy quarrons dainty is 
 
 
voices police 
 
distant voices dublin s burning dublin s burning on fire on fire 
 
 brimstone fires spring up dense clouds roll past heavy gatling guns 
boom pandemonium troops deploy gallop of hoofs artillery hoarse 
commands bells clang backers shout drunkards bawl whores screech 
foghorns hoot cries of valour shrieks of dying pikes clash on 
cuirasses thieves rob the slain birds of prey winging from the sea 
rising from marshlands swooping from eyries hover screaming gannets 
cormorants vultures goshawks climbing woodcocks peregrines merlins 
blackgrouse sea eagles gulls albatrosses barnacle geese the 
midnight sun is darkened the earth trembles the dead of dublin 
from prospect and mount jerome in white sheepskin overcoats and black 
goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many a chasm opens with a noiseless 
yawn tom rochford winner in athlete s singlet and breeches arrives 
at the head of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the void 
he is followed by a race of runners and leapers in wild attitudes they 
spring from the brink their bodies plunge factory lasses with fancy 
clothes toss redhot yorkshire baraabombs society ladies lift their 
skirts above their heads to protect themselves laughing witches in red 
cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks quakerlyster plasters 
blisters it rains dragons teeth armed heroes spring up from furrows 
they exchange in amity the pass of knights of the red cross and fight 
duels with cavalry sabres wolfe tone against henry grattan smith 
o brien against daniel o connell michael davitt against isaac butt 
justin m carthy against parnell arthur griffith against john redmond 
john o leary against lear o johnny lord edward fitzgerald against lord 
gerald fitzedward the o donoghue of the glens against the glens of the 
o donoghue on an eminence the centre of the earth rises the feldaltar 
of saint barbara black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns 
from the high barbacans of the tower two shafts of light fall on the 
smokepalled altarstone on the altarstone mrs mina purefoy goddess of 
unreason lies naked fettered a chalice resting on her swollen belly 
father malachi o flynn in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble his 
two left feet back to the front celebrates camp mass the reverend mr 
hugh c haines love m a in a plain cassock and mortarboard his head 
and collar back to the front holds over the celebrant s head an open 
umbrella 
 
father malachi o flynn introibo ad altare diaboli 
 
the reverend mr haines love to the devil which hath made glad my young 
days 
 
father malachi o flynn takes from the chalice and elevates a 
blooddripping host corpus meum 
 
the reverend mr haines love raises high behind the celebrant s 
petticoat revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot 
is stuck my body 
 
the voice of all the damned htengier tnetopinmo dog drol eht rof 
aiulella 
 
 from on high the voice of adonai calls 
 
adonai dooooooooooog 
 
the voice of all the blessed alleluia for the lord god omnipotent 
reigneth 
 
 from on high the voice of adonai calls 
 
adonai goooooooooood 
 
 in strident discord peasants and townsmen of orange and green factions 
sing kick the pope and daily daily sing to mary 
 
private carr with ferocious articulation i ll do him in so help me 
fucking christ i ll wring the bastard fucker s bleeding blasted fucking 
windpipe 
 
old gummy granny thrusts a dagger towards stephen s hand remove 
him acushla at a m you will be in heaven and ireland will be 
free she prays o good god take him 
 
 the retriever nosing on the fringe of the crowd barks noisily 
 
bloom runs to lynch can t you get him away 
 
lynch he likes dialectic the universal language kitty to bloom 
get him away you he won t listen to me 
 
 he drags kitty away 
 
stephen points exit judas et laqueo se suspendit 
 
bloom runs to stephen come along with me now before worse happens 
here s your stick 
 
stephen stick no reason this feast of pure reason 
 
cissy caffrey pulling private carr come on you re boosed he 
insulted me but i forgive him shouting in his ear i forgive him for 
insulting me 
 
bloom over stephen s shoulder yes go you see he s incapable 
 
private carr breaks loose i ll insult him 
 
 he rushes towards stephen fist outstretched and strikes him in the 
face stephen totters collapses falls stunned he lies prone his 
face to the sky his hat rolling to the wall bloom follows and picks it 
up 
 
major tweedy loudly carbine in bucket cease fire salute 
 
the retriever barking furiously ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute 
 
the crowd let him up don t strike him when he s down air who the 
soldier hit him he s a professor is he hurted don t manhandle him 
he s fainted 
 
a hag what call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under 
the influence let them go and fight the boers 
 
the bawd listen to who s talking hasn t the soldier a right to go with 
his girl he gave him the coward s blow 
 
 they grab at each other s hair claw at each other and spit 
 
the retriever barking wow wow wow 
 
bloom shoves them back loudly get back stand back 
 
private compton tugging his comrade here bugger off harry here s 
the cops two raincaped watch tall stand in the group 
 
first watch what s wrong here 
 
private compton we were with this lady and he insulted us and 
assaulted my chum the retriever barks who owns the bleeding tyke 
 
cissy caffrey with expectation is he bleeding 
 
a man rising from his knees no gone off he ll come to all right 
 
bloom glances sharply at the man leave him to me i can easily 
 
second watch who are you do you know him 
 
private carr lurches towards the watch he insulted my lady friend 
 
bloom angrily you hit him without provocation i m a witness 
constable take his regimental number 
 
second watch i don t want your instructions in the discharge of my 
duty 
 
private compton pulling his comrade here bugger off harry or 
bennett ll shove you in the lockup 
 
private carr staggering as he is pulled away god fuck old bennett 
he s a whitearsed bugger i don t give a shit for him 
 
first watch takes out his notebook what s his name 
 
bloom peering over the crowd i just see a car there if you give me 
a hand a second sergeant 
 
first watch name and address 
 
 corny kelleker weepers round his hat a death wreath in his hand 
appears among the bystanders 
 
bloom quickly o the very man he whispers simon dedalus son 
a bit sprung get those policemen to move those loafers back 
 
second watch night mr kelleher 
 
corny kelleher to the watch with drawling eye that s all right 
i know him won a bit on the races gold cup throwaway he laughs 
twenty to one do you follow me 
 
first watch turns to the crowd here what are you all gaping at 
move on out of that 
 
 the crowd disperses slowly muttering down the lane 
 
corny kelleher leave it to me sergeant that ll be all right he 
laughs shaking his head we were often as bad ourselves ay or worse 
what eh what 
 
first watch laughs i suppose so 
 
corny kelleher nudges the second watch come and wipe your name off 
the slate he lilts wagging his head with my tooraloom tooraloom 
tooraloom tooraloom what eh do you follow me 
 
second watch genially ah sure we were too 
 
corny kelleher winking boys will be boys i ve a car round there 
 
second watch all right mr kelleher good night 
 
corny kelleher i ll see to that 
 
bloom shakes hands with both of the watch in turn thank you very 
much gentlemen thank you he mumbles confidentially we don t want 
any scandal you understand father is a wellknown highly respected 
citizen just a little wild oats you understand 
 
first watch o i understand sir 
 
second watch that s all right sir 
 
first watch it was only in case of corporal injuries i d have to report 
it at the station 
 
bloom nods rapidly naturally quite right only your bounden duty 
 
second watch it s our duty 
 
corny kelleher good night men 
 
the watch saluting together night gentlemen they move off with 
slow heavy tread 
 
bloom blows providential you came on the scene you have a car 
 
corny kelleher laughs pointing his thumb over his right shoulder to 
the car brought up against the scaffolding two commercials that were 
standing fizz in jammet s like princes faith one of them lost two 
quid on the race drowning his grief and were on for a go with the 
jolly girls so i landed them up on behan s car and down to nighttown 
 
bloom i was just going home by gardiner street when i happened to 
 
corny kelleher laughs sure they wanted me to join in with the mots 
no by god says i not for old stagers like myself and yourself he 
laughs again and leers with lacklustre eye thanks be to god we have it 
in the house what eh do you follow me hah hah hah 
 
bloom tries to laugh he he he yes matter of fact i was just 
visiting an old friend of mine there virag you don t know him poor 
fellow he s laid up for the past week and we had a liquor together and 
i was just making my way home 
 
 the horse neighs 
 
the horse hohohohohohoh hohohohome 
 
corny kelleher sure it was behan our jarvey there that told me after 
we left the two commercials in mrs cohen s and i told him to pull up and 
got off to see he laughs sober hearsedrivers a speciality will i 
give him a lift home where does he hang out somewhere in cabra what 
 
bloom no in sandycove i believe from what he let drop 
 
 stephen prone breathes to the stars corny kelleher asquint drawls 
at the horse bloom in gloom looms down 
 
corny kelleher scratches his nape sandycove he bends down and 
calls to stephen eh he calls again eh he s covered with shavings 
anyhow take care they didn t lift anything off him 
 
bloom no no no i have his money and his hat here and stick 
 
corny kelleher ah well he ll get over it no bones broken well i ll 
shove along he laughs i ve a rendezvous in the morning burying the 
dead safe home 
 
the horse neighs hohohohohome 
 
bloom good night i ll just wait and take him along in a few 
 
 corny kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it the horse 
harness jingles 
 
corny kelleher from the car standing night 
 
bloom night 
 
 the jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly the 
car and horse back slowly awkwardly and turn corny kelleher on the 
sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at bloom s plight 
the jarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the 
farther seat bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful reply with thumb 
and palm corny kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will allow the 
sleep to continue for what else is to be done with a slow nod bloom 
conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what stephen needs the car 
jingles tooraloom round the corner of the tooraloom lane corny kelleher 
again reassuralooms with his hand bloom with his hand assuralooms corny 
kelleher that he is reassuraloomtay the tinkling hoofs and jingling 
harness grow fainter with their tooralooloo looloo lay bloom holding 
in his hand stephen s hat festooned with shavings and ashplant stands 
irresolute then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder 
 
bloom eh ho there is no answer he bends again mr dedalus 
 there is no answer the name if you call somnambulist he bends 
again and hesitating brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate 
form stephen there is no answer he calls again stephen 
 
stephen groans who black panther vampire he sighs and 
stretches himself then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels 
 
 who drive fergus now 
 and pierce wood s woven shade 
 
 he turns on his left side sighing doubling himself together 
 
bloom poetry well educated pity he bends again and undoes 
the buttons of stephen s waistcoat to breathe he brushes the 
woodshavings from stephen s clothes with light hand and fingers one 
pound seven not hurt anyhow he listens what 
 
stephen murmurs 
 
 shadows the woods 
 white breast dim sea 
 
 he stretches out his arms sighs again and curls his body bloom 
holding the hat and ashplant stands erect a dog barks in the distance 
bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant he looks down on 
stephen s face and form 
 
bloom communes with the night face reminds me of his poor mother 
in the shady wood the deep white breast ferguson i think i caught a 
girl some girl best thing could happen him he murmurs swear 
that i will always hail ever conceal never reveal any part or parts 
art or arts he murmurs in the rough sands of the sea a 
cabletow s length from the shore where the tide ebbs and flows 
 
 
 silent thoughtful alert he stands on guard his fingers at his lips 
in the attitude of secret master against the dark wall a figure appears 
slowly a fairy boy of eleven a changeling kidnapped dressed in an 
eton suit with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet holding a book 
in his hand he reads from right to left inaudibly smiling kissing the 
page 
 
bloom wonderstruck calls inaudibly rudy 
 
rudy gazes unseeing into bloom s eyes and goes on reading kissing 
smiling he has a delicate mauve face on his suit he has diamond and 
ruby buttons in his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a 
violet bowknot a white lambkin peeps out of his waistcoat pocket 
 
 
 
 
 iii 
 
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 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 in view of the hour it was and there being no pump of vartry water 
available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes 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 bridge 
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 e d ed particularly stephen always 
assuming that there was such a thing to be found accordingly after a 
few such preliminaries as brushing in spite of his having forgotten 
to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had done yeoman 
service in the shaving line they both walked together along beaver 
street or more properly lane 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 street round by the corner of dan bergin s but 
as he confidently anticipated 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 hotel 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 
 
this was a quandary but bringing common sense 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 s and the 
signal house which they shortly reached they proceeded perforce in the 
direction of amiens street 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 buttons 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 
happened to be returning and the elder man recounted to his companion 
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 and passing the backdoor of the morgue 
 a not very enticing locality not to say gruesome to a degree more 
especially at night ultimately gained the dock tavern and in due course 
turned into store street famous for its c division police station 
between this point and the high at present unlit warehouses of beresford 
place stephen thought to think of ibsen associated with baird s the 
stonecutter s in his mind somehow in talbot place first turning on the 
right while the other who was acting as his fidus achates 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 at rourke s the baker s it is said 
 
 en route to his taciturn and not to put too fine a point on it not 
yet perfectly sober companion mr bloom who at all events 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 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 jiujitsu 
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 but for that man in the gap turning up at the 
eleventh hour the finis might have been that he might have been a 
candidate for the accident ward or failing that the bridewell and 
an appearance in the court next day before mr tobias or he being the 
solicitor rather old wall he meant to say or mahony 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 division in clanbrassil 
street prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot never on 
the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city pembroke road 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 
liable to go off at any time 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 the squandermania of the thing fast women 
of the demimonde ran away with a lot of l 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 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 practically most of all he commented adversely on the desertion 
of stephen by all his pubhunting confreres but one a most glaring 
piece of ratting on the part of his brother medicos under all the circs 
 
 and that one was judas stephen said 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 where a brazier 
of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like one 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 or had been mentioned as having 
happened before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered 
that he recognised in the sentry a quondam 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 evidently under the arches 
saluted again calling 
 
 night 
 
stephen of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the 
compliment mr bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch 
as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but 
nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of anxiety 
though not funkyish in the least though unusual in the dublin area he 
knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next 
to nothing to live on to be abroad 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 an over sober state himself recognised corley s 
breath redolent of rotten cornjuice lord john corley some called him 
and his genealogy came about in this wise he was the eldest son of 
inspector corley of the g division lately deceased who had married 
a certain katherine brophy the daughter of a louth farmer his 
grandfather patrick michael corley of new ross had married the widow 
of a publican there whose maiden name had been katherine also talbot 
rumour had it though not proved that she descended from the house of 
the lords talbot de malahide in whose mansion really an unquestionably 
fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing her mother or aunt or 
some relative a woman as the tale went of extreme beauty had enjoyed 
the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen this therefore 
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 he had a row with lenehan and called 
him to stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of a number of 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 
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 he was all in 
 
 i wouldn t ask you only pursued he on my solemn oath and god knows 
i m on the rocks 
 
 there ll be a job tomorrow or 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 
 
 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 i got stuck 
twice in the junior at the christian brothers 
 
 i have no place to sleep myself stephen informed him 
 
corley at the first go off 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 street 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 street 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 on a par with the others was hardly 
deserving of much credence however haud ignarus malorum miseris 
succurrere disco etcetera as the latin poet remarks 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 whereas 
he put his hand in a pocket anyhow not with the idea of finding any food 
there 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 but 
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 investigation 
he tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost 
as well he might have or left because in that contingency it was not a 
pleasant lookout very much the reverse in fact he was altogether too 
fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect 
about biscuits he dimly remembered who now exactly gave them he 
wondered or where was or did he buy however in another pocket he came 
across what he surmised in the dark were pennies erroneously however 
as it turned out 
 
 those are halfcrowns man corley corrected him 
 
and so in point of fact they turned out to be stephen anyhow lent him 
one of them 
 
 thanks corley answered you re a gentleman i ll pay you back one 
time who s that with you i saw him a few times in the bleeding horse 
in camden street with boylan 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 even as a 
crossing sweeper 
 
subsequently being not quite so down in the mouth after the two and six 
he got 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 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 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 who 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 he also remarked on his very dilapidated 
hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a chronic 
impecuniosity palpably 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 with or without the option of a fine 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 who 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 
 
 he is 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 bucketdredger rejoicing in the farfamed name of eblana 
moored alongside customhouse quay 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 leaving that for the moment how much 
did you part with he queried if i am not too inquisitive 
 
 half a crown stephen responded i daresay he needs it to sleep 
somewhere 
 
 needs 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 or everyone according 
to his deeds but talking about things in general where added he with 
a smile will you sleep yourself walking to sandycove is out of 
the question and even supposing you did 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 today in fact or 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 legitimate out of you you could go back perhaps he 
hasarded 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 as if the whole bally 
station belonged to them to give stephen the slip in the confusion 
which they did 
 
there was no response forthcoming to the suggestion 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 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 oatmealwater for milk after the friday herrings 
they had eaten at two a penny 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 in 
accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain 
on the days commanded it being quarter tense or 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 and friend if i were in your shoes he 
knows which side his bread is buttered on though 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 it wouldn t occasion me the least 
surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in 
your drink for some ulterior object 
 
he understood however from all he heard 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 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 half curiosity augmented by 
friendliness which he gave at stephen s at present morose expression 
of features did not throw a flood of light none at all in fact on the 
problem as to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by 
two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the other way about saw 
through the affair and for some reason or other best known to himself 
allowed matters to more or less 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 they 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 
 
 puttana madonna che ci dia i quattrini ho ragione culo rotto 
 
 intendiamoci mezzo sovrano piu 
 
 dice lui pero 
 
 mezzo 
 
 farabutto mortacci sui 
 
 ma ascolta cinque la testa piu 
 
mr bloom and stephen entered the cabman s shelter an unpretentious 
wooden structure where prior to then he had rarely if ever been 
before the former having previously whispered to the latter a few 
hints anent the keeper of it said to be the once famous skin the goat 
fitzharris the invincible though he could not vouch for the actual 
facts which quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in a few 
moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner 
only to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection 
of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the genus homo 
already there engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation 
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 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 
or whatever they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes 
apparently dissatisfied away though one redbearded bibulous individual 
portion of whose hair was greyish a sailor probably still stared for 
some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the 
floor mr bloom availing himself of the right of free speech he having 
just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute though to be 
sure rather in a quandary over voglio remarked to his prot g in 
an audible tone of voice a propos 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 it is so melodious 
and full belladonna voglio 
 
stephen who was trying his dead best to yawn if he could suffering 
from 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 t te t te 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 after 
which he beat a retreat to his counter mr bloom determining to have 
a good square look at him later on so as not to appear to for 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 said after a pause of some little time 
like names cicero podmore napoleon mr goodbody jesus mr doyle 
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 who had his weather eye on the newcomers boarded 
stephen whom he had singled out for attention in particular squarely 
by asking 
 
 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 pressure 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 
of his own accord 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 lefthand 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 
 
 bottles 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 then he 
screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night 
with an unprepossessing cast of countenance 
 
 pom he then shouted once 
 
the entire audience waited anticipating an additional detonation there 
being still a further egg 
 
 pom he shouted twice 
 
egg two evidently demolished he nodded and winked adding 
bloodthirstily 
 
 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 
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 d b murphy 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 i belongs there that s where i hails from 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 the homecoming 
to the mariner s roadside shieling after having diddled davy jones 
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 by the way 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 
finally 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 grasswidow 
at the selfsame fireside believes me dead rocked 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 the wind her brandnew arrival is on 
her knee post mortem child with a high ro and a randy ro and my 
galloping tearing tandy o bow to the inevitable grin and bear it i 
remain with much love your brokenhearted husband d b 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 
 
the jarvey addressed as it happened 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 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 d b murphy a b s 
 
in confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket 
and handed to his neighbour 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 answered 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 we was chased by pirates one voyage 
i seen icebergs plenty growlers i was in stockholm and the black sea 
the dardanelles under captain dalton the best bloody man that ever 
scuttled a ship i seen russia gospodi pomilyou 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 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 
 
 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 which seemed to 
be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table the 
printed matter on it stated choza de indios beni bolivia 
 
all focussed their attention at the scene exhibited a group of savage 
women in striped loincloths squatted blinking suckling frowning 
sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have been quite a score of 
them outside some primitive shanties of osier 
 
 chews coca all day the communicative tarpaulin added stomachs 
like breadgraters cuts off their diddies when they can t bear no more 
children 
 
see them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse s liver 
raw 
 
his postcard proved a centre of attraction for messrs the greenhorns for 
several minutes if not more 
 
 know how to keep them off he inquired generally 
 
nobody volunteering a statement 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 se or a boudin galeria becche santiago 
chile there was no message evidently as he took particular notice 
though 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 former s ball passed through the latter s hat 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 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 outside considering the fare to 
mullingar where he figured on going was five and six 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 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 tower abbey 
wealth of park lane 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 c p m coy type 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 
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 
brown robinson and co 
 
it was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no 
small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street when the 
system really needed toning up for the matter of a couple of paltry 
pounds was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead 
of being always and ever 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 for choice when dame nature is at her 
spectacular best 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 environs even poulaphouca to which there was 
a steamtram but also farther away from the madding crowd in wicklow 
rightly termed the garden of ireland an ideal neighbourhood for elderly 
wheelmen so long as it didn t come down and in the wilds of donegal 
where if report spoke true the coup d oeil was exceedingly grand 
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 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 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 accommodation left much to be 
desired interesting to fathom it seemed to him from a motive of 
curiosity 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 picture 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 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 chinks does 
 
possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces the 
globetrotter went on adhering to his adventures 
 
 and i seen a man killed in trieste by an italian chap knife in his 
back knife like that 
 
whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in 
keeping with his character 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 says he chuk it went into his back up to the butt 
 
his heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of defied their further 
questions even should they by any chance want to 
 
 that s a good bit of steel repeated he examining his formidable 
 stiletto 
 
after which harrowing denouement 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 passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance 
is bliss mr b 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 not turning a hair was drawing spurts of liquid 
from his boiler affair his inscrutable face 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 
 
there ensued a somewhat lengthy pause one man was reading in fits and 
starts a stained by coffee evening journal another the card with the 
natives choza de another 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 roughly some score of years previously in the days of the 
land troubles when it took the civilised world by storm figuratively 
speaking early in the eighties eightyone to be correct when he was 
just turned fifteen 
 
 ay boss the sailor broke in give us back them papers 
 
the request being complied with he clawed them up with a scrape 
 
 have you seen the rock of gibraltar mr bloom inquired 
 
the sailor grimaced chewing in a way that might be read as yes ay 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 spirt a jet of spew into the sawdust 
and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn 
 
 what year would that be about mr b interrogated can you recall the 
boats 
 
our soi disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before 
answering 
 
 i m tired of all them rocks in the sea he said and boats and ships 
salt junk all the time 
 
tired seemingly he ceased his questioner 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 suffice 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 meant to rule the waves on more than one occasion a dozen 
at the lowest 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 obliviously 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 well not exactly under 
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 of onus on to the 
other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insurance which were 
run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason if no 
other lifeboat sunday was a highly laudable institution to which the 
public at large no matter where living inland or seaside as the case 
might be having it brought home to them like that 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 whatever the 
season when duty called ireland expects that every man and so on 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 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 went 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 carking cares of office unwashed of course and in a seedy 
getup and a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage 
 
 why the sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterance my son danny 
he d be about eighteen now way i figure it 
 
the skibbereen father 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 intended to represent an 
anchor 
 
 there was lice in that bunk in bridgwater he remarked sure as nuts 
i must get a wash tomorrow or next day it s them black lads i objects 
to i hate those buggers suck your blood dry they does 
 
seeing they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged 
his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbol of the 
mariner s hope and rest they had a full view of the figure and a 
young man s sideface looking frowningly rather 
 
 tattoo the exhibitor explained that was done when we were iying 
becalmed off odessa in the black sea under captain dalton fellow the 
name of antonio 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 
someway in his squeezing or 
 
 see here he said showing antonio there he is cursing the mate and 
there he is now he added the 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 including skin the goat who this 
time stretched over 
 
 ay ay sighed the sailor looking down on his manly chest he s gone 
too ate by sharks after ay ay 
 
he let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression 
of before 
 
 neat bit of work one longshoreman said 
 
 and what s the number for loafer number two queried 
 
 eaten alive a third asked the sailor 
 
 ay ay sighed again the latter personage more cheerily this 
time with some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only in the 
direction of the questioner about the number ate a greek he was 
 
and then he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged 
end 
 
 as bad as old antonio for he left me on my ownio 
 
the face of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat 
peered askew round the door of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on 
her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill mr 
bloom scarcely knowing which way to look turned away on the moment 
flusterfied but outwardly calm and 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 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 quay the partially idiotic female namely of the 
lane who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you mrs b 
and begged the chance of his washing also why washing which seemed 
rather vague than not your washing still candour compelled him to 
admit he had washed his wife s undergarments when soiled in holles 
street 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 love me love my dirty shirt still 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 skipper 
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 hospital reeking with 
disease 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 i suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition 
still no matter what the cause is from 
 
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 it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be put a 
stop to instanter to say that women of that stamp quite apart from 
any oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject a necessary evil w ere 
not licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities a thing 
he could truthfully state 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 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 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 
 
 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 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 rontgen did or the telescope like edison 
though i believe it was before his time galileo was the man i mean 
and the 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 bestknown passages in holy writ apart from circumstantial 
evidence 
 
on this knotty point however the views of the pair poles apart as they 
were both in schooling and everything else with the marked difference in 
their respective ages clashed 
 
 has been the more experienced of the two objected sticking to his 
original point with a smile of unbelief i m not so sure about that 
that s a matter for everyman s 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 
like hamlet and bacon as you who know your shakespeare infinitely 
better than i of course i needn t tell you can t you drink that 
coffee by the way let me stir it and take a piece of that bun it s 
like one of our skipper s bricks disguised still no one can give what 
he hasn t got try a bit 
 
 couldn t stephen contrived to get out his mental organs for the 
moment refusing to dictate further 
 
faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat mr bloom thought well to stir 
or try to 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 shelters such as the present one they were in 
run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night concerts dramatic evenings 
and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the lower 
orders on the other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection 
they paid his wife madam marion tweedy 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 poison so 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 inspection medical inspection 
of all eatables 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 stephen lifted the heavy mug 
from the brown puddle it clopped out of when taken up by the handle and 
took a sip of the offending beverage 
 
 still it s solid food his good genius urged i m a stickler for solid 
food his 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 o 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 apropos of 
knives 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 though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was 
full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it 
was quite within the 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 up 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 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 because 
meeting unmistakable mugs dublin residents like those jarvies waiting 
news from abroad 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 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 that is rather a far cry you see once in a way marcella the 
midget queen in those waxworks in henry street i myself saw some 
aztecs as they are called sitting bowlegged they couldn t straighten 
their legs if you paid them because the muscles here you see he 
proceeded indicating on his companion the brief outline of the sinews 
or whatever you like to call them 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 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 there was nothing intrinsically 
incompatible about it he conceded on the contrary that stab in the 
back touch was quite in keeping with those italianos though candidly he 
was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the fish 
way not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in little 
italy there near the coombe 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 tuckin 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 doublequick with those poignards they 
carry in the abdomen it comes from the great heat climate generally 
my wife is so to speak spanish half 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 for one 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 staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown 
listener somewhere we have the impetuosity of dante and the isosceles 
triangle miss portinari he fell in love with 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 i just happened to be in the kildare 
street museum today shortly prior to our meeting 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 yes pretty in a way 
you find but what i m talking about is the female form besides 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 it 
may be possibly is a foible of mine but still it s a thing i simply 
hate to see 
 
interest however was starting to flag somewhat all round and then the 
others got on to talking about accidents at sea ships lost in a fog 
goo collisions with icebergs all that sort of thing shipahoy of course 
had his own say to say he had doubled the cape 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 
or words to that effect a pious medal he had that saved him 
 
so then after that they drifted on to the wreck off daunt s rock wreck 
of that illfated norwegian barque nobody could think of her name for 
the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of henry campbell 
remembered it palme on booterstown strand that 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 irish times 
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 run into by the mona which 
was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all 
hands on deck no aid was given her master the mona s said he 
was afraid his 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 the sailor vacated his seat 
 
 let me cross your bows mate he said to his neighbour who was just 
gently dropping off into a peaceful doze 
 
he made tracks heavily slowly 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 while he was in the act of getting his bearings mr bloom 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 or unscrew and 
applying its nozz e 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 manoeuvre after the 
counterattraction in the shape of a female who however had disappeared 
to all intents and purposes could by straining just perceive him when 
duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit gaping up at the piers and 
girders of the loop line rather out of his depth 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 after a brief 
space of time during which silence reigned supreme the sailor evidently 
giving it a wide berth eased himself closer at hand the noise of his 
bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where 
it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank a hoof scooped anyway for 
new foothold after sleep and harness jingled slightly disturbed in his 
sentrybox by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the corporation 
stones 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 
probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about 
and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms 
of morpheus a truly amazing piece of hard lines 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 pounds 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 without a beggarly 
stiver he drank needless to be told 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 meantime 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 basin 
the only launch that year right enough the harbours were there only no 
ships ever called 
 
there were wrecks and wreckers 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 bay when the galway harbour scheme was mooted by a mr 
worthington or some name like that eh ask the then captain he advised 
them how much palmoil the british government gave him for that day s 
work captain john lever of the lever line 
 
 am i right skipper he queried of the sailor now returning after his 
private potation and the rest of his exertions 
 
that worthy picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words 
growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty or other 
in seconds or thirds mr bloom s sharp ears heard him then expectorate 
the plug probably 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 soir e boisterously trolling like a 
veritable son of a seacook 
 
 the biscuits was as hard as brass 
 and the beef as salt as lot s wife s arse 
 o johnny lever 
 johnny lever o 
 
after which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the scene 
and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form 
provided skin the goat 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 or something of that sort 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 pounds worth of pork exported every year 
ten millions between butter and eggs and all the riches drained out of 
it by england levying taxes on the poor people that paid through the 
nose always and gobbling up the best meat in the market 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 that colonel everard down 
there in navan growing tobacco where would you find anywhere the like 
of irish bacon but a day of reckoning he stated crescendo with no 
uncertain voice thoroughly monopolising all the conversation 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 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 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 referring to downfall and so on 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 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 as everyman 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 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 
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 even 
though poles apart another little interesting 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 rumoured to be or have been fitzharris the famous 
invincible and the other obviously bogus reminded him forcibly as 
being on all fours with the confidence trick supposing that is it was 
prearranged as the lookeron a student of the human soul 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 b couldn t help 
feeling and most properly 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 coming 
forward and turning queen s evidence or king s now like denis or peter 
carey an idea he utterly repudiated quite apart from that 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 and no denying it while inwardly 
remaining what he was a certain kind of admiration for a man who 
had actually brandished a knife cold steel with the courage of his 
political convictions though personally he would never be a party to 
any such thing off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south 
have her or swing for her when the husband frequently after some words 
passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky 
mortal he having had the pair watched inflicted fatal injuries on 
his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial liaison 
by plunging his knife into her until it just struck him that 
fitz nicknamed skin the goat 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 always farewell 
positively last performance then come up smiling again generous to a 
fault 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 l 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 other he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo as he 
told stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender 
 
 he took umbrage at something or other that muchinjured but on the 
whole eventempered person declared i let slip he called me a jew and 
in a heated fashion offensively so i without deviating from plain facts 
in the least told him his god i mean christ was a jew too and all his 
family like me 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 with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to 
glean in a kind of a way that it wasn t all exactly 
 
 ex quibus stephen mumbled in a noncommittal accent their two or 
four eyes conversing christus or bloom his name is or after all any 
other secundum carnem 
 
 of course mr b 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 
i resent violence and 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 
in the next house so to speak 
 
 memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes war stephen 
assented between skinner s alley and ormond market 
 
yes mr bloom thoroughly agreed entirely endorsing the remark that 
was overwhelmingly right and the whole world was 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 
 
all those wretched quarrels in his humble opinion stirring up 
bad blood from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind 
erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag were 
very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of 
everything greed and jealousy people never knowing when to stop 
 
 they accuse remarked he audibly 
 
he turned away from the others who probably and spoke nearer to so as 
the others in case they 
 
 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 would 
you be surprised to learn proves up to the hilt spain decayed when the 
inquisition hounded the jews out and england prospered when cromwell 
an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for 
imported them why because they are imbued with the proper spirit they 
are practical and are proved to be so i don t want to indulge in any 
because you know the standard works on the subject and then orthodox as 
you are but in the economic not touching religion domain the priest 
spells poverty spain again you saw in the war compared with goahead 
america turks it s in the dogma because if they didn t believe they d 
go straight to heaven when they die they d try to live better at least 
so i think that s the juggle on which the p p s raise the wind on false 
pretences i m he resumed 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 pounds 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 smattering 
of in our classical days in alma mater vita bene where you can live 
well the sense is if you work 
 
over his untastable 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 morning 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 if you work 
 
 count me out he managed to remark meaning work 
 
the eyes were surprised at this observation because as he the person 
who owned them pro tem observed or rather his voice speaking did all 
must work have to together 
 
 i mean of course the other hastened to affirm work in the widest 
possible sense also literary labour not merely for the kudos of 
the thing writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel 
nowadays that s work too important work after all from the little 
i know of you after all the money expended on your education 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 saint patrice 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 queried mr bloom bending fancying he was perhaps under 
some misapprehension excuse me unfortunately i didn t catch the 
latter portion what was it you 
 
stephen patently crosstempered repeated and shoved aside his mug of 
coffee or whatever you like to call it none too politely adding 
 
 we can t change the country let us change the subject 
 
at this pertinent suggestion mr bloom to change the subject 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 the fumes of 
his recent orgy spoke then with some asperity in a curious bitter way 
foreign to his sober state probably the homelife to which mr b attached 
the utmost importance had not been all that was needful or he hadn t 
been familiarised with the right sort of people with a touch of fear 
for the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an air 
of some consternation 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 brilliantly nipped in the 
bud of premature decay and nobody to blame but themselves for instance 
there was the case of o callaghan for one the halfcrazy faddist 
respectably connected though of inadequate means with his mad vagaries 
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 denouement 
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 criminal law amendment act 
certain names of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged 
for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick of brains briefly 
putting two and two together six sixteen which he pointedly turned a 
deaf ear to antonio and so forth jockeys and esthetes and the tattoo 
which was all the go in the seventies or thereabouts even in the house 
of lords 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 
as the law stands was terribly down on though not for the reason they 
thought they were probably whatever it was except women chiefly who were 
always fiddling more or less at one another 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 filip 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 felt it was his interest and duty even 
to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could 
not exactly tell being as it was already several shillings to the 
bad having in fact let himself in for it still to cultivate the 
acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food 
for reflection would amply repay any small intellectual stimulation 
as such 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 of 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 especially as the lives of the submerged tenth viz 
coalminers divers scavengers etc 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 suppose he were to pen something out of the common 
groove as he fully intended doing at the rate of one guinea per 
column my experiences let us say in a cabman s shelter 
 
the pink edition extra sporting of the telegraph tell a graphic lie 
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 a boudin find the captain s age his eyes went aimlessly 
over the respective captions which came under his special province 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 
tokio lovemaking in irish pounds damages gordon bennett 
emigration swindle letter from his grace william ascot meeting 
the gold cup victory of outsider throwaway recalls derby of when 
capt marshall s dark horse sir hugo captured the blue ribband at long 
odds new york disaster thousand lives lost foot and mouth funeral of 
the late mr patrick dignam 
 
so to change the subject he read about dignam r i p which he 
reflected was anything but a gay sendoff or a change of address 
anyway 
 
 this morning hynes put it in of course the remains of the late mr 
patrick dignam were removed from his residence no newbridge avenue 
sandymount for interment in glasnevin the deceased gentleman was a 
most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise after a 
brief illness came as a 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 certainly hynes wrote it with 
a nudge from corny by messrs h j o neill and son north strand 
road the mourners included patk dignam son bernard corrigan 
 brother in law jno henry menton solr martin cunningham john 
power eatondph ador dorador douradora must be where he called 
monks the dayfather about keyes s ad thomas kernan simon dedalus 
stephen dedalus b edw j lambert cornelius t kelleher joseph 
m c hynes l boom cp m coy m lntosh and several others 
 
nettled not a little by l boom as it incorrectly stated and the 
line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by c p m coy 
and stephen dedalus b a who were conspicuous needless to say by 
their total absence to say nothing of m intosh l boom pointed it 
out to his companion b a 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 as soon as his bottom 
jaw would let him in text open thy mouth and put thy foot in it 
 
 it is really 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 overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit 
flabbergasted at myles crawford s after all managing to there 
 
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 value sovs with sovs in specie added for entire 
colts and fillies mr f alexander s throwaway b h by rightaway 
 yrs st lbs w lane lord howard de walden s zinfandel m 
cannon z mr w bass s sceptre betting to on zinfandel 
 to throwaway off sceptre a shade heavier to on 
 zinfandel to throwaway off throwaway and zinfandel 
stood close order it was anybody s race then the rank outsider drew to 
the fore got long lead beating lord howard de walden s chestnut 
colt and mr w bass s bay filly sceptre on a mile course winner 
trained by braime so that lenehan s version of the business was all pure 
buncombe secured the verdict cleverly by a length sovs with 
 in specie also ran j 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 gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing 
though as the event turned out 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 said 
 
 who the other whose hand by the way was hurt said 
 
one morning you would open the paper the cabman affirmed and read 
 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 committee room no until he was his old self again with 
no one to point a finger 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 and 
not singly but in their thousands and then complete oblivion because it 
was twenty odd years highly unlikely of course 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 fortnight 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 
even before 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 so the 
remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of 
possibility naturally then it would prey on his mind as a born leader 
of men which undoubtedly he was and a commanding figure a sixfooter 
or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet whereas 
messrs so and so 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 
and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual 
mudslinging and the identical same with murderers you had to come 
back that haunting sense kind of drew you to show the understudy in 
the title r le 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 exterior notwithstanding 
the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip what s 
bred in the bone still as regards return you were a lucky dog if 
they didn t set the terrier at you directly you got back then a lot of 
shillyshally usually followed 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 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 as the evidence went to show 
and there was a tattoo mark too in indian ink lord bellew was it as 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 excuse me my name is so and so or some such commonplace 
remark a more prudent course as 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 all the same the soi disant townclerk henry 
campbell remarked and plenty of her she loosened many a man s thighs 
i seen her picture in a barber s the husband was a captain or an 
officer 
 
 ay skin the goat amusingly added he was and a cottonball one 
 
this gratuitous contribution of a humorous character occasioned a fair 
amount of laughter among his entourage as regards bloom he without 
the faintest suspicion of a smile merely gazed in the direction of 
the door and 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 full of sweet nothings first it was strictly platonic till 
nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them till 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 however who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall 
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 favourite 
where was the particular necessity to proclaim it to the rank and file 
from the housetops the fact namely that he had shared her bedroom 
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 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 with 
nothing in common between them beyond the name 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 the 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 poser 
though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with 
affection carried away by a wave of folly a magnificent specimen of 
manhood he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a high order as 
compared with the other military supernumerary that is who was just the 
usual everyday farewell my gallant captain kind of an individual in 
the light dragoons the th hussars to be accurate and inflammable 
doubtless the fallen leader that is not the other in his own 
peculiar way which she of course woman quickly perceived as highly 
likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair to do till the 
priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole his erstwhile staunch 
adherents 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 much in the same way as the fabled ass s kick looking 
back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of 
dream and then 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 strand a locality he 
had not been in for quite a number of years looked different somehow 
since as it happened he went to reside on the north side north or 
south 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 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 with glowing bosom said to 
stephen about blood and the sun and if i don t greatly mistake 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 
 
 was she bloom ejaculated surprised though not astonished by any 
means i never heard that rumour before possible especially there it 
was as she lived there so spain 
 
carefully avoiding a book in his pocket sweets of which reminded him 
by the by of that cap l street library book out of date he took out his 
pocketbook and turning over the various contents it contained rapidly 
finally he 
 
 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 with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she 
was in the full bloom of womanhood 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 and some perfect teeth standing 
near ostensibly with gravity a piano on the rest of which was in old 
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 donna madam marion tweedy bloom 
indicated taken a few years since in or about ninety six 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 it was a speaking 
likeness in expression but it did not do justice to her figure 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 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 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 all the rest yes 
puritanisme it does though saint joseph s sovereign thievery alors 
 bandez figne toi trop whereas no photo could because it simply 
wasn t art in a word 
 
the spirit moving him 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 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 though it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet 
wonderfully cool for the season considering for sunshine after storm 
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 he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased 
by opulent curves none the worse for wear however and looked away 
thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the 
other s possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving 
 embonpoint in fact the slight soiling was only an added charm like 
the case of linen slightly soiled good as new much better in fact 
with the starch out suppose she was gone when he 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 
 distingu and impulsive into the bargain far and away the pick of the 
bunch though you wouldn t think he had it in him yet you would besides 
he said the picture was handsome which say what you like it was 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 gutterpress 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 
compromising expressions leaving no loophole 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 proctor tries to show 
cause why and he failing to quash it nisi was made absolute but as 
for that 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 solicitor who filed a petition for 
the party wronged in due course he b enjoyed the distinction of being 
close to erin s uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on 
the historic fracas when the fallen leader s who notoriously stuck to 
his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery 
 leader s trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or 
possibly even more than that penetrated into the printing works of the 
 insuppressible or no it was united ireland a by no means by the 
by 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 
occupation reflecting on the erstwhile tribune s private morals though 
palpably a radically altered man he was still a commanding figure though 
carelessly garbed as usual 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 clay after placing him upon a 
pedestal 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 a silk one 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 panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away 
from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born with a 
stake in the country 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 
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 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 
 
on the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes 
of the cabman and so on 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 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 with tears in her eyes though 
possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time as quite 
possibly there were several others he personally being of a sceptical 
bias believed and didn t make the smallest bones about saying so either 
that man or men in the plural 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 life and was on 
for a little flutter in polite debauchery 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 blessed with an allowance of 
brains as his neighbour obviously was should waste his valuable time 
with profligate women 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 when 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 bi or 
triweekly with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying 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 but something substantial he certainly 
ought to eat even were it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal 
nutriment or failing that the homely humpty dumpty boiled 
 
 at what o clock did you dine he questioned of the slim form and tired 
though unwrinkled face 
 
 some time yesterday stephen said 
 
 yesterday exclaimed bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow 
friday ah you mean it s after twelve 
 
 the day before yesterday stephen said improving on himself 
 
literally astounded at this piece of intelligence bloom reflected 
though they didn t see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there 
somehow was 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 foster 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 when the 
evicted tenants question then at its first inception bulked largely in 
people s mind 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 at all events was in 
thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern 
opinion a partiality however which realising his mistake he was 
subsequently partially cured of and even was twitted with going a 
step farther 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 by our 
friend 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 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 upon weighing up the pros and cons getting on for one 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 not that the cases were either identical or 
the reverse though he had hurt his hand too to ontario terrace 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 everything pointed to the fact that it behoved him 
to avail himself to the full of the opportunity all things considered 
his initial impression was he was a shade 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 put 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 at least he would be in safe hands and as warm as 
a toast on a trivet he failed to perceive 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 
where age was no bar 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 
betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of large 
potations of potheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who 
he in reality was let x equal my right name and address as mr algebra 
remarks passim at the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle 
repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his god 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 your god was a jew because mostly they appeared to imagine he 
came from carrick on shannon or somewhereabouts in the county sligo 
 
 i propose our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while 
prudently pocketing her photo as it s rather stuffy here you just come 
home with me and talk things over my diggings are quite close in the 
vicinity you can t drink that stuff do you like cocoa wait 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 keeper 
of the shanty who didn t seem to 
 
 yes that s the best he assured stephen to whom for the matter of 
that brazen head or him or anywhere else was all more or less 
 
all kinds of utopian plans were flashing through his b s busy brain 
education the genuine article literature journalism prize titbits 
up to date billing concert tours in english watering resorts packed 
with hydros and seaside theatres turning money away duets in italian 
with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other 
things no necessity of course to tell the world and his wife from the 
housetops about it and a slice of luck an opening was all was wanted 
because he more than suspected he had his father s voice to bank his 
hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had 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 
 
the cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former 
viceroy earl 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 sir anthony macdonnell 
had left euston for the chief secretary s lodge or words to that effect 
to which absorbing 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 townclerk 
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 the arabian nights entertainment was my favourite 
and red as a rose is she 
 
hereupon 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 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 seat 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 due was forthcoming making a 
grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in 
four coppers literally the last of the mohicans he having previously 
spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him 
in unmistakable figures coffee d confectionery do and honestly well 
worth twice the money once in a way as wetherup used to remark 
 
 come he counselled to close the s ance 
 
seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear they left the 
shelter or shanty together and the lite 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 the door 
 
 one thing i never understood he said to be original on the spur of 
the moment why they put tables upside down at night i mean chairs 
upside down on the tables in cafes 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 frankly at the same 
time apologetic to get on his companion s right a habit of his by the 
bye his 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 
come 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 because he thought he felt a strange 
kind of flesh of a different man approach him sinewless and wobbly and 
all that 
 
anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stones brazier etc where 
the municipal supernumerary ex gumley 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 the 
analogy was not at all bad 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 turned on to chatting about music a form of art for which 
bloom as a pure amateur possessed the greatest love as they made 
tracks arm in arm across beresford place 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 and mozart s twelfth mass 
he simply revelled in the gloria in that being to his mind 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 greatly adding to her other laureis and 
putting the others totally in the shade in the jesuit fathers church 
in upper gardiner street 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 suffice it 
to say in a place of worship for music of a sacred character there was 
a generally voiced desire for an encore on the whole though favouring 
preferably light opera of the don giovanni description and martha 
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 which curiously enough he had heard 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 sing it but launched 
out into praises of shakespeare s songs at least of in or about that 
period the lutenist dowland who lived in fetter lane near gerard the 
herbalist who anno ludendo hausi doulandus an instrument he was 
contemplating purchasing from mr arnold dolmetsch whom b did not quite 
recall though the name certainly sounded familiar for sixtyfive guineas 
and farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and byrd 
 william who played the virginals he said in the queen s chapel 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 swingchains 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 the horse slowly swerved to turn which perceiving bloom 
who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual plucked the other s sleeve 
gently jocosely remarking 
 
 our lives are in peril tonight beware of the steamroller 
 
they thereupon stopped bloom looked at the head of a horse not worth 
anything like sixtyfive guineas suddenly in evidence in the dark quite 
near so that it seemed new a different grouping of bones and even flesh 
because palpably it was a fourwalker a hipshaker a blackbuttocker a 
taildangler a headhanger 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 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 foolish 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 whale with a 
harpoon hairpin alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees the 
joke chalk a circle for a rooster tiger my eagle eye these timely 
reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind somewhat 
distracted from stephen s words while the ship of the street was 
manoeuvring and stephen went on about the highly interesting old 
 
 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 handsome 
blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as 
he was perhaps not that way built 
 
still supposing he had his father s gift as he more than suspected 
it opened up new vistas in his mind such as lady fingall s irish 
industries concert on the preceding monday and aristocracy in general 
 
exquisite variations he was now describing on an 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 jeep 
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 which 
he did 
 
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 entr e into fashionable 
houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a large 
way of business and titled people where with his university degree of 
b a a huge ad in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all the more 
influence the good impression 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 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 in fact without 
giving the show away he himself once upon a time if he cared to could 
easily have added to which of course would be the pecuniary 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 but a step in the required direction it was beyond yea or 
nay 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 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 he could with all the cards in 
his hand 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 
street house given a backerup if one were forthcoming to kick him 
upstairs so to speak a big if however with some impetus of the 
goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often 
tripped up a too much f ted prince of good fellows and 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 with his vocal career or 
containing anything derogatory whatsoever 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 and later on at a propitious opportunity he 
purposed bloom did without anyway prying into his private affairs on 
the fools step in where angels principle advising him to sever his 
connection with a certain budding practitioner who he noticed was 
prone to disparage and even to a slight extent with some hilarious 
pretext when not present deprecate him or whatever you like to call it 
which in bloom s humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of 
a person s character no pun intended 
 
the horse having reached the end of his tether so to speak halted and 
rearing high a proud feathering tail added his quota by letting fall on 
the floor which the brush would soon brush up and polish three smoking 
globes of turds slowly three times one after another from a full 
crupper 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 street lower 
stephen singing more boldly but not loudly the end of the ballad 
 
 und alle schiffe br cken 
 
the driver never said a word good bad or indifferent but merely 
watched the two figures as he sat on his lowbacked car both black 
one full one lean walk towards the railway bridge to be married by 
father maher as they walked they at times stopped and walked again 
continuing their t te t te which of course he was utterly out 
of 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 seat near the end of lower gardiner street and 
looked after their lowbacked car 
 
 
 
what parallel courses did bloom and stephen follow returning 
 
starting united both at normal walking pace from beresford place they 
followed in the order named lower and middle gardiner streets and 
mountjoy square west then at reduced pace each bearing left 
gardiner s place by an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of 
temple street then at reduced pace with interruptions of halt bearing 
right temple street north as far as hardwicke place approaching 
disparate at relaxed walking pace they crossed both the circus before 
george s church diametrically the chord in any circle being less than 
the arc which it subtends 
 
 
of what did the duumvirate deliberate during their itinerary 
 
music literature ireland dublin paris friendship woman 
prostitution diet the influence of gaslight or the light of arc and 
glowlamps on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees exposed 
corporation emergency dustbuckets the roman catholic church 
ecclesiastical celibacy the irish nation jesuit education careers 
the study of medicine the past day the maleficent influence of the 
presabbath stephen s collapse 
 
did bloom discover common factors of similarity between their respective 
like and unlike reactions to experience 
 
both were sensitive to artistic impressions musical in preference to 
plastic or pictorial both preferred a continental to an insular manner 
of life a cisatlantic to a transatlantic place of residence both 
indurated by early domestic training and an inherited tenacity of 
heterodox resistance professed their disbelief in many orthodox 
religious national social and ethical doctrines both admitted 
the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of heterosexual 
magnetism 
 
 
were their views on some points divergent 
 
stephen dissented openly from bloom s views on the importance of dietary 
and civic selfhelp while bloom dissented tacitly from stephen s views 
on the eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in literature bloom 
assented covertly to stephen s rectification of the anachronism 
involved in assigning the date of the conversion of the irish nation to 
christianity from druidism by patrick son of calpornus son of potitus 
son of odyssus sent by pope celestine i in the year in the reign of 
leary to the year or thereabouts in the reign of cormac macart died 
 a d suffocated by imperfect deglutition of aliment at sletty 
and interred at rossnaree the collapse which bloom ascribed to 
gastric inanition and certain chemical compounds of varying degrees of 
adulteration and alcoholic strength accelerated by mental exertion and 
the velocity of rapid circular motion in a relaxing atmosphere stephen 
attributed to the reapparition of a matutinal cloud perceived by both 
from two different points of observation sandycove and dublin at first 
no bigger than a woman s hand 
 
 
was there one point on which their views were equal and negative 
 
the influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of adjoining 
paraheliotropic trees 
 
 
had bloom discussed similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in 
the past 
 
in with owen goldberg and cecil turnbull at night on public 
thoroughfares between longwood avenue and leonard s corner and leonard s 
corner and synge street and synge street and bloomfield avenue 
 
in with percy apjohn in the evenings reclined against the wall 
between gibraltar villa and bloomfield house in crumlin barony 
of uppercross in occasionally with casual acquaintances and 
prospective purchasers on doorsteps in front parlours in third class 
railway carriages of suburban lines in frequently with major brian 
tweedy and his daughter miss marion tweedy together and separately on 
the lounge in matthew dillon s house in roundtown once in and once 
in with julius juda mastiansky on both occasions in the parlour 
of his bloom s house in lombard street west 
 
 
what reflection concerning the irregular sequence of dates 
 did bloom make before their arrival at 
their destination 
 
he reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual 
development and experience was regressively accompanied by a restriction 
of the converse domain of interindividual relations 
 
 
as in what ways 
 
from inexistence to existence he came to many and was as one received 
existence with existence he was with any as any with any from existence 
to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived 
 
what act did bloom make on their arrival at their destination 
 
at the housesteps of the th of the equidifferent uneven numbers number 
 eccles street he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket 
of his trousers to obtain his latchkey 
 
 
was it there 
 
it was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on 
the day but one preceding 
 
 
why was he doubly irritated 
 
because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded 
himself twice not to forget 
 
 
what were then the alternatives before the premeditatedly 
 respectively and inadvertently keyless couple 
 
to enter or not to enter to knock or not to knock 
 
 
bloom s decision 
 
a stratagem resting his feet on the dwarf wall he climbed over the 
area railings compressed his hat on his head grasped two points at 
the lower union of rails and stiles lowered his body gradually by its 
length of five feet nine inches and a half to within two feet ten inches 
of the area pavement and allowed his body to move freely in space by 
separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for 
the impact of the fall 
 
 
did he fall 
 
by his body s known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in 
avoirdupois measure as certified by the graduated machine for 
periodical selfweighing in the premises of francis froedman 
pharmaceutical chemist of frederick street north on the last feast 
of the ascension to wit the twelfth day of may of the bissextile year 
one thousand nine hundred and four of the christian era jewish era five 
thousand six hundred and sixtyfour mohammadan era one thousand three 
hundred and twentytwo golden number epact solar cycle 
dominical letters c b roman indiction julian period mcmiv 
 
 
did he rise uninjured by concussion 
 
regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by 
the impact raised the latch of the area door by the exertion of force 
at its freely moving flange and by leverage of the first kind applied 
at its fulcrum gained retarded access to the kitchen through the 
subadjacent scullery ignited a lucifer match by friction set free 
inflammable coal gas by turningon the ventcock lit a high flame which 
by regulating he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a 
portable candle 
 
 
what discrete succession of images did stephen meanwhile perceive 
 
reclined against the area railings he perceived through the transparent 
kitchen panes a man regulating a gasflame of cp a man lighting a 
candle of cp a man removing in turn each of his two boots a man 
leaving the kitchen holding a candle 
 
 
did the man reappear elsewhere 
 
after a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his candle was discernible 
through the semitransparent semicircular glass fanlight over the 
halldoor the halldoor turned gradually on its hinges in the open space 
of the doorway the man reappeared without his hat with his candle 
 
 
did stephen obey his sign 
 
yes entering softly he helped to close and chain the door and followed 
softly along the hallway the man s back and listed feet and lighted 
candle past a lighted crevice of doorway on the left and carefully down 
a turning staircase of more than five steps into the kitchen of bloom s 
house 
 
 
what did bloom do 
 
he extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its 
flame drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the hearthstone one for 
stephen with its back to the area window the other for himself when 
necessary knelt on one knee composed in the grate a pyre of crosslaid 
resintipped sticks and various coloured papers and irregular polygons 
of best abram coal at twentyone shillings a ton from the yard of messrs 
flower and m donald of d olier street kindled it at three projecting 
points of paper with one ignited lucifer match thereby releasing 
the potential energy contained in the fuel by allowing its carbon and 
hydrogen elements to enter into free union with the oxygen of the air 
 
 
of what similar apparitions did stephen think 
 
of others elsewhere in other times who kneeling on one knee or on two 
had kindled fires for him of brother michael in the infirmary of the 
college of the society of jesus at clongowes wood sallins in the 
county of kildare of his father simon dedalus in an unfurnished room 
of his first residence in dublin number thirteen fitzgibbon street 
of his godmother miss kate morkan in the house of her dying sister miss 
julia morkan at usher s island of his aunt sara wife of richie 
 richard goulding in the kitchen of their lodgings at clanbrassil 
street of his mother mary wife of simon dedalus in the kitchen of 
number twelve north richmond street on the morning of the feast of 
saint francis xavier of the dean of studies father butt in the 
physics theatre of university college stephen s green north of 
his sister dilly delia in his father s house in cabra 
 
 
what did stephen see on raising his gaze to the height of a yard from 
the fire towards the opposite wall 
 
under a row of five coiled spring housebells a curvilinear rope 
stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the recess beside the 
chimney pier from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs 
folded unattached consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of 
ladies grey hose with lisle suspender tops and feet in their habitual 
position clamped by three erect wooden pegs two at their outer 
extremities and the third at their point of junction 
 
 
what did bloom see on the range 
 
on the right smaller hob a blue enamelled saucepan on the left 
 larger hob a black iron kettle 
 
 
what did bloom do at the range 
 
he removed the saucepan to the left hob rose and carried the iron 
kettle to the sink in order to tap the current by turning the faucet to 
let it flow 
 
 
did it flow 
 
yes from roundwood reservoir in county wicklow of a cubic capacity of 
 million gallons percolating through a subterranean aqueduct of 
filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial 
plant cost of pounds per linear yard by way of the dargle rathdown 
glen of the downs and callowhill to the acre reservoir at stillorgan 
a distance of statute miles and thence through a system of 
relieving tanks by a gradient of feet to the city boundary at 
eustace bridge upper leeson street though from prolonged summer drouth 
and daily supply of million gallons the water had fallen below 
the sill of the overflow weir for which reason the borough surveyor and 
waterworks engineer mr spencer harty c e on the instructions of 
the waterworks committee had prohibited the use of municipal water for 
purposes other than those of consumption envisaging the possibility of 
recourse being had to the impotable water of the grand and royal canals 
as in particularly as the south dublin guardians notwithstanding 
their ration of gallons per day per pauper supplied through a inch 
meter had been convicted of a wastage of gallons per night by 
a reading of their meter on the affirmation of the law agent of 
the corporation mr ignatius rice solicitor thereby acting to the 
detriment of another section of the public selfsupporting taxpayers 
solvent sound 
 
what in water did bloom waterlover drawer of water watercarrier 
returning to the range admire 
 
its universality its democratic equality and constancy to its nature 
in seeking its own level its vastness in the ocean of mercator s 
projection its unplumbed profundity in the sundam trench of the pacific 
exceeding fathoms the restlessness of its waves and surface 
particles visiting in turn all points of its seaboard the independence 
of its units the variability of states of sea its hydrostatic 
quiescence in calm its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides 
its subsidence after devastation its sterility in the circumpolar 
icecaps arctic and antarctic its climatic and commercial significance 
its preponderance of to over the dry land of the globe its 
indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the region 
below the subequatorial tropic of capricorn the multisecular stability 
of its primeval basin its luteofulvous bed its capacity to dissolve 
and hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of 
tons of the most precious metals its slow erosions of peninsulas and 
islands its persistent formation of homothetic islands peninsulas 
and downwardtending promontories its alluvial deposits its weight and 
volume and density its imperturbability in lagoons and highland tarns 
its gradation of colours in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones 
its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and 
confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic 
currents gulfstream north and south equatorial courses its violence 
in seaquakes waterspouts artesian wells eruptions torrents eddies 
freshets spates groundswells watersheds waterpartings geysers 
cataracts whirlpools maelstroms inundations deluges cloudbursts 
its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve its secrecy in springs and 
latent humidity revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments 
and exemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at ashtown 
gate saturation of air distillation of dew the simplicity of its 
composition two constituent parts of hydrogen with one constituent part 
of oxygen its healing virtues its buoyancy in the waters of the dead 
sea its persevering penetrativeness in runnels gullies inadequate 
dams leaks on shipboard its properties for cleansing quenching thirst 
and fire nourishing vegetation its infallibility as paradigm and 
paragon its metamorphoses as vapour mist cloud rain sleet snow 
hail its strength in rigid hydrants its variety of forms in loughs 
and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and atolls and 
archipelagos and sounds and fjords and minches and tidal estuaries and 
arms of sea its solidity in glaciers icebergs icefloes its docility 
in working hydraulic millwheels turbines dynamos electric power 
stations bleachworks tanneries scutchmills its utility in canals 
rivers if navigable floating and graving docks its potentiality 
derivable from harnessed tides or watercourses falling from level 
to level its submarine fauna and flora anacoustic photophobe 
numerically if not literally the inhabitants of the globe its 
ubiquity as constituting percent of the human body the noxiousness 
of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes pestilential fens faded 
flowerwater stagnant pools in the waning moon 
 
 
having set the halffilled kettle on the now burning coals why did he 
return to the stillflowing tap 
 
to wash his soiled hands with a partially consumed tablet of 
barrington s lemonflavoured soap to which paper still adhered bought 
thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for in fresh 
cold neverchanging everchanging water and dry them face and hands in a 
long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller 
 
 
what reason did stephen give for declining bloom s offer 
 
that he was hydrophobe hating partial contact by immersion or total by 
submersion in cold water his last bath having taken place in the month 
of october of the preceding year disliking the aqueous substances of 
glass and crystal distrusting aquacities of thought and language 
 
 
what impeded bloom from giving stephen counsels of hygiene and 
prophylactic to which should be added suggestions concerning a 
preliminary wetting of the head and contraction of the muscles with 
rapid splashing of the face and neck and thoracic and epigastric region 
in case of sea or river bathing the parts of the human anatomy most 
sensitive to cold being the nape stomach and thenar or sole of foot 
 
the incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius 
 
 
what additional didactic counsels did he similarly repress 
 
dietary concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric 
energy in bacon salt ling and butter the absence of the former in the 
lastnamed and the abundance of the latter in the firstnamed 
 
 
which seemed to the host to be the predominant qualities of his guest 
 
confidence in himself an equal and opposite power of abandonment and 
recuperation 
 
 
what concomitant phenomenon took place in the vessel of liquid by the 
agency of fire 
 
the phenomenon of ebullition fanned by a constant updraught of 
ventilation between the kitchen and the chimneyflue ignition was 
communicated from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral 
masses of bituminous coal containing in compressed mineral form the 
foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had in turn 
derived their vegetative existence from the sun primal source of heat 
 radiant transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous 
ether heat convected a mode of motion developed by such 
combustion was constantly and increasingly conveyed from the source 
of calorification to the liquid contained in the vessel being radiated 
through the uneven unpolished dark surface of the metal iron in part 
reflected in part absorbed in part transmitted gradually raising 
the temperature of the water from normal to boiling point a rise in 
temperature expressible as the result of an expenditure of thermal 
units needed to raise pound of water from degrees to degrees 
fahrenheit 
 
 
what announced the accomplishment of this rise in temperature 
 
a double falciform ejection of water vapour from under the kettlelid at 
both sides simultaneously 
 
 
for what personal purpose could bloom have applied the water so boiled 
 
to shave himself 
 
 
what advantages attended shaving by night 
 
a softer beard a softer brush if intentionally allowed to remain from 
shave to shave in its agglutinated lather a softer skin if unexpectedly 
encountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours 
quiet reflections upon the course of the day a cleaner sensation when 
awaking after a fresher sleep since matutinal noises premonitions and 
perturbations a clattered milkcan a postman s double knock a paper 
read reread while lathering relathering the same spot a shock a 
shoot with thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might 
cause a faster rate of shaving and a nick on which incision plaster with 
precision cut and humected and applied adhered which was to be done 
 
 
why did absence of light disturb him less than presence of noise 
 
because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine 
feminine passive active hand 
 
 
what quality did it his hand possess but with what counteracting 
influence 
 
the operative surgical quality but that he was reluctant to shed human 
blood even when the end justified the means preferring in their 
natural order heliotherapy psychophysicotherapeutics osteopathic 
surgery 
 
 
what lay under exposure on the lower middle and upper shelves of the 
kitchen dresser opened by bloom 
 
on the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates six horizontal 
breakfast saucers on which rested inverted breakfast cups a 
moustachecup uninverted and saucer of crown derby four white 
goldrimmed eggcups an open shammy purse displaying coins mostly 
copper and a phial of aromatic violet comfits on the middle shelf 
a chipped eggcup containing pepper a drum of table salt four 
conglomerated black olives in oleaginous paper an empty pot of 
plumtree s potted meat an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and 
containing one jersey pear a halfempty bottle of william gilbey and 
co s white invalid port half disrobed of its swathe of coralpink tissue 
paper a packet of epps s soluble cocoa five ounces of anne lynch s 
choice tea at per lb in a crinkled leadpaper bag a cylindrical 
canister containing the best crystallised lump sugar two onions one 
the larger spanish entire the other smaller irish bisected with 
augmented surface and more redolent a jar of irish model dairy s cream 
a jug of brown crockery containing a naggin and a quarter of soured 
adulterated milk converted by heat into water acidulous serum and 
semisolidified curds which added to the quantity subtracted for mr 
bloom s and mrs fleming s breakfasts made one imperial pint the total 
quantity originally delivered two cloves a halfpenny and a small dish 
containing a slice of fresh ribsteak on the upper shelf a battery of 
jamjars empty of various sizes and proveniences 
 
 
what attracted his attention lying on the apron of the dresser 
 
four polygonal fragments of two lacerated scarlet betting tickets 
numbered 
 
 
what reminiscences temporarily corrugated his brow 
 
reminiscences of coincidences truth stranger than fiction 
preindicative of the result of the gold cup flat handicap the official 
and definitive result of which he had read in the evening telegraph 
late pink edition in the cabman s shelter at butt bridge 
 
 
where had previous intimations of the result effected or projected 
been received by him 
 
in bernard kiernan s licensed premises and little britain 
street in david byrne s licensed premises duke street in o connell 
street lower outside graham lemon s when a dark man had placed in 
his hand a throwaway subsequently thrown away advertising elijah 
restorer of the church in zion in lincoln place outside the premises of 
f w sweny and co limited dispensing chemists when when frederick 
m bantam lyons had rapidly and successively requested perused and 
restituted the copy of the current issue of the freeman s journal and 
national press which he had been about to throw away subsequently 
thrown away he had proceeded towards the oriental edifice of 
the turkish and warm baths leinster street with the light of 
inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in his arms the 
secret of the race graven in the language of prediction 
 
what qualifying considerations allayed his perturbations 
 
the difficulties of interpretation since the significance of any event 
followed its occurrence as variably as the acoustic report followed the 
electrical discharge and of counterestimating against an actual loss 
by failure to interpret the total sum of possible losses proceeding 
originally from a successful interpretation 
 
 
his mood 
 
he had not risked he did not expect he had not been disappointed he 
was satisfied 
 
 
what satisfied him 
 
to have sustained no positive loss to have brought a positive gain to 
others light to the gentiles 
 
 
how did bloom prepare a collation for a gentile 
 
he poured into two teacups two level spoonfuls four in all of epps s 
soluble cocoa and proceeded according to the directions for use printed 
on the label to each adding after sufficient time for infusion the 
prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the manner and in the quantity 
prescribed 
 
 
what supererogatory marks of special hospitality did the host show his 
guest 
 
relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the moustache cup of imitation 
crown derby presented to him by his only daughter millicent milly 
he substituted a cup identical with that of his guest and served 
extraordinarily to his guest and in reduced measure to himself the 
viscous cream ordinarily reserved for the breakfast of his wife marion 
 molly 
 
 
was the guest conscious of and did he acknowledge these marks of 
hospitality 
 
his attention was directed to them by his host jocosely and he accepted 
them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence epps s massproduct 
the creature cocoa 
 
 
were there marks of hospitality which he contemplated but suppressed 
reserving them for another and for himself on future occasions to 
complete the act begun 
 
the reparation of a fissure of the length of inches in the right 
side of his guest s jacket a gift to his guest of one of the four 
lady s handkerchiefs if and when ascertained to be in a presentable 
condition 
 
 
who drank more quickly 
 
bloom having the advantage of ten seconds at the initiation and taking 
from the concave surface of a spoon along the handle of which a steady 
flow of heat was conducted three sips to his opponent s one six to 
two nine to three 
 
 
what cerebration accompanied his frequentative act 
 
concluding by inspection but erroneously that his silent companion was 
engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasures derived from 
literature of instruction rather than of amusement as he himself had 
applied to the works of william shakespeare more than once for the 
solution of difficult problems in imaginary or real life 
 
 
had he found their solution 
 
in spite of careful and repeated reading of certain classical passages 
aided by a glossary he had derived imperfect conviction from the text 
the answers not bearing in all points 
 
 
what lines concluded his first piece of original verse written by him 
potential poet at the age of in on the occasion of the offering 
of three prizes of and respectively for competition by the 
 shamrock a weekly newspaper 
 
 an ambition to squint 
 at my verses in print 
 makes me hope that for these you ll find room 
 if you so condescend 
 then please place at the end 
 the name of yours truly l bloom 
 
did he find four separating forces between his temporary guest and him 
 
name age race creed 
 
 
what anagrams had he made on his name in youth 
 
 leopold bloom 
 ellpodbomool 
 molldopeloob 
 bollopedoom 
 old ollebo m p 
 
 
what acrostic upon the abbreviation of his first name had he kinetic 
poet sent to miss marion molly tweedy on the february 
 
 poets oft have sung in rhyme 
 of music sweet their praise divine 
 let them hymn it nine times nine 
 dearer far than song or wine 
 you are mine the world is mine 
 
 
what had prevented him from completing a topical song music by r g 
johnston on the events of the past or fixtures for the actual years 
entitled if brian boru could but come back and see old dublin now 
commissioned by michael gunn lessee of the gaiety theatre 
 south king street and to be introduced into the sixth scene the 
valley of diamonds of the second edition january of the grand 
annual christmas pantomime sinbad the sailor produced by r shelton 
 december written by greenleaf whittier scenery by george 
a jackson and cecil hicks costumes by mrs and miss whelan under 
the personal supervision of mrs michael gunn ballets by jessie noir 
harlequinade by thomas otto and sung by nelly bouverist principal 
girl 
 
firstly oscillation between events of imperial and of local interest 
the anticipated diamond jubilee of queen victoria born acceded 
 and the posticipated opening of the new municipal fish market 
secondly apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the 
questions of the respective visits of their royal highnesses the 
duke and duchess of york real and of his majesty king brian boru 
 imaginary thirdly a conflict between professional etiquette and 
professional emulation concerning the recent erections of the grand 
lyric hall on burgh quay and the theatre royal in hawkins street 
fourthly distraction resultant from compassion for nelly bouverist s 
non intellectual non political non topical expression of countenance 
and concupiscence caused by nelly bouverist s revelations of white 
articles of non intellectual non political non topical underclothing 
while she nelly bouverist was in the articles fifthly the 
difficulties of the selection of appropriate music and humorous 
allusions from everybody s book of jokes pages and a laugh in 
every one sixthly the rhymes homophonous and cacophonous associated 
with the names of the new lord mayor daniel tallon the new high 
sheriff thomas pile and the new solicitorgeneral dunbar plunket 
barton 
 
 
what relation existed between their ages 
 
 years before in when bloom was of stephen s present age stephen 
was years after in when stephen would be of bloom s present 
age bloom would be in when bloom would be and stephen 
their ages initially in the ratio of to would be as to 
 the proportion increasing and the disparity diminishing according 
as arbitrary future years were added for if the proportion existing in 
 had continued immutable conceiving that to be possible till then 
 when stephen was bloom would be and in when stephen 
would be as bloom then was bloom would be while in when 
stephen would have attained the maximum postdiluvian age of bloom 
being years alive having been born in the year would have 
surpassed by years the maximum antediluvian age that of methusalah 
 years while if stephen would continue to live until he would 
attain that age in the year a d bloom would have been obliged to 
have been alive years having been obliged to have been born in 
the year b c 
 
 
what events might nullify these calculations 
 
the cessation of existence of both or either the inauguration of a 
new era or calendar the annihilation of the world and consequent 
extermination of the human species inevitable but impredictable 
 
 
how many previous encounters proved their preexisting acquaintance 
 
two the first in the lilacgarden of matthew dillon s house medina 
villa kimmage road roundtown in in the company of stephen s 
mother stephen being then of the age of and reluctant to give his 
hand in salutation the second in the coffeeroom of breslin s hotel on a 
rainy sunday in the january of in the company of stephen s father 
and stephen s granduncle stephen being then years older 
 
 
did bloom accept the invitation to dinner given then by the son and 
afterwards seconded by the father 
 
very gratefully with grateful appreciation with sincere appreciative 
gratitude in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret he declined 
 
 
did their conversation on the subject of these reminiscences reveal a 
third connecting link between them 
 
mrs riordan dante a widow of independent means had resided in the 
house of stephen s parents from september to december and 
had also resided during the years and in the city arms 
hotel owned by elizabeth o dowd of prussia street where during parts 
of the years and she had been a constant informant of bloom 
who resided also in the same hotel being at that time a clerk in the 
employment of joseph cuffe of smithfield for the superintendence of 
sales in the adjacent dublin cattle market on the north circular road 
 
 
had he performed any special corporal work of mercy for her 
 
he had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings an infirm widow 
of independent if limited means in her convalescent bathchair 
with slow revolutions of its wheels as far as the corner of the north 
circular road opposite mr gavin low s place of business where she had 
remained for a certain time scanning through his onelensed binocular 
fieldglasses unrecognisable citizens on tramcars roadster bicycles 
equipped with inflated pneumatic tyres hackney carriages tandems 
private and hired landaus dogcarts ponytraps and brakes passing from 
the city to the phoenix park and vice versa 
 
 
why could he then support that his vigil with the greater equanimity 
 
because in middle youth he had often sat observing through a rondel 
of bossed glass of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with 
continual changes of the thoroughfare without pedestrians quadrupeds 
velocipedes vehicles passing slowly quickly evenly round and round 
and round the rim of a round and round precipitous globe 
 
 
what distinct different memories had each of her now eight years 
deceased 
 
the older her bezique cards and counters her skye terrier her 
suppositious wealth her lapses of responsiveness and incipient 
catarrhal deafness the younger her lamp of colza oil before the statue 
of the immaculate conception her green and maroon brushes for charles 
stewart parnell and for michael davitt her tissue papers 
 
 
were there no means still remaining to him to achieve the rejuvenation 
which these reminiscences divulged to a younger companion rendered the 
more desirable 
 
the indoor exercises formerly intermittently practised subsequently 
abandoned prescribed in eugen sandow s physical strength and how to 
obtain it which designed particularly for commercial men engaged in 
sedentary occupations were to be made with mental concentration in 
front of a mirror so as to bring into play the various families of 
muscles and produce successively a pleasant rigidity a more pleasant 
relaxation and the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility 
 
 
had any special agility been his in earlier youth 
 
though ringweight lifting had been beyond his strength and the full 
circle gyration beyond his courage yet as a high school scholar he 
had excelled in his stable and protracted execution of the half lever 
movement on the parallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed 
abdominal muscles 
 
 
did either openly allude to their racial difference 
 
neither 
 
 
what reduced to their simplest reciprocal form were bloom s thoughts 
about stephen s thoughts about bloom and about stephen s thoughts about 
bloom s thoughts about stephen 
 
he thought that he thought that he was a jew whereas he knew that he 
knew that he knew that he was not 
 
 
what the enclosures of reticence removed were their respective 
parentages 
 
bloom only born male transubstantial heir of rudolf virag subsequently 
rudolph bloom of szombathely vienna budapest milan london and 
dublin and of ellen higgins second daughter of julius higgins born 
karoly and fanny higgins born hegarty stephen eldest surviving male 
consubstantial heir of simon dedalus of cork and dublin and of mary 
daughter of richard and christina goulding born grier 
 
 
had bloom and stephen been baptised and where and by whom cleric or 
layman 
 
bloom three times by the reverend mr gilmer johnston m a alone 
in the protestant church of saint nicholas without coombe by james 
o connor philip gilligan and james fitzpatrick together under a pump 
in the village of swords and by the reverend charles malone c c in 
the church of the three patrons rathgar stephen once by the reverend 
charles malone c c alone in the church of the three patrons 
rathgar 
 
 
did they find their educational careers similar 
 
substituting stephen for bloom stoom would have passed successively 
through a dame s school and the high school substituting bloom for 
stephen blephen would have passed successively through the preparatory 
junior middle and senior grades of the intermediate and through the 
matriculation first arts second arts and arts degree courses of the 
royal university 
 
 
why did bloom refrain from stating that he had frequented the university 
of life 
 
because of his fluctuating incertitude as to whether this observation 
had or had not been already made by him to stephen or by stephen to him 
 
 
what two temperaments did they individually represent 
 
the scientific the artistic 
 
 
what proofs did bloom adduce to prove that his tendency was towards 
applied rather than towards pure science 
 
certain possible inventions of which he had cogitated when reclining 
in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion stimulated by his 
appreciation of the importance of inventions now common but once 
revolutionary for example the aeronautic parachute the reflecting 
telescope the spiral corkscrew the safety pin the mineral water 
siphon the canal lock with winch and sluice the suction pump 
 
 
were these inventions principally intended for an improved scheme of 
kindergarten 
 
yes rendering obsolete popguns elastic airbladders games of hazard 
catapults they comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the 
twelve constellations of the zodiac from aries to pisces miniature 
mechanical orreries arithmetical gelatine lozenges geometrical 
to correspond with zoological biscuits globemap playing balls 
historically costumed dolls 
 
 
what also stimulated him in his cogitations 
 
the financial success achieved by ephraim marks and charles a james 
the former by his d bazaar at george s street south the latter 
at his d shop and world s fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 
henry street admission d children d and the infinite possibilities 
hitherto unexploited of the modern art of advertisement if condensed 
in triliteral monoideal symbols vertically of maximum visibility 
 divined horizontally of maximum legibility deciphered and of 
magnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention to interest to 
convince to decide 
 
 
such as 
 
k ii kino s trousers house of keys alexander j keyes 
 
 
such as not 
 
look at this long candle calculate when it burns out and you receive 
gratis pair of our special non compo boots guaranteed candle power 
address barclay and cook talbot street 
 
bacilikil insect powder veribest boot blacking uwantit combined 
pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrew nailfile and pipecleaner 
 
 
such as never 
 
what is home without plumtree s potted meat 
 
incomplete 
 
with it an abode of bliss 
 
manufactured by george plumtree merchants quay dublin put up in 
 oz pots and inserted by councillor joseph p nannetti m p rotunda 
ward hardwicke street under the obituary notices and anniversaries 
of deceases the name on the label is plumtree a plumtree in a meatpot 
registered trade mark beware of imitations peatmot trumplee moutpat 
plamtroo 
 
 
which example did he adduce to induce stephen to deduce that 
originality though producing its own reward does not invariably 
conduce to success 
 
his own ideated and rejected project of an illuminated showcart drawn 
by a beast of burden in which two smartly dressed girls were to be 
seated engaged in writing 
 
 
what suggested scene was then constructed by stephen 
 
solitary hotel in mountain pass autumn twilight fire lit in dark 
corner young man seated young woman enters restless solitary she 
sits she goes to window she stands she sits twilight she thinks 
on solitary hotel paper she writes she thinks she writes she sighs 
wheels and hoofs she hurries out he comes from his dark corner he 
seizes solitary paper he holds it towards fire twilight he reads 
solitary 
 
 
what 
 
in sloping upright and backhands queen s hotel queen s hotel queen s 
hotel queen s ho 
 
 
what suggested scene was then reconstructed by bloom 
 
the queen s hotel ennis county clare where rudolph bloom rudolf 
virag died on the evening of the june at some hour unstated 
in consequence of an overdose of monkshood aconite selfadministered in 
the form of a neuralgic liniment composed of parts of aconite liniment 
to i of chloroform liniment purchased by him at a m on the 
morning of june at the medical hall of francis dennehy 
church street ennis after having though not in consequence of having 
purchased at p m on the afternoon of june a new boater 
straw hat extra smart after having though not in consequence of 
having purchased at the hour and in the place aforesaid the toxin 
aforesaid at the general drapery store of james cullen main street 
ennis 
 
 
did he attribute this homonymity to information or coincidence or 
intuition 
 
coincidence 
 
 
did he depict the scene verbally for his guest to see 
 
he preferred himself to see another s face and listen to another s 
words by which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperament 
relieved 
 
 
did he see only a second coincidence in the second scene narrated to 
him described by the narrator as a pisgah sight of palestine or the 
parable of the plums 
 
it with the preceding scene and with others unnarrated but existent by 
implication to which add essays on various subjects or moral apothegms 
 e g my favourite hero or procrastination is the thief of time 
composed during schoolyears seemed to him to contain in itself and 
in conjunction with the personal equation certain possibilities of 
financial social personal and sexual success whether specially 
collected and selected as model pedagogic themes of cent per cent 
merit for the use of preparatory and junior grade students or 
contributed in printed form following the precedent of philip beaufoy 
or doctor dick or heblon s studies in blue to a publication of 
certified circulation and solvency or employed verbally as intellectual 
stimulation for sympathetic auditors tacitly appreciative of successful 
narrative and confidently augurative of successful achievement during 
the increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer solstice 
on the day but three following videlicet tuesday june s aloysius 
gonzaga sunrise a m sunset p m 
 
 
which domestic problem as much as if not more than any other 
frequently engaged his mind 
 
what to do with our wives 
 
 
what had been his hypothetical singular solutions 
 
parlour games dominos halma tiddledywinks spilikins cup and ball 
nap spoil five bezique twentyfive beggar my neighbour draughts 
chess or backgammon embroidery darning or knitting for the 
policeaided clothing society musical duets mandoline and guitar piano 
and flute guitar and piano legal scrivenery or envelope addressing 
biweekly visits to variety entertainments commercial activity as 
pleasantly commanding and pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in 
a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan the clandestine satisfaction of 
erotic irritation in masculine brothels state inspected and medically 
controlled social visits at regular infrequent prevented intervals 
and with regular frequent preventive superintendence to and from female 
acquaintances of recognised respectability in the vicinity courses of 
evening instruction specially designed to render liberal instruction 
agreeable 
 
 
what instances of deficient mental development in his wife inclined him 
in favour of the lastmentioned ninth solution 
 
in disoccupied moments she had more than once covered a sheet of paper 
with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated were greek and irish and 
hebrew characters she had interrogated constantly at varying intervals 
as to the correct method of writing the capital initial of the name of 
a city in canada quebec she understood little of political 
complications internal or balance of power external in calculating 
the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid 
after completion of laconic epistolary compositions she abandoned 
the implement of calligraphy in the encaustic pigment exposed to 
the corrosive action of copperas green vitriol and nutgall unusual 
polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by false 
analogy or by both metempsychosis met him pike hoses alias a 
mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture 
 
 
what compensated in the false balance of her intelligence for these and 
such deficiencies of judgment regarding persons places and things 
 
the false apparent parallelism of all perpendicular arms of all 
balances proved true by construction the counterbalance of her 
proficiency of judgment regarding one person proved true by experiment 
 
 
how had he attempted to remedy this state of comparative ignorance 
 
variously by leaving in a conspicuous place a certain book open at a 
certain page by assuming in her when alluding explanatorily latent 
knowledge by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other s 
ignorant lapse 
 
 
with what success had he attempted direct instruction 
 
she followed not all a part of the whole gave attention with interest 
comprehended with surprise with care repeated with greater difficulty 
remembered forgot with ease with misgiving reremembered rerepeated 
with error 
 
 
what system had proved more effective 
 
indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest 
 
 
example 
 
she disliked umbrella with rain he liked woman with umbrella she 
disliked new hat with rain he liked woman with new hat he bought new 
hat with rain she carried umbrella with new hat 
 
 
accepting the analogy implied in his guest s parable which examples of 
postexilic eminence did he adduce 
 
three seekers of the pure truth moses of egypt moses maimonides 
author of more nebukim guide of the perplexed and moses mendelssohn 
of such eminence that from moses of egypt to moses mendelssohn there 
arose none like moses maimonides 
 
 
what statement was made under correction by bloom concerning a fourth 
seeker of pure truth by name aristotle mentioned with permission by 
stephen 
 
that the seeker mentioned had been a pupil of a rabbinical philosopher 
name uncertain 
 
 
were other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the law and children of a 
selected or rejected race mentioned 
 
felix bartholdy mendelssohn composer baruch spinoza philosopher 
mendoza pugilist ferdinand lassalle reformer duellist 
 
 
what fragments of verse from the ancient hebrew and ancient irish 
languages were cited with modulations of voice and translation of texts 
by guest to host and by host to guest 
 
by stephen suil suil suil arun suil go siocair agus suil go cuin 
 walk walk walk your way walk in safety walk with care 
 
 
by bloom kkifeloch harimon rakatejch m baad l zamatejch thy temple 
amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate 
 
 
how was a glyphic comparison of the phonic symbols of both languages 
made in substantiation of the oral comparison 
 
by juxtaposition on the penultimate blank page of a book of inferior 
literary style entituled sweets of sin produced by bloom and so 
manipulated that its front cover came in contact with the surface of 
the table with a pencil supplied by stephen stephen wrote the irish 
characters for gee eh dee em simple and modified and bloom in turn 
wrote the hebrew characters ghimel aleph daleth and in the absence of 
mem a substituted qoph explaining their arithmetical values as ordinal 
and cardinal numbers videlicet and 
 
 
was the knowledge possessed by both of each of these languages the 
extinct and the revived theoretical or practical 
 
theoretical being confined to certain grammatical rules of accidence 
and syntax and practically excluding vocabulary 
 
 
what points of contact existed between these languages and between the 
peoples who spoke them 
 
the presence of guttural sounds diacritic aspirations epenthetic and 
servile letters in both languages their antiquity both having been 
taught on the plain of shinar years after the deluge in the seminary 
instituted by fenius farsaigh descendant of noah progenitor of israel 
and ascendant of heber and heremon progenitors of ireland their 
archaeological genealogical hagiographical exegetical homiletic 
toponomastic historical and religious literatures comprising the works 
of rabbis and culdees torah talmud mischna and ghemara massor 
pentateuch book of the dun cow book of ballymote garland of howth 
book of kells their dispersal persecution survival and revival the 
isolation of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto s 
mary s abbey and masshouse adam and eve s tavern the proscription 
of their national costumes in penal laws and jewish dress acts the 
restoration in chanah david of zion and the possibility of irish 
political autonomy or devolution 
 
 
what anthem did bloom chant partially in anticipation of that multiple 
ethnically irreducible consummation 
 
 kolod balejwaw pnimah 
 nefesch jehudi homijah 
 
 
why was the chant arrested at the conclusion of this first distich 
 
in consequence of defective mnemotechnic 
 
 
how did the chanter compensate for this deficiency 
 
by a periphrastic version of the general text 
 
 
in what common study did their mutual reflections merge 
 
the increasing simplification traceable from the egyptian epigraphic 
hieroglyphs to the greek and roman alphabets and the anticipation of 
modern stenography and telegraphic code in the cuneiform inscriptions 
 semitic and the virgular quinquecostate ogham writing celtic did 
the guest comply with his host s request 
 
doubly by appending his signature in irish and roman characters 
 
what was stephen s auditive sensation 
 
he heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation 
of the past 
 
 
what was bloom s visual sensation 
 
he saw in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a 
future 
 
 
what were stephen s and bloom s quasisimultaneous volitional 
quasisensations of concealed identities 
 
visually stephen s the traditional figure of hypostasis depicted 
by johannes damascenus lentulus romanus and epiphanius monachus as 
leucodermic sesquipedalian with winedark hair auditively bloom s the 
traditional accent of the ecstasy of catastrophe 
 
 
what future careers had been possible for bloom in the past and with 
what exemplars 
 
in the church roman anglican or nonconformist exemplars the very 
reverend john conmee s j the reverend t salmon d d provost of 
trinity college dr alexander j dowie at the bar english or irish 
exemplars seymour bushe k c rufus isaacs k c on the stage modern 
or shakespearean exemplars charles wyndham high comedian osmond 
tearle died exponent of shakespeare 
 
 
did the host encourage his guest to chant in a modulated voice a strange 
legend on an allied theme 
 
reassuringly their place where none could hear them talk being 
secluded reassured the decocted beverages allowing for subsolid 
residual sediment of a mechanical mixture water plus sugar plus cream 
plus cocoa having been consumed 
 
 
recite the first major part of this chanted legend 
 
 little harry hughes and his schoolfellows all 
 went out for to play ball 
 and the very first ball little harry hughes played 
 he drove it o er the jew s garden wall 
 and the very second ball little harry hughes played 
 he broke the jew s windows all 
 
 
 
how did the son of rudolph receive this first part 
 
 
with unmixed feeling smiling a jew he heard with pleasure and saw the 
unbroken kitchen window 
 
 
recite the second part minor of the legend 
 
 then out there came the jew s daughter 
 and she all dressed in green 
 come back come back you pretty little boy 
 and play your ball again 
 
 i can t come back and i won t come back 
 without my schoolfellows all 
 for if my master he did hear 
 he d make it a sorry ball 
 
 she took him by the lilywhite hand 
 and led him along the hall 
 until she led him to a room 
 where none could hear him call 
 
 she took a penknife out of her pocket 
 and cut off his little head 
 and now he ll play his ball no more 
 for he lies among the dead 
 
 
how did the father of millicent receive this second part 
 
with mixed feelings unsmiling he heard and saw with wonder a jew s 
daughter all dressed in green 
 
 
condense stephen s commentary 
 
one of all the least of all is the victim predestined once by 
inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny it comes when he 
is abandoned and challenges him reluctant and as an apparition of hope 
and youth holds him unresisting it leads him to a strange habitation 
to a secret infidel apartment and there implacable immolates him 
consenting 
 
 
why was the host victim predestined sad 
 
he wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him 
should by him not be told 
 
 
why was the host reluctant unresisting still 
 
in accordance with the law of the conservation of energy 
 
 
why was the host secret infidel silent 
 
he weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder the 
incitations of the hierarchy the superstition of the populace the 
propagation of rumour in continued fraction of veridicity the envy of 
opulence the influence of retaliation the sporadic reappearance of 
atavistic delinquency the mitigating circumstances of fanaticism 
hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism 
 
 
from which if any of these mental or physical disorders was he not 
totally immune 
 
from hypnotic suggestion once waking he had not recognised his 
sleeping apartment more than once waking he had been for an 
indefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds from 
somnambulism once sleeping his body had risen crouched and 
crawled in the direction of a heatless fire and having attained 
its destination there curled unheated in night attire had lain 
sleeping 
 
 
had this latter or any cognate phenomenon declared itself in any member 
of his family 
 
twice in holles street and in ontario terrace his daughter millicent 
 milly at the ages of and years had uttered in sleep an exclamation 
of terror and had replied to the interrogations of two figures in night 
attire with a vacant mute expression 
 
 
what other infantile memories had he of her 
 
 june a querulous newborn female infant crying to cause and 
lessen congestion a child renamed padney socks she shook with shocks 
her moneybox counted his three free moneypenny buttons one tloo 
tlee a doll a boy a sailor she cast away blond born of two dark 
she had blond ancestry remote a violation herr hauptmann hainau 
austrian army proximate a hallucination lieutenant mulvey british 
navy 
 
 
what endemic characteristics were present 
 
conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a direct 
line of lineage which though interrupted would continue at distant 
intervals to more distant intervals to its most distant intervals 
 
 
what memories had he of her adolescence 
 
she relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a recess on the duke s lawn 
entreated by an english visitor she declined to permit him to make and 
take away her photographic image objection not stated on the south 
circular road in the company of elsa potter followed by an individual 
of sinister aspect she went half way down stamer street and turned 
abruptly back reason of change not stated on the vigil of the th 
anniversary of her birth she wrote a letter from mullingar county 
westmeath making a brief allusion to a local student faculty and year 
not stated 
 
 
did that first division portending a second division afflict him 
 
less than he had imagined more than he had hoped 
 
 
what second departure was contemporaneously perceived by him similarly 
if differently 
 
a temporary departure of his cat 
 
 
why similarly why differently 
 
similarly because actuated by a secret purpose the quest of a new male 
 
 mullingar student or of a healing herb valerian differently 
because of different possible returns to the inhabitants or to the 
habitation 
 
 
in other respects were their differences similar 
 
in passivity in economy in the instinct of tradition in 
unexpectedness 
 
 
as 
 
inasmuch as leaning she sustained her blond hair for him to ribbon it 
for her cf neckarching cat moreover on the free surface of the lake 
in stephen s green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented 
spit describing concentric circles of waterrings indicated by the 
constancy of its permanence the locus of a somnolent prostrate fish cf 
mousewatching cat 
 
again in order to remember the date combatants issue and consequences 
of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her hair cf 
earwashing cat furthermore silly milly she dreamed of having had 
an unspoken unremembered conversation with a horse whose name had been 
joseph to whom which she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which 
it he had appeared to have accepted cf hearthdreaming cat hence in 
passivity in economy in the instinct of tradition in unexpectedness 
their differences were similar 
 
 
in what way had he utilised gifts an owl a clock given as 
matrimonial auguries to interest and to instruct her 
 
as object lessons to explain the nature and habits of oviparous 
animals the possibility of aerial flight certain abnormalities of 
vision the secular process of imbalsamation the principle of the 
pendulum exemplified in bob wheelgear and regulator the translation 
in terms of human or social regulation of the various positions of 
clockwise moveable indicators on an unmoving dial the exactitude of the 
recurrence per hour of an instant in each hour when the longer and the 
shorter indicator were at the same angle of inclination videlicet 
 minutes past each hour per hour in arithmetical progression 
 
 
in what manners did she reciprocate 
 
she remembered on the th anniversary of his birth she presented to 
him a breakfast moustachecup of imitation crown derby porcelain ware 
she provided at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases 
had been made by him not for her she showed herself attentive to his 
necessities anticipating his desires she admired a natural phenomenon 
having been explained by him to her she expressed the immediate desire 
to possess without gradual acquisition a fraction of his science the 
moiety the quarter a thousandth part 
 
 
what proposal did bloom diambulist father of milly somnambulist make 
to stephen noctambulist 
 
to pass in repose the hours intervening between thursday proper and 
friday normal on an extemporised cubicle in the apartment immediately 
above the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the sleeping apartment of 
his host and hostess 
 
 
what various advantages would or might have resulted from a prolongation 
of such an extemporisation 
 
for the guest security of domicile and seclusion of study for the 
host rejuvenation of intelligence vicarious satisfaction for the 
hostess disintegration of obsession acquisition of correct italian 
pronunciation 
 
 
why might these several provisional contingencies between a guest and 
a hostess not necessarily preclude or be precluded by a permanent 
eventuality of reconciliatory union between a schoolfellow and a jew s 
daughter 
 
because the way to daughter led through mother the way to mother 
through daughter 
 
 
to what inconsequent polysyllabic question of his host did the guest 
return a monosyllabic negative answer 
 
if he had known the late mrs emily sinico accidentally killed at sydney 
parade railway station october 
 
 
what inchoate corollary statement was consequently suppressed by the 
host 
 
a statement explanatory of his absence on the occasion of the interment 
of mrs mary dedalus born goulding june vigil of the 
anniversary of the decease of rudolph bloom born virag 
 
 
was the proposal of asylum accepted 
 
promptly inexplicably with amicability gratefully it was declined 
what exchange of money took place between host and guest 
 
the former returned to the latter without interest a sum of money 
 one pound seven shillings sterling advanced by the latter to 
the former 
 
 
what counterproposals were alternately advanced accepted modified 
declined restated in other terms reaccepted ratified reconfirmed 
 
to inaugurate a prearranged course of italian instruction place 
the residence of the instructed to inaugurate a course of vocal 
instruction place the residence of the instructress to inaugurate 
a series of static semistatic and peripatetic intellectual dialogues 
places the residence of both speakers if both speakers were resident in 
the same place the ship hotel and tavern lower abbey street w and 
e connery proprietors the national library of ireland kildare 
street the national maternity hospital and holles street a 
public garden the vicinity of a place of worship a conjunction of two 
or more public thoroughfares the point of bisection of a right line 
drawn between their residences if both speakers were resident in 
different places 
 
 
what rendered problematic for bloom the realisation of these mutually 
selfexcluding propositions 
 
the irreparability of the past once at a performance of albert 
hengler s circus in the rotunda rutland square dublin an intuitive 
particoloured clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the ring 
to a place in the auditorium where bloom solitary was seated and had 
publicly declared to an exhilarated audience that he bloom was his 
 the clown s papa the imprevidibility of the future once in the 
summer of he bloom had marked a florin with three notches 
on the milled edge and tendered it m payment of an account due to and 
received by j and t davy family grocers charlemont mall grand 
canal for circulation on the waters of civic finance for possible 
circuitous or direct return 
 
 
was the clown bloom s son 
 
no 
 
 
had bloom s coin returned 
 
never 
 
 
why would a recurrent frustration the more depress him 
 
because at the critical turningpoint of human existence he desired to 
amend many social conditions the product of inequality and avarice and 
international animosity he believed then that human life was infinitely 
perfectible eliminating these conditions 
 
there remained the generic conditions imposed by natural as distinct 
from human law as integral parts of the human whole the necessity of 
destruction to procure alimentary sustenance the painful character of 
the ultimate functions of separate existence the agonies of birth and 
death the monotonous menstruation of simian and particularly human 
females extending from the age of puberty to the menopause inevitable 
accidents at sea in mines and factories certain very painful maladies 
and their resultant surgical operations innate lunacy and congenital 
criminality decimating epidemics catastrophic cataclysms which make 
terror the basis of human mentality seismic upheavals the epicentres 
of which are located in densely populated regions the fact of vital 
growth through convulsions of metamorphosis from infancy through 
maturity to decay 
 
 
why did he desist from speculation 
 
because it was a task for a superior intelligence to substitute other 
more acceptable phenomena in the place of the less acceptable phenomena 
to be removed 
 
 
did stephen participate in his dejection 
 
he affirmed his significance as a conscious rational animal proceeding 
syllogistically from the known to the unknown and a conscious rational 
reagent between a micro and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the 
incertitude of the void 
 
 
was this affirmation apprehended by bloom 
 
not verbally substantially 
 
 
what comforted his misapprehension 
 
that as a competent keyless citizen he had proceeded energetically from 
the unknown to the known through the incertitude of the void 
 
 
in what order of precedence with what attendant ceremony was the exodus 
from the house of bondage to the wilderness of inhabitation effected 
 
lighted candle in stick borne by 
 
bloom 
 
diaconal hat on ashplant borne by 
 
stephen 
 
 
with what intonation secreto of what commemorative psalm 
 
the th modus peregrinus in exitu israel de egypto domus jacob de 
populo barbaro 
 
 
what did each do at the door of egress 
 
bloom set the candlestick on the floor stephen put the hat on his head 
 
 
for what creature was the door of egress a door of ingress 
 
for a cat 
 
 
what spectacle confronted them when they first the host then the 
guest emerged silently doubly dark from obscurity by a passage from 
the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden 
 
the heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit 
 
 
with what meditations did bloom accompany his demonstration to his 
companion of various constellations 
 
meditations of evolution increasingly vaster of the moon invisible in 
incipient lunation approaching perigee of the infinite lattiginous 
scintillating uncondensed milky way discernible by daylight by an 
observer placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 
ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centre of the earth of sirius 
 alpha in canis maior lightyears miles distant 
and in volume times the dimension of our planet of arcturus of the 
precession of equinoxes of orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and 
nebula in which of our solar systems could be contained of moribund 
and of nascent new stars such as nova in of our system plunging 
towards the constellation of hercules of the parallax or parallactic 
drift of socalled fixed stars in reality evermoving wanderers from 
immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with 
which the years threescore and ten of allotted human life formed a 
parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity 
 
 
were there obverse meditations of involution increasingly less vast 
 
of the eons of geological periods recorded in the stratifications of the 
earth of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed 
in cavities of the earth beneath removable stones in hives and mounds 
of microbes germs bacteria bacilli spermatozoa of the incalculable 
trillions of billions of millions of imperceptible molecules contained 
by cohesion of molecular affinity in a single pinhead of the universe 
of human serum constellated with red and white bodies themselves 
universes of void space constellated with other bodies each in 
continuity its universe of divisible component bodies of which each was 
again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies dividends 
and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till if the 
progress were carried far enough nought nowhere was never reached 
 
 
why did he not elaborate these calculations to a more precise result 
 
because some years previously in when occupied with the problem 
of the quadrature of the circle he had learned of the existence of a 
number computed to a relative degree of accuracy to be of such magnitude 
and of so many places e g the th power of the th power of that 
the result having been obtained closely printed volumes of 
pages each of innumerable quires and reams of india paper would have to 
be requisitioned in order to contain the complete tale of its printed 
integers of units tens hundreds thousands tens of thousands 
hundreds of thousands millions tens of millions hundreds of millions 
billions the nucleus of the nebula of every digit of every series 
containing succinctly the potentiality of being raised to the utmost 
kinetic elaboration of any power of any of its powers 
 
 
did he find the problems of the inhabitability of the planets and their 
satellites by a race given in species and of the possible social and 
moral redemption of said race by a redeemer easier of solution 
 
of a different order of difficulty conscious that the human organism 
normally capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of tons 
when elevated to a considerable altitude in the terrestrial atmosphere 
suffered with arithmetical progression of intensity according as 
the line of demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was 
approximated from nasal hemorrhage impeded respiration and vertigo 
when proposing this problem for solution he had conjectured as a 
working hypothesis which could not be proved impossible that a more 
adaptable and differently anatomically constructed race of beings might 
subsist otherwise under martian mercurial veneral jovian saturnian 
neptunian or uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions though 
an apogean humanity of beings created in varying forms with finite 
differences resulting similar to the whole and to one another would 
probably there as here remain inalterably and inalienably attached to 
vanities to vanities of vanities and to all that is vanity 
 
 and the problem of possible redemption 
 the minor was proved by the major 
 
 
which various features of the constellations were in turn considered 
 
the various colours significant of various degrees of vitality white 
yellow crimson vermilion cinnabar their degrees of brilliancy 
their magnitudes revealed up to and including the th their positions 
the waggoner s star walsingham way the chariot of david the annular 
cinctures of saturn the condensation of spiral nebulae into suns the 
interdependent gyrations of double suns the independent synchronous 
discoveries of galileo simon marius piazzi le verrier herschel 
galle the systematisations attempted by bode and kepler of cubes 
of distances and squares of times of revolution the almost infinite 
compressibility of hirsute comets and their vast elliptical egressive 
and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion the sidereal origin of 
meteoric stones the libyan floods on mars about the period of the birth 
of the younger astroscopist the annual recurrence of meteoric showers 
about the period of the feast of s lawrence martyr lo august the 
monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old moon in her arms 
the posited influence of celestial on human bodies the appearance of a 
star st magnitude of exceeding brilliancy dominating by night and 
day a new luminous sun generated by the collision and amalgamation in 
incandescence of two nonluminous exsuns about the period of the 
birth of william shakespeare over delta in the recumbent neversetting 
constellation of cassiopeia and of a star nd magnitude of similar 
origin but of lesser brilliancy which had appeared in and disappeared 
from the constellation of the corona septentrionalis about the period 
of the birth of leopold bloom and of other stars of presumably similar 
origin which had effectively or presumably appeared in and disappeared 
from the constellation of andromeda about the period of the birth of 
stephen dedalus and in and from the constellation of auriga some years 
after the birth and death of rudolph bloom junior and in and from 
other constellations some years before or after the birth or death of 
other persons the attendant phenomena of eclipses solar and lunar 
from immersion to emersion abatement of wind transit of shadow 
taciturnity of winged creatures emergence of nocturnal or crepuscular 
animals persistence of infernal light obscurity of terrestrial waters 
pallor of human beings 
 
 
his bloom s logical conclusion having weighed the matter and allowing 
for possible error 
 
that it was not a heaventree not a heavengrot not a heavenbeast not 
a heavenman that it was a utopia there being no known method from 
the known to the unknown an infinity renderable equally finite by the 
suppositious apposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of 
different magnitudes a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space 
remobilised in air a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a 
present before its probable spectators had entered actual present 
existence 
 
 
was he more convinced of the esthetic value of the spectacle 
 
indubitably in consequence of the reiterated examples of poets in the 
delirium of the frenzy of attachment or in the abasement of rejection 
invoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the frigidity of the 
satellite of their planet 
 
 
did he then accept as an article of belief the theory of astrological 
influences upon sublunary disasters 
 
it seemed to him as possible of proof as of confutation and the 
nomenclature employed in its selenographical charts as attributable to 
verifiable intuition as to fallacious analogy the lake of dreams the 
sea of rains the gulf of dews the ocean of fecundity 
 
 
what special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and 
woman 
 
her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian 
generations her nocturnal predominance her satellitic dependence 
her luminary reflection her constancy under all her phases rising 
and setting by her appointed times waxing and waning the forced 
invariability of her aspect her indeterminate response to inaffirmative 
interrogation her potency over effluent and refluent waters her power 
to enamour to mortify to invest with beauty to render insane to 
incite to and aid delinquency the tranquil inscrutability of her 
visage the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent 
propinquity her omens of tempest and of calm the stimulation of her 
light her motion and her presence the admonition of her craters her 
arid seas her silence her splendour when visible her attraction 
when invisible 
 
 
what visible luminous sign attracted bloom s who attracted stephen s 
gaze 
 
in the second storey rere of his bloom s house the light of a 
paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a screen of roller 
blind supplied by frank o hara window blind curtain pole and revolving 
shutter manufacturer aungier street 
 
 
how did he elucidate the mystery of an invisible attractive person his 
wife marion molly bloom denoted by a visible splendid sign a lamp 
 
with indirect and direct verbal allusions or affirmations with subdued 
affection and admiration with description with impediment with 
suggestion 
 
 
both then were silent 
 
silent each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal 
flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces 
 
 
were they indefinitely inactive 
 
at stephen s suggestion at bloom s instigation both first stephen 
then bloom in penumbra urinated their sides contiguous their organs 
of micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition 
their gazes first bloom s then stephen s elevated to the projected 
luminous and semiluminous shadow 
 
 
similarly 
 
the trajectories of their first sequent then simultaneous urinations 
were dissimilar bloom s longer less irruent in the incomplete form of 
the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter who in his ultimate 
year at high school had been capable of attaining the point 
of greatest altitude against the whole concurrent strength of the 
institution scholars stephen s higher more sibilant who in the 
ultimate hours of the previous day had augmented by diuretic consumption 
an insistent vesical pressure 
 
 
what different problems presented themselves to each concerning the 
invisible audible collateral organ of the other 
 
to bloom the problems of irritability tumescence rigidity 
reactivity dimension sanitariness pilosity 
 
to stephen the problem of the sacerdotal integrity of jesus circumcised 
 i january holiday of obligation to hear mass and abstain from 
unnecessary servile work and the problem as to whether the divine 
prepuce the carnal bridal ring of the holy roman catholic apostolic 
church conserved in calcata were deserving of simple hyperduly or of 
the fourth degree of latria accorded to the abscission of such divine 
excrescences as hair and toenails 
 
 
what celestial sign was by both simultaneously observed 
 
a star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the firmament 
from vega in the lyre above the zenith beyond the stargroup of the tress 
of berenice towards the zodiacal sign of leo 
 
 
how did the centripetal remainer afford egress to the centrifugal 
departer 
 
by inserting the barrel of an arruginated male key in the hole of an 
unstable female lock obtaining a purchase on the bow of the key and 
turning its wards from right to left withdrawing a bolt from its 
staple pulling inward spasmodically an obsolescent unhinged door and 
revealing an aperture for free egress and free ingress 
 
 
how did they take leave one of the other in separation 
 
standing perpendicular at the same door and on different sides of its 
base the lines of their valedictory arms meeting at any point and 
forming any angle less than the sum of two right angles 
 
 
what sound accompanied the union of their tangent the disunion of their 
 respectively centrifugal and centripetal hands 
 
the sound of the peal of the hour of the night by the chime of the bells 
in the church of saint george 
 
 
what echoes of that sound were by both and each heard 
 
by stephen 
 
 liliata rutilantium turma circumdet iubilantium te virginum chorus 
excipiat 
 
by bloom 
 
 heigho heigho 
 heigho heigho 
 
 
where were the several members of the company which with bloom that day 
at the bidding of that peal had travelled from sandymount in the south 
to glasnevin in the north 
 
martin cunningham in bed jack power in bed simon dedalus in bed 
ned lambert in bed tom kernan in bed joe hynes in bed john 
henry menton in bed bernard corrigan in bed patsy dignam in bed 
paddy dignam in the grave 
 
 
alone what did bloom hear 
 
the double reverberation of retreating feet on the heavenborn earth the 
double vibration of a jew s harp in the resonant lane 
 
 
alone what did bloom feel 
 
the cold of interstellar space thousands of degrees below freezing 
point or the absolute zero of fahrenheit centigrade or reaumur the 
incipient intimations of proximate dawn 
 
 
of what did bellchime and handtouch and footstep and lonechill remind 
him 
 
of companions now in various manners in different places defunct percy 
apjohn killed in action modder river philip gilligan phthisis 
jervis street hospital matthew f kane accidental drowning dublin 
bay philip moisel pyemia heytesbury street michael hart phthisis 
mater misericordiae hospital patrick dignam apoplexy sandymount 
 
 
what prospect of what phenomena inclined him to remain 
 
the disparition of three final stars the diffusion of daybreak the 
apparition of a new solar disk 
 
 
had he ever been a spectator of those phenomena 
 
once in after a protracted performance of charades in the house 
of luke doyle kimmage he had awaited with patience the apparition 
of the diurnal phenomenon seated on a wall his gaze turned in the 
direction of mizrach the east 
 
 
he remembered the initial paraphenomena 
 
more active air a matutinal distant cock ecclesiastical clocks at 
various points avine music the isolated tread of an early wayfarer 
the visible diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous body the 
first golden limb of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon 
 
 
did he remain 
 
with deep inspiration he returned retraversing the garden reentering 
the passage reclosing the door with brief suspiration he reassumed the 
candle reascended the stairs reapproached the door of the front room 
hallfloor and reentered 
 
 
what suddenly arrested his ingress 
 
the right temporal lobe of the hollow sphere of his cranium came into 
contact with a solid timber angle where an infinitesimal but sensible 
fraction of a second later a painful sensation was located in 
consequence of antecedent sensations transmitted and registered 
 
 
describe the alterations effected in the disposition of the articles of 
furniture 
 
a sofa upholstered in prune plush had been translocated from opposite 
the door to the ingleside near the compactly furled union jack an 
alteration which he had frequently intended to execute the blue and 
white checker inlaid majolicatopped table had been placed opposite the 
door in the place vacated by the prune plush sofa the walnut sideboard 
 a projecting angle of which had momentarily arrested his ingress had 
been moved from its position beside the door to a more advantageous but 
more perilous position in front of the door two chairs had been moved 
from right and left of the ingleside to the position originally occupied 
by the blue and white checker inlaid majolicatopped table 
 
 
describe them 
 
one a squat stuffed easychair with stout arms extended and back 
slanted to the rere which repelled in recoil had then upturned an 
irregular fringe of a rectangular rug and now displayed on its amply 
upholstered seat a centralised diffusing and diminishing discolouration 
the other a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves placed 
directly opposite the former its frame from top to seat and from seat 
to base being varnished dark brown its seat being a bright circle of 
white plaited rush 
 
 
what significances attached to these two chairs 
 
significances of similitude of posture of symbolism of circumstantial 
evidence of testimonial supermanence 
 
 
what occupied the position originally occupied by the sideboard 
 
a vertical piano cadby with exposed keyboard its closed coffin 
supporting a pair of long yellow ladies gloves and an emerald ashtray 
containing four consumed matches a partly consumed cigarette and two 
discoloured ends of cigarettes its musicrest supporting the music in 
the key of g natural for voice and piano of love s old sweet song 
 words by g clifton bingham composed by j l molloy sung by madam 
antoinette sterling open at the last page with the final indications 
 ad libitum forte pedal animato sustained pedal ritirando 
close 
 
 
with what sensations did bloom contemplate in rotation these objects 
 
with strain elevating a candlestick with pain feeling on his right 
temple a contused tumescence with attention focussing his gaze on 
a large dull passive and a slender bright active with solicitation 
bending and downturning the upturned rugfringe with amusement 
remembering dr malachi mulligan s scheme of colour containing the 
gradation of green with pleasure repeating the words and antecedent 
act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility 
the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual 
discolouration 
 
 
his next proceeding 
 
from an open box on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black 
diminutive cone one inch in height placed it on its circular base on 
a small tin plate placed his candlestick on the right corner of the 
mantelpiece produced from his waistcoat a folded page of prospectus 
 illustrated entitled agendath netaim unfolded the same examined 
it superficially rolled it into a thin cylinder ignited it in the 
candleflame applied it when ignited to the apex of the cone till the 
latter reached the stage of rutilance placed the cylinder in the basin 
of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a manner as to 
facilitate total combustion 
 
 
what followed this operation 
 
the truncated conical crater summit of the diminutive volcano emitted a 
vertical and serpentine fume redolent of aromatic oriental incense 
 
 
what homothetic objects other than the candlestick stood on the 
mantelpiece 
 
a timepiece of striated connemara marble stopped at the hour of 
a m on the march matrimonial gift of matthew dillon a dwarf 
tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade matrimonial 
gift of luke and caroline doyle an embalmed owl matrimonial gift of 
alderman john hooper 
 
 
what interchanges of looks took place between these three objects and 
bloom 
 
in the mirror of the giltbordered pierglass the undecorated back of the 
dwarf tree regarded the upright back of the embalmed owl before 
the mirror the matrimonial gift of alderman john hooper with a clear 
melancholy wise bright motionless compassionate gaze regarded bloom 
while bloom with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated 
gaze regarded the matrimonial gift of luke and caroline doyle 
 
 
what composite asymmetrical image in the mirror then attracted his 
attention 
 
the image of a solitary ipsorelative mutable aliorelative man 
 
 
why solitary ipsorelative 
 
 brothers and sisters had he none yet that man s father was his 
grandfather s son 
 
 
why mutable aliorelative 
 
from infancy to maturity he had resembled his maternal procreatrix 
from maturity to senility he would increasingly resemble his paternal 
procreator 
 
 
what final visual impression was communicated to him by the mirror 
 
the optical reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged 
and not in the order of their common letters with scintillating titles 
on the two bookshelves opposite 
 
 
catalogue these books 
 
 thom s dublin post office directory denis florence m carthy s 
 poetical works copper beechleaf bookmark at p shakespeare s 
 works dark crimson morocco goldtooled 
 
 the useful ready reckoner brown cloth 
 
 the secret history of the court of charles ii red cloth tooled 
binding the child s guide blue cloth 
 
 the beauties of killarney wrappers 
 
 when we were boys by william o brien m p green cloth slightly 
faded envelope bookmark at p 
 
 thoughts from spinoza maroon leather 
 
 the story of the heavens by sir robert ball blue cloth ellis s 
 three trips to madagascar brown cloth title obliterated 
 
 the stark munro letters by a conan doyle property of the city of 
dublin public library capel street lent may whitsun eve 
due june days overdue black cloth binding bearing white 
letternumber ticket 
 
 voyages in china by viator recovered with brown paper red ink 
title 
 
 philosophy of the talmud sewn pamphlet lockhart s life of 
napoleon cover wanting marginal annotations minimising victories 
aggrandising defeats of the protagonist 
 
 soll und haben by gustav freytag black boards gothic characters 
cigarette coupon bookmark at p hozier s history of the 
russo turkish war brown cloth a volumes with gummed label garrison 
library governor s parade gibraltar on verso of cover 
 
 laurence bloomfield in ireland by william allingham second edition 
green cloth gilt trefoil design previous owner s name on recto of 
flyleaf erased 
 
 a handbook of astronomy cover brown leather detached s plates 
antique letterpress long primer author s footnotes nonpareil marginal 
clues brevier captions small pica 
 
 the hidden life of christ black boards 
 
 in the track of the sun yellow cloth titlepage missing recurrent 
title intestation 
 
 physical strength and how to obtain it by eugen sandow red cloth 
 
 short but yet plain elements of geometry written in french by f 
ignat pardies and rendered into english by john harris d d london 
printed for r knaplock at the bifhop s head mdccxi with dedicatory 
epiftle to his worthy friend charles cox efquire member of parliament 
for the burgh of southwark and having ink calligraphed statement on the 
flyleaf certifying that the book was the property of michael gallagher 
dated this th day of may and requefting the perfon who should 
find it if the book should be loft or go aftray to reftore it to 
michael gallagher carpenter dufery gate ennifcorthy county wicklow 
the fineft place in the world 
 
 
what reflections occupied his mind during the process of reversion of 
the inverted volumes 
 
the necessity of order a place for everything and everything in its 
place the deficient appreciation of literature possessed by females 
the incongruity of an apple incuneated in a tumbler and of an umbrella 
inclined in a closestool the insecurity of hiding any secret document 
behind beneath or between the pages of a book 
 
 
which volume was the largest in bulk 
 
hozier s history of the russo turkish war 
 
 
what among other data did the second volume of the work in question 
contain 
 
the name of a decisive battle forgotten frequently remembered by a 
decisive officer major brian cooper tweedy remembered 
 
 
why firstly and secondly did he not consult the work in question 
 
firstly in order to exercise mnemotechnic secondly because after an 
interval of amnesia when seated at the central table about to consult 
the work in question he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the 
military engagement plevna 
 
 
what caused him consolation in his sitting posture 
 
the candour nudity pose tranquility youth grace sex counsel of a 
statue erect in the centre of the table an image of narcissus purchased 
by auction from p a wren bachelor s walk 
 
 
what caused him irritation in his sitting posture inhibitory pressure 
of collar size and waistcoat buttons two articles of clothing 
superfluous in the costume of mature males and inelastic to alterations 
of mass by expansion 
 
 
how was the irritation allayed 
 
he removed his collar with contained black necktie and collapsible 
stud from his neck to a position on the left of the table he 
unbuttoned successively in reversed direction waistcoat trousers shirt 
and vest along the medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs 
extending in triangular convergence from the pelvic basin over the 
circumference of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the medial 
line of nodes to the intersection of the sixth pectoral vertebrae 
thence produced both ways at right angles and terminating in circles 
described about two equidistant points right and left on the summits 
of the mammary prominences he unbraced successively each of six minus 
one braced trouser buttons arranged in pairs of which one incomplete 
 
 
what involuntary actions followed 
 
he compressed between fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in 
the left infracostal region below the diaphragm resulting from a sting 
inflicted weeks and days previously may by a bee 
he scratched imprecisely with his right hand though insensible of 
prurition various points and surfaces of his partly exposed wholly 
abluted skin he inserted his left hand into the left lower pocket of 
his waistcoat and extracted and replaced a silver coin i shilling 
placed there presumably on the occasion october of the 
interment of mrs emily sinico sydney parade 
 
 
compile the budget for june debit 
 
 pork kidney 
 copy freeman s journal 
 bath and gratification 
 tramfare 
 in memoriam patrick dignam 
 banbury cakes 
 lunch 
 renewal fee for book 
 packet notepaper and envelopes 
 dinner and gratification 
 postal order and stamp 
 tramfare 
 pig s foot 
 sheep s trotter 
 cake fry s plain chocolate 
 square soda bread 
 coffee and bun 
 loan stephen dedalus refunded 
 balance 
 
 
 l s d 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 credit 
 
 cash in hand 
 commission recd freeman s journal 
 loan stephen dedalus 
 
 
 
 
 
 l s d 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
did the process of divestiture continue 
 
sensible of a benignant persistent ache in his footsoles he extended 
his foot to one side and observed the creases protuberances and salient 
points caused by foot pressure in the course of walking repeatedly in 
several different directions then inclined he disnoded the laceknots 
unhooked and loosened the laces took off each of his two boots for the 
second time detached the partially moistened right sock through the 
fore part of which the nail of his great toe had again effracted raised 
his right foot and having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender 
took off his right sock placed his unclothed right foot on the margin 
of the seat of his chair picked at and gently lacerated the protruding 
part of the great toenail raised the part lacerated to his nostrils and 
inhaled the odour of the quick then with satisfaction threw away the 
lacerated ungual fragment 
 
 
why with satisfaction 
 
because the odour inhaled corresponded to other odours inhaled of other 
ungual fragments picked and lacerated by master bloom pupil of mrs 
ellis s juvenile school patiently each night in the act of brief 
genuflection and nocturnal prayer and ambitious meditation 
 
 
in what ultimate ambition had all concurrent and consecutive ambitions 
now coalesced 
 
not to inherit by right of primogeniture gavelkind or borough english 
or possess in perpetuity an extensive demesne of a sufficient number of 
acres roods and perches statute land measure valuation pounds of 
grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage 
drive nor on the other hand a terracehouse or semidetached villa 
described as rus in urbe or qui si sana but to purchase by private 
treaty in fee simple a thatched bungalowshaped storey dwellinghouse of 
southerly aspect surmounted by vane and lightning conductor connected 
with the earth with porch covered by parasitic plants ivy or virginia 
creeper halldoor olive green with smart carriage finish and neat 
doorbrasses stucco front with gilt tracery at eaves and gable rising 
if possible upon a gentle eminence with agreeable prospect from balcony 
with stone pillar parapet over unoccupied and unoccupyable interjacent 
pastures and standing in or acres of its own ground at such 
a distance from the nearest public thoroughfare as to render its 
houselights visible at night above and through a quickset hornbeam hedge 
of topiary cutting situate at a given point not less than statute 
mile from the periphery of the metropolis within a time limit of not 
more than minutes from tram or train line e g dundrum south or 
sutton north both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the 
terrestrial poles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects 
the premises to be held under feefarm grant lease years the 
messuage to consist of drawingroom with baywindow lancets 
thermometer affixed sittingroom bedrooms servants rooms tiled 
kitchen with close range and scullery lounge hall fitted with linen 
wallpresses fumed oak sectional bookcase containing the encyclopaedia 
britannica and new century dictionary transverse obsolete medieval and 
oriental weapons dinner gong alabaster lamp bowl pendant vulcanite 
automatic telephone receiver with adjacent directory handtufted 
axminster carpet with cream ground and trellis border loo table with 
pillar and claw legs hearth with massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel 
chronometer clock guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime barometer 
with hygrographic chart comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments 
upholstered in ruby plush with good springing and sunk centre three 
banner japanese screen and cuspidors club style rich winecoloured 
leather gloss renewable with a minimum of labour by use of linseed 
oil and vinegar and pyramidically prismatic central chandelier lustre 
bentwood perch with fingertame parrot expurgated language embossed 
mural paper at per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral 
design and top crown frieze staircase three continuous flights at 
successive right angles of varnished cleargrained oak treads and 
risers newel balusters and handrail with steppedup panel dado 
dressed with camphorated wax bathroom hot and cold supply reclining 
and shower water closet on mezzanine provided with opaque singlepane 
oblong window tipup seat bracket lamp brass tierod and brace 
armrests footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of door 
ditto plain servants apartments with separate sanitary and hygienic 
necessaries for cook general and betweenmaid salary rising by 
biennial unearned increments of pounds with comprehensive fidelity 
insurance annual bonus pound and retiring allowance based on 
the system after years service pantry buttery larder 
refrigerator outoffices coal and wood cellarage with winebin still 
and sparkling vintages for distinguished guests if entertained to 
dinner evening dress carbon monoxide gas supply throughout 
 
 
what additional attractions might the grounds contain 
 
as addenda a tennis and fives court a shrubbery a glass summerhouse 
with tropical palms equipped in the best botanical manner a rockery 
with waterspray a beehive arranged on humane principles oval 
flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of 
scarlet and chrome tulips blue scillas crocuses polyanthus sweet 
william sweet pea lily of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir james 
w mackey limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and 
nurserymen agents for chemical manures sackville street upper an 
orchard kitchen garden and vinery protected against illegal trespassers 
by glasstopped mural enclosures a lumbershed with padlock for various 
inventoried implements 
 
 
as 
 
eeltraps lobsterpots fishingrods hatchet steelyard grindstone 
clodcrusher swatheturner carriagesack telescope ladder tooth 
rake washing clogs haytedder tumbling rake billhook paintpot 
brush hoe and so on 
 
what improvements might be subsequently introduced 
 
a rabbitry and fowlrun a dovecote a botanical conservatory hammocks 
 lady s and gentleman s a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum 
or lilac trees an exotically harmonically accorded japanese tinkle 
gatebell affixed to left lateral gatepost a capacious waterbutt 
a lawnmower with side delivery and grassbox a lawnsprinkler with 
hydraulic hose 
 
 
what facilities of transit were desirable 
 
when citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their 
respective intermediate station or terminal when countrybound 
velocipedes a chainless freewheel roadster cycle with side basketcar 
attached or draught conveyance a donkey with wicker trap or smart 
phaeton with good working solidungular cob roan gelding h 
 
 
what might be the name of this erigible or erected residence 
 
bloom cottage saint leopold s flowerville 
 
 
could bloom of eccles street foresee bloom of flowerville 
 
in loose allwool garments with harris tweed cap price and useful 
garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan planting aligned 
young firtrees syringing pruning staking sowing hayseed trundling a 
weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent 
of newmown hay ameliorating the soil multiplying wisdom achieving 
longevity 
 
 
what syllabus of intellectual pursuits was simultaneously possible 
 
snapshot photography comparative study of religions folklore relative 
to various amatory and superstitious practices contemplation of the 
celestial constellations 
 
 
what lighter recreations 
 
outdoor garden and fieldwork cycling on level macadamised causeways 
ascents of moderately high hills natation in secluded fresh water and 
unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge 
anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids period of estivation 
vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection 
of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers fires of 
smoking peat turves period of hibernation indoor discussion in 
tepid security of unsolved historical and criminal problems lecture of 
unexpurgated exotic erotic masterpieces house carpentry with toolbox 
containing hammer awl nails screws tintacks gimlet tweezers 
bullnose plane and turnscrew might he become a gentleman farmer of 
field produce and live stock 
 
not impossibly with or stripper cows pike of upland hay and 
requisite farming implements e g an end to end churn a turnip pulper 
etc 
 
 
what would be his civic functions and social status among the county 
families and landed gentry 
 
arranged successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order that 
of gardener groundsman cultivator breeder and at the zenith of his 
career resident magistrate or justice of the peace with a family crest 
and coat of arms and appropriate classical motto semper paratus 
duly recorded in the court directory bloom leopold p m p p c 
k p l l d honoris causa bloomville dundrum and mentioned in 
court and fashionable intelligence mr and mrs leopold bloom have left 
kingstown for england 
 
 
what course of action did he outline for himself in such capacity 
 
a course that lay between undue clemency and excessive rigour 
the dispensation in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classes 
incessantly rearranged in terms of greater and lesser social inequality 
of unbiassed homogeneous indisputable justice tempered with mitigants 
of the widest possible latitude but exactable to the uttermost farthing 
with confiscation of estate real and personal to the crown loyal to 
the highest constituted power in the land actuated by an innate love of 
rectitude his aims would be the strict maintenance of public order 
the repression of many abuses though not of all simultaneously every 
measure of reform or retrenchment being a preliminary solution to be 
contained by fluxion in the final solution the upholding of the letter 
of the law common statute and law merchant against all traversers in 
covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations 
all resuscitators by trespass and petty larceny of kindlings of 
venville rights obsolete by desuetude all orotund instigators 
of international persecution all perpetuators of international 
animosities all menial molestors of domestic conviviality all 
recalcitrant violators of domestic connubiality 
 
 
prove that he had loved rectitude from his earliest youth 
 
to master percy apjohn at high school in he had divulged his 
disbelief in the tenets of the irish protestant church to which his 
father rudolf virag later rudolph bloom had been converted from the 
israelitic faith and communion in by the society for promoting 
christianity among the jews subsequently abjured by him in favour of 
roman catholicism at the epoch of and with a view to his matrimony 
in to daniel magrane and francis wade in during a juvenile 
friendship terminated by the premature emigration of the former he 
had advocated during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of 
colonial e g canadian expansion and the evolutionary theories of 
charles darwin expounded in the descent of man and the origin 
of species in he had publicly expressed his adherence to the 
collective and national economic programme advocated by james fintan 
lalor john fisher murray john mitchel j f x o brien and others 
the agrarian policy of michael davitt the constitutional agitation of 
charles stewart parnell m p for cork city the programme of 
peace retrenchment and reform of william ewart gladstone m p for 
midlothian n b and in support of his political convictions had 
climbed up into a secure position amid the ramifications of a tree 
on northumberland road to see the entrance february into the 
capital of a demonstrative torchlight procession of torchbearers 
divided into trade corporations bearing torches in escort of 
the marquess of ripon and honest john morley 
 
 
how much and how did he propose to pay for this country residence 
 
as per prospectus of the industrious foreign acclimatised nationalised 
friendly stateaided building society incorporated a maximum 
of pounds per annum being of an assured income derived from 
giltedged securities representing at simple interest on capital of 
 pounds estimate of price at years purchase of which to be 
paid on acquisition and the balance in the form of annual rent viz 
pounds plus interest on the same repayable quarterly in equal 
annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for 
purchase within a period of years amounting to an annual rental of 
 pounds headrent included the titledeeds to remain in possession 
of the lender or lenders with a saving clause envisaging forced sale 
foreclosure and mutual compensation in the event of protracted failure 
to pay the terms assigned otherwise the messuage to become the absolute 
property of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the period of years 
stipulated 
 
 
what rapid but insecure means to opulence might facilitate immediate 
purchase 
 
a private wireless telegraph which would transmit by dot and dash system 
the result of a national equine handicap flat or steeplechase of i or 
more miles and furlongs won by an outsider at odds of to at hr 
 m p m at ascot greenwich time the message being received and 
available for betting purposes in dublin at p m dunsink time 
the unexpected discovery of an object of great monetary value precious 
stone valuable adhesive or impressed postage stamps schilling 
mauve imperforate hamburg pence rose blue paper perforate 
great britain franc stone official rouletted diagonal 
surcharge luxemburg antique dynastical ring unique relic in 
unusual repositories or by unusual means from the air dropped by an 
eagle in flight by fire amid the carbonised remains of an incendiated 
edifice in the sea amid flotsam jetsam lagan and derelict on 
earth in the gizzard of a comestible fowl a spanish prisoner s 
donation of a distant treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged 
with a solvent banking corporation loo years previously at compound 
interest of the collective worth of pounds stg five million 
pounds sterling a contract with an inconsiderate contractee for the 
delivery of consignments of some given commodity in consideration of 
cash payment on delivery per delivery at the initial rate of d to be 
increased constantly in the geometrical progression of d d 
 d d d d s d s d to terms a prepared scheme 
based on a study of the laws of probability to break the bank at monte 
carlo a solution of the secular problem of the quadrature of the 
circle government premium pounds sterling 
 
 
was vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels 
 
the reclamation of dunams of waste arenary soil proposed in the 
prospectus of agendath netaim bleibtreustrasse berlin w by the 
cultivation of orange plantations and melonfields and reafforestation 
the utilisation of waste paper fells of sewer rodents human excrement 
possessing chemical properties in view of the vast production of the 
first vast number of the second and immense quantity of the third 
every normal human being of average vitality and appetite producing 
annually cancelling byproducts of water a sum total of lbs mixed 
animal and vegetable diet to be multiplied by the total 
population of ireland according to census returns of 
 
 
were there schemes of wider scope 
 
a scheme to be formulated and submitted for approval to the harbour 
commissioners for the exploitation of white coal hydraulic power 
obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at dublin bar or at 
head of water at poulaphouca or powerscourt or catchment basins of main 
streams for the economic production of w h p of electricity 
a scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the north bull at dollymount 
and erect on the space of the foreland used for golf links and rifle 
ranges an asphalted esplanade with casinos booths shooting galleries 
hotels boardinghouses readingrooms establishments for mixed bathing 
a scheme for the use of dogvans and goatvans for the delivery of early 
morning milk a scheme for the development of irish tourist traffic in 
and around dublin by means of petrolpropelled riverboats plying in the 
fluvial fairway between island bridge and ringsend charabancs narrow 
gauge local railways and pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation 
 per person per day guide trilingual included a scheme for 
the repristination of passenger and goods traffics over irish waterways 
when freed from weedbeds a scheme to connect by tramline the cattle 
market north circular road and prussia street with the quays sheriff 
street lower and east wall parallel with the link line railway 
laid in conjunction with the great southern and western railway line 
between the cattle park liffey junction and terminus of midland great 
western railway to north 
 
wall in proximity to the terminal stations or dublin branches of great 
central railway midland railway of england city of dublin steam packet 
company lancashire and yorkshire railway company dublin and glasgow 
steam packet company glasgow dublin and londonderry steam packet 
company laird line british and irish steam packet company dublin 
and morecambe steamers london and north western railway company dublin 
port and docks board landing sheds and transit sheds of palgrave murphy 
and company steamship owners agents for steamers from mediterranean 
spain portugal france belgium and holland and for liverpool 
underwriters association the cost of acquired rolling stock for 
animal transport and of additional mileage operated by the dublin united 
tramways company limited to be covered by graziers fees 
 
 
positing what protasis would the contraction for such several schemes 
become a natural and necessary apodosis 
 
given a guarantee equal to the sum sought the support by deed of 
gift and transfer vouchers during donor s lifetime or by bequest 
after donor s painless extinction of eminent financiers blum pasha 
rothschild guggenheim hirsch montefiore morgan rockefeller 
possessing fortunes in figures amassed during a successful life and 
joining capital with opportunity the thing required was done 
 
 
what eventuality would render him independent of such wealth 
 
the independent discovery of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore 
 
 
for what reason did he meditate on schemes so difficult of realisation 
 
it was one of his axioms that similar meditations or the automatic 
relation to himself of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil 
recollection of the past when practised habitually before retiring for 
the night alleviated fatigue and produced as a result sound repose and 
renovated vitality 
 
 
his justifications 
 
as a physicist he had learned that of the years of complete human 
life at least viz years are passed in sleep as a philosopher 
he knew that at the termination of any allotted life only an 
infinitesimal part of any person s desires has been realised as a 
physiologist he believed in the artificial placation of malignant 
agencies chiefly operative during somnolence 
 
 
what did he fear 
 
the committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an aberration 
of the light of reason the incommensurable categorical intelligence 
situated in the cerebral convolutions 
 
 
what were habitually his final meditations 
 
of some one sole unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in 
wonder a poster novelty with all extraneous accretions excluded 
reduced to its simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span 
of casual vision and congruous with the velocity of modern life 
 
 
what did the first drawer unlocked contain 
 
a vere foster s handwriting copybook property of milly millicent 
bloom certain pages of which bore diagram drawings marked papli 
which showed a large globular head with hairs erect eyes in 
profile the trunk full front with large buttons triangular foot 
fading photographs of queen alexandra of england and of maud branscombe 
actress and professional beauty a yuletide card bearing on it a 
pictorial representation of a parasitic plant the legend mizpah the 
date xmas the name of the senders from mr mrs m comerford the 
versicle may this yuletide bring to thee joy and peace and welcome 
glee a butt of red partly liquefied sealing wax obtained from the 
stores department of messrs hely s ltd and dame street 
a box containing the remainder of a gross of gilt j pennibs obtained 
from same department of same firm an old sandglass which rolled 
containing sand which rolled a sealed prophecy never unsealed written 
by leopold bloom in concerning the consequences of the passing into 
law of william ewart gladstone s home rule bill of never passed 
into law a bazaar ticket no of s kevin s charity fair price 
 d prizes an infantile epistle dated small em monday reading 
capital pee papli comma capital aitch how are you note of interrogation 
capital eye i am very well full stop new paragraph signature with 
flourishes capital em milly no stop a cameo brooch property of ellen 
bloom born higgins deceased a cameo scarfpin property of rudolph 
bloom born virag deceased typewritten letters addressee henry 
flower c o p o westland row addresser martha clifford c o p o 
dolphin s barn the transliterated name and address of the addresser 
of the letters in reversed alphabetic boustrophedonic punctated 
quadrilinear cryptogram vowels suppressed n igs wi uu ox w oks 
mh y im a press cutting from an english weekly periodical modern 
society subject corporal chastisement in girls schools a pink ribbon 
which had festooned an easter egg in the year two partly uncoiled 
rubber preservatives with reserve pockets purchased by post from box 
 p o charing cross london w c pack of dozen creamlaid 
envelopes and feintruled notepaper watermarked now reduced by some 
assorted austrian hungarian coins coupons of the royal and privileged 
hungarian lottery a lowpower magnifying glass erotic photocards 
showing a buccal coition between nude senorita rere presentation 
superior position and nude torero fore presentation inferior 
position b anal violation by male religious fully clothed eyes 
abject of female religious partly clothed eyes direct purchased by 
post from box p o charing cross london w c a press cutting 
of recipe for renovation of old tan boots a id adhesive stamp 
lavender of the reign of queen victoria a chart of the measurements 
of leopold bloom compiled before during and after months consecutive 
use of sandow whiteley s pulley exerciser men s athlete s 
viz chest in and in biceps in and in forearm in 
and in thigh in and in calf in and in prospectus of 
the wonderworker the world s greatest remedy for rectal complaints 
direct from wonderworker coventry house south place london e c 
addressed erroneously to mrs l bloom with brief accompanying note 
commencing erroneously dear madam 
 
 
quote the textual terms in which the prospectus claimed advantages for 
this thaumaturgic remedy 
 
it heals and soothes while you sleep in case of trouble in breaking 
wind assists nature in the most formidable way insuring instant relief 
in discharge of gases keeping parts clean and free natural action an 
initial outlay of making a new man of you and life worth living 
ladies find wonderworker especially useful a pleasant surprise when 
they note delightful result like a cool drink of fresh spring water on 
a sultry summer s day recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends 
lasts a lifetime insert long round end wonderworker 
 
 
were there testimonials 
 
numerous from clergyman british naval officer wellknown author city 
man hospital nurse lady mother of five absentminded beggar 
 
 
how did absentminded beggar s concluding testimonial conclude 
 
what a pity the government did not supply our men with wonderworkers 
during the south african campaign what a relief it would have been 
 
 
what object did bloom add to this collection of objects 
 
a th typewritten letter received by henry flower let h f be l b 
from martha clifford find m c 
 
 
what pleasant reflection accompanied this action 
 
the reflection that apart from the letter in question his magnetic 
face form and address had been favourably received during the course of 
the preceding day by a wife mrs josephine breen born josie powell 
a nurse miss callan christian name unknown a maid gertrude gerty 
family name unknown 
 
 
what possibility suggested itself 
 
the possibility of exercising virile power of fascination in the not 
immediate future after an expensive repast in a private apartment in 
the company of an elegant courtesan of corporal beauty moderately 
mercenary variously instructed a lady by origin 
 
 
what did the nd drawer contain 
 
documents the birth certificate of leopold paula bloom an endowment 
assurance policy of pounds in the scottish widows assurance 
society intestated millicent milly bloom coming into force at 
years as with profit policy of pounds and pounds at 
 years or death years or death and death respectively or 
with profit policy paidup of together with cash payment of 
 at option a bank passbook issued by the ulster bank college 
green branch showing statement of a c for halfyear ending december 
 balance in depositor s favour eighteen pounds fourteen 
shillings and sixpence sterling net personalty certificate of 
possession of pounds canadian percent inscribed government 
stock free of stamp duty dockets of the catholic cemeteries 
 glasnevin committee relative to a graveplot purchased a local press 
cutting concerning change of name by deedpoll 
 
 
quote the textual terms of this notice 
 
i rudolph virag now resident at no clanbrassil street dublin 
formerly of szombathely in the kingdom of hungary hereby give notice 
that i have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at all 
times to be known by the name of rudolph bloom 
 
 
what other objects relative to rudolph bloom born virag were in the 
 nd drawer 
 
an indistinct daguerreotype of rudolf virag and his father leopold 
virag executed in the year in the portrait atelier of their 
 respectively st and nd cousin stefan virag of szesfehervar 
hungary an ancient haggadah book in which a pair of hornrimmed convex 
spectacles inserted marked the passage of thanksgiving in the ritual 
prayers for pessach passover a photocard of the queen s hotel 
ennis proprietor rudolph bloom an envelope addressed to my dear son 
leopold 
 
 
what fractions of phrases did the lecture of those five whole words 
evoke 
 
tomorrow will be a week that i received it is no use leopold to be 
 with your dear mother that is not more to stand to her 
all for me is out be kind to athos leopold my dear son 
always of me das herz gott dein 
 
 
what reminiscences of a human subject suffering from progressive 
melancholia did these objects evoke in bloom 
 
an old man widower unkempt of hair in bed with head covered 
sighing an infirm dog athos aconite resorted to by increasing doses 
of grains and scruples as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia the 
face in death of a septuagenarian suicide by poison 
 
 
why did bloom experience a sentiment of remorse 
 
because in immature impatience he had treated with disrespect certain 
beliefs and practices 
 
 
as 
 
the prohibition of the use of fleshmeat and milk at one meal the 
hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstract perfervidly concrete 
mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots the circumcision of 
male infants the supernatural character of judaic scripture the 
ineffability of the tetragrammaton the sanctity of the sabbath 
 
 
how did these beliefs and practices now appear to him 
 
not more rational than they had then appeared not less rational than 
other beliefs and practices now appeared 
 
 
what first reminiscence had he of rudolph bloom deceased 
 
rudolph bloom deceased narrated to his son leopold bloom aged a 
retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and between 
dublin london florence milan vienna budapest szombathely with 
statements of satisfaction his grandfather having seen maria theresia 
empress of austria queen of hungary with commercial advice having 
taken care of pence the pounds having taken care of themselves 
leopold bloom aged had accompanied these narrations by constant 
consultation of a geographical map of europe political and by 
suggestions for the establishment of affiliated business premises in the 
various centres mentioned 
 
 
had time equally but differently obliterated the memory of these 
migrations in narrator and listener 
 
in narrator by the access of years and in consequence of the use of 
narcotic toxin in listener by the access of years and in consequence of 
the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences 
 
 
what idiosyncracies of the narrator were concomitant products of 
amnesia 
 
occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat 
occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an 
inclined plate occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food 
by means of a lacerated envelope or other accessible fragment of paper 
 
 
what two phenomena of senescence were more frequent 
 
the myopic digital calculation of coins eructation consequent upon 
repletion 
 
 
what object offered partial consolation for these reminiscences 
 
the endowment policy the bank passbook the certificate of the 
possession of scrip 
 
 
reduce bloom by cross multiplication of reverses of fortune from which 
these supports protected him and by elimination of all positive values 
to a negligible negative irrational unreal quantity 
 
successively in descending helotic order poverty that of the outdoor 
hawker of imitation jewellery the dun for the recovery of bad and 
doubtful debts the poor rate and deputy cess collector mendicancy 
that of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying s d 
in the pound sandwichman distributor of throwaways nocturnal vagrant 
insinuating sycophant maimed sailor blind stripling superannuated 
bailiffs man marfeast lickplate spoilsport pickthank eccentric 
public laughingstock seated on bench of public park under discarded 
perforated umbrella destitution the inmate of old man s house royal 
hospital kilmainham the inmate of simpson s hospital for reduced but 
respectable men permanently disabled by gout or want of sight nadir of 
misery the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic 
pauper 
 
 
with which attendant indignities 
 
the unsympathetic indifference of previously amiable females the 
contempt of muscular males the acceptance of fragments of bread 
the simulated ignorance of casual acquaintances the latration of 
illegitimate unlicensed vagabond dogs the infantile discharge of 
decomposed vegetable missiles worth little or nothing nothing or less 
than nothing 
 
 
by what could such a situation be precluded 
 
by decease change of state by departure change of place 
 
 
which preferably 
 
the latter by the line of least resistance 
 
 
what considerations rendered departure not entirely undesirable 
 
constant cohabitation impeding mutual toleration of personal defects 
the habit of independent purchase increasingly cultivated the necessity 
to counteract by impermanent sojourn the permanence of arrest 
 
 
what considerations rendered departure not irrational 
 
the parties concerned uniting had increased and multiplied which 
being done offspring produced and educed to maturity the parties if 
not disunited were obliged to reunite for increase and multiplication 
which was absurd to form by reunion the original couple of uniting 
parties which was impossible 
 
 
what considerations rendered departure desirable 
 
the attractive character of certain localities in ireland and abroad 
as represented in general geographical maps of polychrome design or 
in special ordnance survey charts by employment of scale numerals and 
hachures 
 
 
in ireland 
 
the cliffs of moher the windy wilds of connemara lough neagh with 
submerged petrified city the giant s causeway fort camden and fort 
carlisle the golden vale of tipperary the islands of aran the 
pastures of royal meath brigid s elm in kildare the queen s island 
shipyard in belfast the salmon leap the lakes of killarney 
 
 
abroad 
 
ceylon with spicegardens supplying tea to thomas kernan agent for 
pulbrook robertson and co mincing lane london e c dame 
street dublin jerusalem the holy city with mosque of omar and gate 
of damascus goal of aspiration the straits of gibraltar the unique 
birthplace of marion tweedy the parthenon containing statues of nude 
grecian divinities the wall street money market which controlled 
international finance the plaza de toros at la linea spain where 
o hara of the camerons had slain the bull niagara over which no human 
being had passed with impunity the land of the eskimos eaters 
of soap the forbidden country of thibet from which no traveller 
returns the bay of naples to see which was to die the dead sea 
 
 
under what guidance following what signs 
 
at sea septentrional by night the polestar located at the point of 
intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in ursa maior produced 
and divided externally at omega and the hypotenuse of the rightangled 
triangle formed by the line alpha omega so produced and the line alpha 
delta of ursa maior on land meridional a bispherical moon revealed 
in imperfect varying phases of lunation through the posterior interstice 
of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a carnose negligent perambulating 
female a pillar of the cloud by day 
 
 
what public advertisement would divulge the occultation of the departed 
 
 pounds reward lost stolen or strayed from his residence eccles 
street missing gent about answering to the name of bloom leopold 
 poldy height ft inches full build olive complexion may 
have since grown a beard when last seen was wearing a black suit above 
sum will be paid for information leading to his discovery 
 
 
what universal binomial denominations would be his as entity and 
nonentity 
 
assumed by any or known to none everyman or noman 
 
 
what tributes his 
 
honour and gifts of strangers the friends of everyman a nymph 
immortal beauty the bride of noman 
 
 
would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear 
 
ever he would wander selfcompelled to the extreme limit of his 
cometary orbit beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic 
planets astronomical waifs and strays to the extreme boundary of 
space passing from land to land among peoples amid events somewhere 
imperceptibly he would hear and somehow reluctantly suncompelled obey 
the summons of recall whence disappearing from the constellation of 
the northern crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the 
constellation of cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination 
return an estranged avenger a wreaker of justice on malefactors a dark 
crusader a sleeper awakened with financial resources by supposition 
surpassing those of rothschild or the silver king 
 
 
what would render such return irrational 
 
an unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through 
reversible space and an exodus and return in space through irreversible 
time 
 
 
what play of forces inducing inertia rendered departure undesirable 
 
the lateness of the hour rendering procrastinatory the obscurity 
of the night rendering invisible the uncertainty of thoroughfares 
rendering perilous the necessity for repose obviating movement the 
proximity of an occupied bed obviating research the anticipation of 
warmth human tempered with coolness linen obviating desire and 
rendering desirable the statue of narcissus sound without echo 
desired desire 
 
 
what advantages were possessed by an occupied as distinct from an 
unoccupied bed 
 
the removal of nocturnal solitude the superior quality of human 
 mature female to inhuman hotwaterjar calefaction the stimulation of 
matutinal contact the economy of mangling done on the premises in the 
case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the 
spring mattress striped and the woollen mattress biscuit section 
 
 
what past consecutive causes before rising preapprehended of 
accumulated fatigue did bloom before rising silently recapitulate 
 
the preparation of breakfast burnt offering intestinal congestion and 
premeditative defecation holy of holies the bath rite of john the 
funeral rite of samuel the advertisement of alexander keyes urim and 
thummim the unsubstantial lunch rite of melchisedek the visit to 
museum and national library holy place the bookhunt along bedford 
row merchants arch wellington quay simchath torah the music in the 
ormond hotel shira shirim the altercation with a truculent troglodyte 
in bernard kiernan s premises holocaust a blank period of time 
including a cardrive a visit to a house of mourning a leavetaking 
 wilderness the eroticism produced by feminine exhibitionism rite of 
onan the prolonged delivery of mrs mina purefoy heave offering 
the visit to the disorderly house of mrs bella cohen tyrone 
street lower and subsequent brawl and chance medley in beaver street 
 armageddon nocturnal perambulation to and from the cabman s shelter 
butt bridge atonement 
 
 
what selfimposed enigma did bloom about to rise in order to go so as to 
conclude lest he should not conclude involuntarily apprehend 
 
the cause of a brief sharp unforeseen heard loud lone crack emitted by 
the insentient material of a strainveined timber table 
 
 
what selfinvolved enigma did bloom risen going gathering multicoloured 
multiform multitudinous garments voluntarily apprehending not 
comprehend 
 
who was m intosh 
 
 
what selfevident enigma pondered with desultory constancy during 
years did bloom now having effected natural obscurity by the extinction 
of artificial light silently suddenly comprehend 
 
where was moses when the candle went out 
 
 
what imperfections in a perfect day did bloom walking charged with 
collected articles of recently disvested male wearing apparel silently 
successively enumerate 
 
a provisional failure to obtain renewal of an advertisement to obtain 
a certain quantity of tea from thomas kernan agent for pulbrook 
robertson and co dame street dublin and mincing lane london e 
c to certify the presence or absence of posterior rectal orifice in 
the case of hellenic female divinities to obtain admission gratuitous 
or paid to the performance of leah by mrs bandmann palmer at the gaiety 
theatre south king street 
 
 
what impression of an absent face did bloom arrested silently recall 
 
the face of her father the late major brian cooper tweedy royal dublin 
fusiliers of gibraltar and rehoboth dolphin s barn 
 
 
what recurrent impressions of the same were possible by hypothesis 
 
retreating at the terminus of the great northern railway amiens 
street with constant uniform acceleration along parallel lines 
meeting at infinity if produced along parallel lines reproduced from 
infinity with constant uniform retardation at the terminus of the 
great northern railway amiens street returning 
 
 
what miscellaneous effects of female personal wearing apparel were 
perceived by him 
 
a pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies hose a pair of new 
violet garters a pair of outsize ladies drawers of india mull cut on 
generous lines redolent of opoponax jessamine and muratti s turkish 
cigarettes and containing a long bright steel safety pin folded 
curvilinear a camisole of batiste with thin lace border an accordion 
underskirt of blue silk moirette all these objects being disposed 
irregularly on the top of a rectangular trunk quadruple battened 
having capped corners with multicoloured labels initialled on its fore 
side in white lettering b c t brian cooper tweedy 
 
 
what impersonal objects were perceived 
 
a commode one leg fractured totally covered by square cretonne 
cutting apple design on which rested a lady s black straw hat 
orangekeyed ware bought of henry price basket fancy goods chinaware 
and ironmongery manufacturer moore street disposed 
irregularly on the washstand and floor and consisting of basin soapdish 
and brushtray on the washstand together pitcher and night article 
 on the floor separate 
 
 
bloom s acts 
 
he deposited the articles of clothing on a chair removed his remaining 
articles of clothing took from beneath the bolster at the head of the 
bed a folded long white nightshirt inserted his head and arms into the 
proper apertures of the nightshirt removed a pillow from the head to 
the foot of the bed prepared the bedlinen accordingly and entered the 
bed 
 
 
how 
 
with circumspection as invariably when entering an abode his own or 
not his own with solicitude the snakespiral springs of the mattress 
being old the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and tremulous 
under stress and strain prudently as entering a lair or ambush of 
lust or adders lightly the less to disturb reverently the bed of 
conception and of birth of consummation of marriage and of breach of 
marriage of sleep and of death 
 
 
what did his limbs when gradually extended encounter 
 
new clean bedlinen additional odours the presence of a human form 
female hers the imprint of a human form male not his some crumbs 
some flakes of potted meat recooked which he removed 
 
 
if he had smiled why would he have smiled 
 
to reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to 
enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if 
the first term of a succeeding one each imagining himself to be first 
last only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor 
alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity 
 
 
what preceding series 
 
assuming mulvey to be the first term of his series penrose bartell 
d arcy professor goodwin julius mastiansky john henry menton father 
bernard corrigan a farmer at the royal dublin society s horse show 
maggot o reilly matthew dillon valentine blake dillon lord mayor 
of dublin christopher callinan lenehan an italian organgrinder 
an unknown gentleman in the gaiety theatre benjamin dollard simon 
dedalus andrew pisser burke joseph cuffe wisdom hely alderman john 
hooper dr francis brady father sebastian of mount argus a bootblack 
at the general post office hugh e blazes boylan and so each and so 
on to no last term 
 
 
what were his reflections concerning the last member of this series and 
late occupant of the bed 
 
reflections on his vigour a bounder corporal proportion a 
billsticker commercial ability a bester impressionability a 
boaster 
 
 
why for the observer impressionability in addition to vigour corporal 
proportion and commercial ability 
 
because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the preceding 
members of the same series the same concupiscence inflammably 
transmitted first with alarm then with understanding then with 
desire finally with fatigue with alternating symptoms of epicene 
comprehension and apprehension 
 
 
with what antagonistic sentiments were his subsequent reflections 
affected 
 
envy jealousy abnegation equanimity 
 
 
envy 
 
of a bodily and mental male organism specially adapted for the 
superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic 
piston and cylinder movement necessary for the complete satisfaction of 
a constant but not acute concupiscence resident in a bodily and mental 
female organism passive but not obtuse 
 
 
jealousy 
 
because a nature full and volatile in its free state was alternately 
the agent and reagent of attraction because attraction between agent s 
and reagent s at all instants varied with inverse proportion of 
increase and decrease with incessant circular extension and radial 
reentrance because the controlled contemplation of the fluctuation of 
attraction produced if desired a fluctuation of pleasure 
 
 
abnegation 
 
in virtue of a acquaintance initiated in september in the 
establishment of george mesias merchant tailor and outfitter eden 
quay b hospitality extended and received in kind reciprocated and 
reappropriated in person c comparative youth subject to impulses of 
ambition and magnanimity colleagual altruism and amorous egoism d 
extraracial attraction intraracial inhibition supraracial prerogative 
e an imminent provincial musical tour common current expenses net 
proceeds divided 
 
 
equanimity 
 
as as natural as any and every natural act of a nature expressed or 
understood executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance 
with his her and their natured natures of dissimilar similarity 
as not so calamitous as a cataclysmic annihilation of the planet in 
consequence of a collision with a dark sun as less reprehensible than 
theft highway robbery cruelty to children and animals obtaining money 
under false pretences forgery embezzlement misappropriation of public 
money betrayal of public trust malingering mayhem corruption of 
minors criminal libel blackmail contempt of court arson treason 
felony mutiny on the high seas trespass burglary jailbreaking 
practice of unnatural vice desertion from armed forces in the field 
perjury poaching usury intelligence with the king s enemies 
impersonation criminal assault manslaughter wilful and premeditated 
murder as not more abnormal than all other parallel processes of 
adaptation to altered conditions of existence resulting in a reciprocal 
equilibrium between the bodily organism and its attendant circumstances 
foods beverages acquired habits indulged inclinations significant 
disease as more than inevitable irreparable 
 
 
why more abnegation than jealousy less envy than equanimity 
 
from outrage matrimony to outrage adultery there arose nought but 
outrage copulation yet the matrimonial violator of the matrimonially 
violated had not been outraged by the adulterous violator of the 
adulterously violated 
 
 
what retribution if any 
 
assassination never as two wrongs did not make one right duel by 
combat no divorce not now exposure by mechanical artifice automatic 
bed or individual testimony concealed ocular witnesses not yet suit 
for damages by legal influence or simulation of assault with evidence of 
injuries sustained selfinflicted not impossibly hushmoney by moral 
influence possibly if any positively connivance introduction of 
emulation material a prosperous rival agency of publicity moral 
a successful rival agent of intimacy depreciation alienation 
humiliation separation protecting the one separated from the other 
protecting the separator from both 
 
 
by what reflections did he a conscious reactor against the void of 
incertitude justify to himself his sentiments 
 
the preordained frangibility of the hymen the presupposed intangibility 
of the thing in itself the incongruity and disproportion between 
the selfprolonging tension of the thing proposed to be done and the 
selfabbreviating relaxation of the thing done the fallaciously inferred 
debility of the female the muscularity of the male the variations of 
ethical codes the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving 
no alteration of sense of an aorist preterite proposition parsed as 
masculine subject monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct 
feminine object from the active voice into its correlative aorist 
preterite proposition parsed as feminine subject auxiliary verb 
and quasimonosyllabic onomatopoeic past participle with complementary 
masculine agent in the passive voice the continued product of 
seminators by generation the continual production of semen by 
distillation the futility of triumph or protest or vindication the 
inanity of extolled virtue the lethargy of nescient matter the apathy 
of the stars 
 
 
in what final satisfaction did these antagonistic sentiments and 
reflections reduced to their simplest forms converge 
 
satisfaction at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial 
hemispheres in all habitable lands and islands explored or unexplored 
 the land of the midnight sun the islands of the blessed the isles of 
greece the land of promise of adipose anterior and posterior female 
hemispheres redolent of milk and honey and of excretory sanguine and 
seminal warmth reminiscent of secular families of curves of amplitude 
insusceptible of moods of impression or of contrarieties of expression 
expressive of mute immutable mature animality 
 
 
the visible signs of antesatisfaction 
 
an approximate erection a solicitous adversion a gradual elevation a 
tentative revelation a silent contemplation 
 
 
then 
 
he kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump on each 
plump melonous hemisphere in their mellow yellow furrow with obscure 
prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation 
 
 
the visible signs of postsatisfaction 
 
a silent contemplation a tentative velation a gradual abasement a 
solicitous aversion a proximate erection 
 
 
what followed this silent action 
 
somnolent invocation less somnolent recognition incipient excitation 
catechetical interrogation 
 
 
with what modifications did the narrator reply to this interrogation 
 
negative he omitted to mention the clandestine correspondence between 
martha clifford and henry flower the public altercation at in and 
in the vicinity of the licensed premises of bernard kiernan and co 
limited and little britain street the erotic provocation 
and response thereto caused by the exhibitionism of gertrude gerty 
surname unknown positive he included mention of a performance by mrs 
bandmann palmer of leah at the gaiety theatre south king 
street an invitation to supper at wynn s murphy s hotel and 
 lower abbey street a volume of peccaminous pornographical tendency 
entituled sweets of sin anonymous author a gentleman of fashion a 
temporary concussion caused by a falsely calculated movement in the 
course of a postcenal gymnastic display the victim since completely 
recovered being stephen dedalus professor and author eldest surviving 
son of simon dedalus of no fixed occupation an aeronautical feat 
executed by him narrator in the presence of a witness the professor 
and author aforesaid with promptitude of decision and gymnastic 
flexibility 
 
 
was the narration otherwise unaltered by modifications 
 
absolutely 
 
 
which event or person emerged as the salient point of his narration 
 
stephen dedalus professor and author 
 
 
what limitations of activity and inhibitions of conjugal rights were 
perceived by listener and narrator concerning themselves during the 
course of this intermittent and increasingly more laconic narration 
 
by the listener a limitation of fertility inasmuch as marriage had been 
celebrated calendar month after the th anniversary of her birth 
september viz october and consummated on the same date with 
female issue born june having been anticipatorily consummated 
on the lo september of the same year and complete carnal intercourse 
with ejaculation of semen within the natural female organ having last 
taken place weeks previous viz november to the birth on 
december of second and only male issue deceased january 
aged days there remained a period of years months and days 
during which carnal intercourse had been incomplete without ejaculation 
of semen within the natural female organ by the narrator a limitation 
of activity mental and corporal inasmuch as complete mental 
intercourse between himself and the listener had not taken place since 
the consummation of puberty indicated by catamenic hemorrhage of the 
female issue of narrator and listener september there remained 
a period of months and day during which in consequence of a 
preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the 
consummated females listener and issue complete corporal liberty of 
action had been circumscribed 
 
 
how 
 
by various reiterated feminine interrogation concerning the masculine 
destination whither the place where the time at which the duration 
for which the object with which in the case of temporary absences 
projected or effected 
 
 
what moved visibly above the listener s and the narrator s invisible 
thoughts 
 
the upcast reflection of a lamp and shade an inconstant series of 
concentric circles of varying gradations of light and shadow 
 
 
in what directions did listener and narrator lie 
 
listener s e by e narrator n w by w on the rd parallel 
of latitude n and th meridian of longitude w at an angle of 
degrees to the terrestrial equator 
 
 
in what state of rest or motion 
 
at rest relatively to themselves and to each other in motion being each 
and both carried westward forward and rereward respectively by the 
proper perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks of 
neverchanging space 
 
 
in what posture 
 
listener reclined semilaterally left left hand under head right 
leg extended in a straight line and resting on left leg flexed in the 
attitude of gea tellus fulfilled recumbent big with seed narrator 
reclined laterally left with right and left legs flexed the index 
finger and thumb of the right hand resting on the bridge of the nose in 
the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made by percy apjohn the 
childman weary the manchild in the womb 
 
 
womb weary 
 
he rests he has travelled 
 
 
with 
 
sinbad the sailor and tinbad the tailor and jinbad the jailer and 
whinbad the whaler and ninbad the nailer and finbad the failer and 
binbad the bailer and pinbad the pailer and minbad the mailer and hinbad 
the hailer and rinbad the railer and dinbad the kailer and vinbad the 
quailer and linbad the yailer and xinbad the phthailer 
 
 
when 
 
going to dark bed there was a square round sinbad the sailor roc s auk s 
egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of darkinbad the 
brightdayler 
 
 
where 
 
 
 
yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his 
breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the city arms hotel 
when he used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his 
highness to make himself interesting for that old faggot mrs riordan 
that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing 
all for masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually 
afraid to lay out d for her methylated spirit telling me all her 
ailments she had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes 
and the end of the world let us have a bit of fun first god help the 
world if all the women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecks 
of course nobody wanted her to wear them i suppose she was pious because 
no man would look at her twice i hope ill never be like her a wonder 
she didnt want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman 
certainly and her gabby talk about mr riordan here and mr riordan there 
i suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and 
always edging to get up under my petticoats especially then still i like 
that in him polite to old women like that and waiters and beggars too 
hes not proud out of nothing but not always if ever he got anything 
really serious the matter with him its much better for them to go into 
a hospital where everything is clean but i suppose id have to dring it 
into him for a month yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing 
on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him out or a nun 
maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as im not yes 
because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman 
to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was o tragic and that 
dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at 
the choir party at the sugarloaf mountain the day i wore that dress 
miss stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she could find at the 
bottom of the basket anything at all to get into a mans bedroom with 
her old maids voice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to 
never see thy face again though he looked more like a man with his beard 
a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides i hate bandaging and 
dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed 
get bloodpoisoning but if it was a thing i was sick then wed see what 
attention only of course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble 
they do yes he came somewhere im sure by his appetite anyway love its 
not or hed be off his feed thinking of her so either it was one of those 
night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he 
made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it hynes kept me who did i 
meet ah yes i met do you remember menton and who else who let me see 
that big babbyface i saw him and he not long married flirting with a 
young girl at pooles myriorama and turned my back on him when he slinked 
out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the impudence to make 
up to me one time well done to him mouth almighty and his boiled eyes of 
all the big stupoes i ever met and thats called a solicitor only for 
i hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that its some 
little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the 
sly if they only knew him as well as i do yes because the day before 
yesterday he was scribbling something a letter when i came into the 
front room to show him dignams death in the paper as if something told 
me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking 
about business so very probably that was it to somebody who thinks 
she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that at his age 
especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she 
can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual kissing my 
bottom was to hide it not that i care two straws now who he does it with 
or knew before that way though id like to find out so long as i dont 
have the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut that mary 
we had in ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad 
enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once or twice 
i had a suspicion by getting him to come near me when i found the 
long hair on his coat without that one when i went into the kitchen 
pretending he was drinking water woman is not enough for them it was 
all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could 
eat at our table on christmas day if you please o no thank you not in my 
house stealing my potatoes and the oysters per doz going out to see 
her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but i was sure he had 
something on with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he 
said you have no proof it was her proof o yes her aunt was very fond of 
oysters but i told her what i thought of her suggesting me to go out to 
be alone with her i wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters i 
found in her room the friday she was out that was enough for me a little 
bit too much her face swelled up on her with temper when i gave her her 
weeks notice i saw to that better do without them altogether do out the 
rooms myself quicker only for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt 
i gave it to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house i couldnt even 
touch him if i thought he was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven 
like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place in 
the w c too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt 
possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last 
time he came on my bottom when was it the night boylan gave my hand a 
great squeeze going along by the tolka in my hand there steals another 
i just pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back 
singing the young may moon shes beaming love because he has an idea 
about him and me hes not such a fool he said im dining out and going to 
the gaiety though im not going to give him the satisfaction in any case 
god knows hes a change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the 
same old hat unless i paid some nicelooking boy to do it since i cant do 
it myself a young boy would like me id confuse him a little alone with 
him if we were id let him see my garters the new ones and make him turn 
red looking at him seduce him i know what boys feel with that down 
on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour 
question and answer would you do this that and the other with the 
coalman yes with a bishop yes i would because i told him about some dean 
or bishop was sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when i was 
knitting that woollen thing a stranger to dublin what place was it and 
so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging 
him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are 
you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german 
emperor is it yes imagine im him think of him can you feel him trying to 
make a whore of me what he never will he ought to give it up now at this 
age of his life simply ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it 
pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself anyway 
and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all with 
all the talk of the world about it people make its only the first time 
after that its just the ordinary do it and think no more about it why 
cant you kiss a man without going and marrying him first you sometimes 
love to wildly when you feel that way so nice all over you you cant help 
yourself i wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there 
and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to 
your soul almost paralyses you then i hate that confession when i used 
to go to father corrigan he touched me father and what harm if he did 
where and i said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your 
person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was 
it where you sit down yes o lord couldnt he say bottom right out and 
have done with it what has that got to do with it and did you whatever 
way he put it i forget no father and i always think of the real father 
what did he want to know for when i already confessed it to god he had 
a nice fat hand the palm moist always i wouldnt mind feeling it neither 
would he id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar i wonder did he know 
me in the box i could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed 
never turn or let on still his eyes were red when his father died theyre 
lost for a woman of course must be terrible when a man cries let alone 
them id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of 
incense off him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if 
youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to h 
h the pope for a penance i wonder was he satisfied with me one thing i 
didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall 
though i laughed im not a horse or an ass am i i suppose he was thinking 
of his fathers i wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am i in 
it who gave him that flower he said he bought he smelt of some kind of 
drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they stick 
their bills up with some liqueur id like to sip those richlooking green 
and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the 
opera hats i tasted once with my finger dipped out of that american that 
had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to 
keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took the 
port and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because i felt lovely 
and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment i popped 
straight into bed till that thunder woke me up god be merciful to us 
i thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when i 
blessed myself and said a hail mary like those awful thunderbolts in 
gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end and then they come and 
tell you theres no god what could you do if it was running and rushing 
about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle i lit that 
evening in whitefriars street chapel for the month of may see it brought 
its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church 
mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey 
matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when i lit the 
lamp because he must have come or times with that tremendous big red 
brute of a thing he has i thought the vein or whatever the dickens they 
call it was going to burst though his nose is not so big after i took 
off all my things with the blinds down after my hours dressing and 
perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind of a thick crowbar 
standing all the time he must have eaten oysters i think a few dozen he 
was in great singing voice no i never in all my life felt anyone had 
one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole 
sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the 
middle of us or like a stallion driving it up into you because thats all 
they want out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye i had 
to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in 
him when i made him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is 
so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last 
time i let him finish it in me nice invention they made for women for 
him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it 
themselves theyd know what i went through with milly nobody would 
believe cutting her teeth too and mina purefoys 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 always with a smell of children off her the one 
they called budgers or something like a nigger with a shock of hair on 
it jesusjack the child is a black the last time i was there a squad of 
them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears 
supposed to be healthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like 
elephants or i dont know what supposing i risked having another not off 
him though still if he was married im sure hed have a fine strong child 
but i dont know poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly 
i suppose it was meeting josie powell and the funeral and thinking about 
me and boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll 
do him any good i know they were spooning a bit when i came on the scene 
he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of georgina simpsons 
housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was on account 
of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup 
row over politics he began it not me when he said about our lord being a 
carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about 
everything i was fuming with myself after for giving in only for i knew 
he was gone on me and the first socialist he said he was he annoyed me 
so much i couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup 
things especially about the body and the inside i often wanted to study 
up that myself what we have inside us in that family physician i could 
always hear his voice talking when the room was crowded and watch him 
after that i pretended i had a coolness on with her over him because he 
used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going 
to and i said over to floey and he made me the present of byron s poems 
and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that i could quite easily 
get him to make it up any time i know how id even supposing he got in 
with her again and was going out to see her somewhere id know if he 
refused to eat the onions i know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the 
collar of my blouse or touch him with my veil and gloves on going out i 
kiss then would send them all spinning however alright well see then let 
him go to her she of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes 
mad in love with him that i wouldnt so much mind id just go to her and 
ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool 
me but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her with his 
plabbery kind of a manner like he did to me though i had the devils own 
job to get it out of him though i liked him for that it showed he could 
hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on the pop of asking 
me too the night in the kitchen i was rolling the potato cake theres 
something i want to say to you only for i put him off letting on i was 
in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case i let 
out too much the night before talking of dreams so i didnt want to let 
him know more than was good for him she used to be always embracing me 
josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming me over and 
when i said i washed up and down as far as possible asking me and did 
you wash possible the women are always egging on to that putting it on 
thick when hes there they know by his sly eye blinking a bit putting on 
the indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what 
spoils him i dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at 
that time trying to look like lord byron i said i liked though he 
was too beautiful for a man and he was a little before we got engaged 
afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day i was in fits of 
laughing with the giggles i couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling 
out one after another with the mass of hair i had youre always in great 
humour she said yes because it grigged her because she knew what it 
meant because i used to tell her a good bit of what went on between us 
not all but just enough to make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault 
she didnt darken the door much after we were married i wonder what shes 
got like now after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her 
face beginning to look drawn and run down the last time i saw her she 
must have been just after a row with him because i saw on the moment she 
was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about him 
to run him down what was it she told me o yes that sometimes he used to 
go to bed with his muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine 
having to get into bed with a thing like that that might murder you 
any moment what a man well its not the one way everyone goes mad poldy 
anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes 
in wet or shine and always blacks his own boots too and he always takes 
off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes going 
about in his slippers to look for pounds for a postcard u p up 
o sweetheart may wouldnt a thing like that simply bore you stiff to 
extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off now what 
could you make of a man like that id rather die times over than marry 
another of their sex of course hed never find another woman like me to 
put up with him the way i do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows 
that too at the bottom of his heart take that mrs maybrick that poisoned 
her husband for what i wonder in love with some other man yes it was 
found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing 
like that of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad 
and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them 
for if were so bad as all that comes to yes because they cant get on 
without us white arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it i 
wonder why they call it that if i asked him hed say its from the greek 
leave us as wise as we were before she must have been madly in love with 
the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged o she didnt care if 
that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough 
to go and hang a woman surely are they 
 
theyre all so different boylan talking about the shape of my foot he 
noticed at once even before he was introduced when i was in the d b c 
with poldy laughing and trying to listen i was waggling my foot we both 
ordered teas and plain bread and butter i saw him looking with his 
two old maids of sisters when i stood up and asked the girl where it was 
what do i care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches 
he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all 
myself always with some brandnew fad every other week such a long one i 
did i forgot my suede gloves on the seat behind that i never got after 
some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the irish times 
lost in the ladies lavatory d b c dame street finder return to mrs 
marion bloom and i saw his eyes on my feet going out through the turning 
door he was looking when i looked back and i went there for tea days 
after in the hope but he wasnt now how did that excite him because i was 
crossing them when we were in the other room first he meant the shoes 
that are too tight to walk in my hand is nice like that if i only had a 
ring with the stone for my month a nice aquamarine ill stick him for one 
and a gold bracelet i dont like my foot so much still i made him spend 
once with my foot the night after goodwins botchup of a concert so cold 
and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire 
wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the 
hearthrug in lombard street west and another time it was my muddy boots 
hed like me to walk in all the horses dung i could find but of course 
hes not natural like the rest of the world that i what did he say i 
could give points in to katty lanner and beat her what does that 
mean i asked him i forget what he said because the stoppress edition 
just passed and the man with the curly hair in the lucan dairy thats so 
polite i think i saw his face before somewhere i noticed him when i was 
tasting the butter so i took my time bartell darcy too that he used to 
make fun of when he commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after i 
sang gounods ave maria what are we waiting for o my heart kiss me 
straight on the brow and part which is my brown part he was pretty hot 
for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was always raving about if 
you can believe him i liked the way he used his mouth singing then he 
said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a place like that i dont see 
anything so terrible about it ill tell him about that some day not now 
and surprise him ay and ill take him there and show him the very place 
too we did it so now there you are like it or lump it he thinks nothing 
can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about my mother till we 
were engaged otherwise hed never have got me so cheap as he did he was 
lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to give him a tiny bit cut off 
my drawers that was the evening coming along kenilworth square he kissed 
me in the eye of my glove and i had to take it off asking me questions 
is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom so i let him keep it 
as if i forgot it to think of me when i saw him slip it into his pocket 
of course hes mad on the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen 
always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the bicycles with their 
skirts blowing up to their navels even when milly and i were out with 
him at the open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right 
against the sun so he could see every atom she had on when he saw me 
from behind following in the rain i saw him before he saw me however 
standing at the corner of the harolds cross road with a new raincoat on 
him with the muffler in the zingari colours to show off his complexion 
and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was he doing there 
where hed no business they can go and get whatever they like from 
anything at all with a skirt on it and were not to ask any questions but 
they want to know where were you where are you going i could feel him 
coming along skulking after me his eyes on my neck he had been keeping 
away from the house he felt it was getting too warm for him so i 
halfturned and stopped then he pestered me to say yes till i took off my 
glove slowly watching him he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for 
the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anear me drawers drawers 
the whole blessed time till i promised to give him the pair off my doll 
to carry about in his waistcoat pocket o maria santisima he did look 
a big fool dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me 
hungry to look at them and beseeched of me to lift the orange petticoat 
i had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed kneel 
down in the wet if i didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new 
raincoat you never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so 
savage for it if anyone was passing so i lifted them a bit and touched 
his trousers outside the way i used to gardner after with my ring hand 
to keep him from doing worse where it was too public i was dying to find 
out was he circumcised he was shaking like a jelly all over they want 
to do everything too quick take all the pleasure out of it and father 
waiting all the time for his dinner he told me to say i left my purse in 
the butchers and had to go back for it what a deceiver then he wrote me 
that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any 
woman after his company manners making it so awkward after when we met 
asking me have i offended you with my eyelids down of course he saw i 
wasnt he had a few brains not like that other fool henny doyle he was 
always breaking or tearing something in the charades i hate an unlucky 
man and if i knew what it meant of course i had to say no for form sake 
dont understand you i said and wasnt it natural so it is of course 
it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall in 
gibraltar with that word i couldnt find anywhere only for children 
seeing it too young then writing every morning a letter sometimes twice 
a day i liked the way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman 
when he sent me the big poppies because mine was the th then i wrote 
the night he kissed my heart at dolphins barn i couldnt describe it 
simply it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to 
embrace well like gardner i hope hell come on monday as he said at the 
same time four i hate people who come at all hours answer the door you 
think its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or 
the door of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day old frostyface 
goodwin called about the concert in lombard street and i just after 
dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at me 
professor i had to say im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in his 
way it was impossible to be more respectful nobody to say youre out you 
have to peep out through the blind like the messengerboy today i thought 
it was a putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first and i 
was just beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was trying to make a 
fool of me when i knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been 
a bit late because it was l after when i saw the dedalus girls 
coming from school i never know the time even that watch he gave me 
never seems to go properly id want to get it looked after when i threw 
the penny to that lame sailor for england home and beauty when i was 
whistling there is a charming girl i love and i hadnt even put on my 
clean shift or powdered myself or a thing then this day week were to go 
to belfast just as well he has to go to ennis his fathers anniversary 
the th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel 
were beside each other and any fooling went on in the new bed i couldnt 
tell him to stop and not bother me with him in the next room or perhaps 
some protestant clergyman with a cough knocking on the wall then hed 
never believe the next day we didnt do something its all very well a 
husband but you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never did 
anything of course he didnt believe me no its better hes going where 
he is besides something always happens with him the time going to the 
mallow concert at maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of 
us then the bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup 
splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hadnt he the nerve and the waiter 
after him making a holy show of us screeching and confusion for the 
engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen 
in the rd class carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so 
pigheaded sometimes when he gets a thing into his head a good job he was 
able to open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have taken us on 
to cork i suppose that was done out of revenge on him o i love jaunting 
in a train or a car with lovely soft cushions i wonder will he take 
a st class for me he might want to do it in the train by tipping the 
guard well o i suppose therell be the usual idiots of men gaping at 
us with their eyes as stupid as ever they can possibly be that was an 
exceptional man that common workman that left us alone in the carriage 
that day going to howth id like to find out something about him l or 
tunnels perhaps then you have to look out of the window all the nicer 
then coming back suppose i never came back what would they say eloped 
with him that gets you on on the stage the last concert i sang at where 
its over a year ago when was it st teresas hall clarendon st little 
chits of missies they have now singing kathleen kearney and her like 
on account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded 
beggar and wearing a brooch for lord roberts when i had the map of it 
all and poldy not irish enough was it him managed it this time i wouldnt 
put it past him like he got me on to sing in the stabat mater by going 
around saying he was putting lead kindly light to music i put him up to 
that till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the piano 
lead thou me on copied from some old opera yes and he was going about 
with some of them sinner fein lately or whatever they call themselves 
talking his usual trash and nonsense he says that little man he showed 
me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man griffiths is he 
well he doesnt look it thats all i can say still it must have been him 
he knew there was a boycott i hate the mention of their politics after 
the war that pretoria and ladysmith and bloemfontein where gardner lieut 
stanley g th bn nd east lancs rgt of enteric fever he was a lovely 
fellow in khaki and just the right height over me im sure he was brave 
too he said i was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock 
my irish beauty he was pale with excitement about going away or wed be 
seen from the road he couldnt stand properly and i so hot as i never 
felt they could have made their peace in the beginning or old oom paul 
and the rest of the other old krugers go and fight it out between them 
instead of dragging on for years killing any finelooking men there were 
with their fever if he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been so 
bad i love to see a regiment pass in review the first time i saw the 
spanish cavalry at la roque it was lovely after looking across the bay 
from algeciras all the lights of the rock like fireflies or those sham 
battles on the acres the black watch with their kilts in time at the 
march past the th hussars the prince of wales own or the lancers o the 
lancers theyre grand or the dublins that won tugela his father made his 
money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he could buy me a 
nice present up in belfast after what i gave him theyve lovely linen up 
there or one of those nice kimono things i must buy a mothball like i 
had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be exciting going 
round with him shopping buying those things in a new city better leave 
this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get it over the 
knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or 
tell the police on me but theyd think were married o let them all go and 
smother themselves for the fat lot i care he has plenty of money and hes 
not a marrying man so somebody better get it out of him if i could find 
out whether he likes me i looked a bit washy of course when i looked 
close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression 
besides scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big 
hipbones hes heavy too with his hairy chest for this heat always having 
to lie down for them better for him put it into me from behind the way 
mrs mastiansky told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and 
stick out her tongue as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild 
with his tingating cither can you ever be up to men the way it takes 
them lovely stuff in that blue suit he had on and stylish tie and socks 
with the skyblue silk things on them hes certainly well off i know by 
the cut his clothes have and his heavy watch but he was like a perfect 
devil for a few minutes after he came back with the stoppress tearing up 
the tickets and swearing blazes because he lost quid he said he lost 
over that outsider that won and half he put on for me on account of 
lenehans tip cursing him to the lowest pits that sponger he was making 
free with me after the glencree dinner coming back that long joult over 
the featherbed mountain after the lord mayor looking at me with his 
dirty eyes val dillon that big heathen i first noticed him at dessert 
when i was cracking the nuts with my teeth i wished i could have picked 
every morsel of that chicken out of my fingers it was so tasty 
and browned and as tender as anything only for i didnt want to eat 
everything on my plate those forks and fishslicers were hallmarked 
silver too i wish i had some i could easily have slipped a couple into 
my muff when i was playing with them then always hanging out of them for 
money in a restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we have to 
be thankful for our mangy cup of tea itself as a great compliment to be 
noticed the way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on i 
want at least two other good chemises for one thing and but i dont know 
what kind of drawers he likes none at all i think didnt he say yes and 
half the girls in gibraltar never wore them either naked as god made 
them that andalusian singing her manola she didnt make much secret of 
what she hadnt yes and the second pair of silkette stockings is laddered 
after one days wear i could have brought them back to lewers this 
morning and kicked up a row and made that one change them only not to 
upset myself and run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole 
thing and one of those kidfitting corsets id want advertised cheap in 
the gentlewoman with elastic gores on the hips he saved the one i have 
but thats no good what did they say they give a delightful figure line 
 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the lower back to 
reduce flesh my belly is a bit too big ill have to knock off the 
stout at dinner or am i getting too fond of it the last they sent from 
orourkes was as flat as a pancake he makes his money easy larry they 
call him the old mangy parcel he sent at xmas a cottage cake and a 
bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he couldnt get 
anyone to drink god spare his spit for fear hed die of the drouth or 
i must do a few breathing exercises i wonder is that antifat any good 
might overdo it the thin ones are not so much the fashion now garters 
that much i have the violet pair i wore today thats all he bought me 
out of the cheque he got on the first o no there was the face lotion 
i finished the last of yesterday that made my skin like new i told him 
over and over again get that made up in the same place and dont forget 
it god only knows whether he did after all i said to him know by 
the bottle anyway if not i suppose only have to wash in my piss like 
beeftea or chickensoup with some of that opoponax and violet i thought 
it was beginning to look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much 
finer where it peeled off there on my finger after the burn its a pity 
it isnt all like that and the four paltry handkerchiefs about in all 
sure you cant get on in this world without style all going in food and 
rent when i get it ill lash it around i tell you in fine style i always 
want to throw a handful of tea into the pot measuring and mincing if 
i buy a pair of old brogues itself do you like those new shoes yes how 
much were they ive no clothes at all the brown costume and the skirt and 
jacket and the one at the cleaners whats that for any woman cutting 
up this old hat and patching up the other the men wont look at you and 
women try to walk on you because they know youve no man then with all 
the things getting dearer every day for the years more i have of life 
up to no im what am i at all be in september will i what o 
well look at that mrs galbraith shes much older than me i saw her when 
i was out last week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman 
magnificent head of hair on her down to her waist tossing it back like 
that like kitty oshea in grantham street st thing i did every morning 
to look across see her combing it as if she loved it and was full of it 
pity i only got to know her the day before we left and that mrs langtry 
the jersey lily the prince of wales was in love with i suppose hes like 
the first man going the roads only for the name of a king theyre all 
made the one way only a black mans id like to try a beauty up to what 
was she there was some funny story about the jealous old husband what 
was it at all and an oyster knife he went no he made her wear a kind 
of a tin thing round her and the prince of wales yes he had the oyster 
knife cant be true a thing like that like some of those books he brings 
me the works of master francois somebody supposed to be a priest about 
a child born out of her ear because her bumgut fell out a nice word for 
any priest to write and her a e as if any fool wouldnt know what that 
meant i hate that pretending of all things with that old blackguards 
face on him anybody can see its not true and that ruby and fair tyrants 
he brought me that twice i remember when i came to page o the part 
about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cord flagellate 
sure theres nothing for a woman in that all invention made up about he 
drinking the champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over like 
the infant jesus in the crib at inchicore in the blessed virgins arms 
sure no woman could have a child that big taken out of her and i thought 
first it came out of her side because how could she go to the chamber 
when she wanted to and she a rich lady of course she felt honoured h r h 
he was in gibraltar the year i was born i bet he found lilies there too 
where he planted the tree he planted more than that in his time he might 
have planted me too if hed come a bit sooner then i wouldnt be here as 
i am he ought to chuck that freeman with the paltry few shillings 
he knocks out of it and go into an office or something where hed get 
regular pay or a bank where they could put him up on a throne to count 
the money all the day of course he prefers plottering about the house 
so you cant stir with him any side whats your programme today i wish hed 
even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man or pretending 
to be mooching about for advertisements when he could have been in mr 
cuffes still only for what he did then sending me to try and patch it up 
i could have got him promoted there to be the manager he gave me a great 
mirada once or twice first he was as stiff as the mischief really and 
truly mrs bloom only i felt rotten simply with the old rubbishy dress 
that i lost the leads out of the tails with no cut in it but theyre 
coming into fashion again i bought it simply to please him i knew it was 
no good by the finish pity i changed my mind of going to todd and bums 
as i said and not lees it was just like the shop itself rummage sale a 
lot of trash i hate those rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills me 
altogether only he thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress and 
cooking mathering everything he can scour off the shelves into it if 
i went by his advices every blessed hat i put on does that suit me yes 
take that thats alright the one like a weddingcake standing up miles 
off my head he said suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my 
backside on pins and needles about the shopgirl in that place in grafton 
street i had the misfortune to bring him into and she as insolent as 
ever she could be with her smirk saying im afraid were giving you too 
much trouble what shes there for but i stared it out of her yes he was 
awfully stiff and no wonder but he changed the second time he looked 
poldy pigheaded as usual like the soup but i could see him looking very 
hard at my chest when he stood up to open the door for me it was nice of 
him to show me out in any case im extremely sorry mrs bloom believe me 
without making it too marked the first time after him being insulted and 
me being supposed to be his wife i just half smiled i know my chest was 
out that way at the door when he said im extremely sorry and im sure you 
were 
 
yes i think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he 
made me thirsty titties he calls them i had to laugh yes this one anyhow 
stiff the nipple gets for the least thing ill get him to keep that up 
and ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for him 
what are all those veins and things curious the way its made the same 
in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there 
like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with 
her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks 
like with his two bags full and his other thing hanging down out of 
him or sticking up at you like a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a 
cabbageleaf that disgusting cameron highlander behind the meat market or 
that other wretch with the red head behind the tree where the statue 
of the fish used to be when i was passing pretending he was pissing 
standing out for me to see it with his babyclothes up to one side the 
queens own they were a nice lot its well the surreys relieved them 
theyre always trying to show it to you every time nearly i passed 
outside the mens greenhouse near the harcourt street station just to 
try some fellow or other trying to catch my eye as if it was i of the 
 wonders of the world o and the stink of those rotten places the night 
coming home with poldy after the comerfords party oranges and lemonade 
to make you feel nice and watery i went into r of them it was so biting 
cold i couldnt keep it when was that the canal was frozen yes it was 
a few months after a pity a couple of the camerons werent there to see 
me squatting in the mens place meadero i tried to draw a picture of 
it before i tore it up like a sausage or something i wonder theyre not 
afraid going about of getting a kick or a bang of something there the 
woman is beauty of course thats admitted when he said i could pose for a 
picture naked to some rich fellow in holles street when he lost the 
job in helys and i was selling the clothes and strumming in the coffee 
palace would i be like that bath of the nymph with my hair down yes only 
shes younger or im a little like that dirty bitch in that spanish photo 
he has nymphs used they go about like that i asked him about her and 
that word met something with hoses in it and he came out with some 
jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can explain a thing simply 
the way a body can understand then he goes and burns the bottom out of 
the pan all for his kidney this one not so much theres the mark of his 
teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple i had to scream out arent 
they fearful trying to hurt you i had a great breast of milk with milly 
enough for two what was the reason of that he said i could have got a 
pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morning that delicate 
looking student that stopped in no with the citrons penrose nearly 
caught me washing through the window only for i snapped up the towel to 
my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he 
got doctor brady to give me the belladonna prescription i had to get him 
to suck them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker than 
cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything i 
declare somebody ought to put him in the budget if i only could remember 
the i half of the things and write a book out of it the works of master 
poldy yes and its so much smoother the skin much an hour he was at them 
im sure by the clock like some kind of a big infant i had at me they 
want everything in their mouth all the pleasure those men get out of a 
woman i can feel his mouth o lord i must stretch myself i wished he was 
here or somebody to let myself go with and come again like that i feel 
all fire inside me or if i could dream it when he made me spend the nd 
time tickling me behind with his finger i was coming for about minutes 
with my legs round him i had to hug him after o lord i wanted to shout 
out all sorts of things fuck or shit or anything at all only not to look 
ugly or those lines from the strain who knows the way hed take it you 
want to feel your way with a man theyre not all like him thank god some 
of them want you to be so nice about it i noticed the contrast he does 
it and doesnt talk i gave my eyes that look with my hair a bit loose 
from the tumbling and my tongue between my lips up to him the savage 
brute thursday friday one saturday two sunday three o lord i cant wait 
till monday 
 
frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines 
have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of 
them all sides like the end of loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men 
that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those 
roasting engines stifling it was today im glad i burned the half of 
those old freemans and photo bits leaving things like that lying about 
hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them up in the w c 
get him to cut them tomorrow for me instead of having them there for 
the next year to get a few pence for them have him asking wheres last 
januarys paper and all those old overcoats i bundled out of the hall 
making the place hotter than it is that rain was lovely and refreshing 
just after my beauty sleep i thought it was going to get like gibraltar 
my goodness the heat there before the levanter came on black as night 
and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant compared 
with their rock mountain they think is so great with the red sentries 
here and there the poplars and they all whitehot and the smell of the 
rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering down on 
you faded all that lovely frock fathers friend mrs stanhope sent me from 
the b marche paris what a shame my dearest doggerina she wrote on it 
she was very nice whats this her other name was just a p c to tell you i 
sent the little present have just had a jolly warm bath and feel a very 
clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him wogger wd give anything 
to be back in gib and hear you sing waiting and in old madrid concone 
is the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new some word 
i couldnt make out shawls amusing things but tear for the least thing 
still there lovely i think dont you will always think of the lovely teas 
we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers i adore 
well now dearest doggerina be sure and write soon kind she left out 
regards to your father also captain grove with love yrs affly hester x 
x x x x she didnt look a bit married just like a girl he was years older 
than her wogger he was awfully fond of me when he held down the wire 
with his foot for me to step over at the bullfight at la linea when 
that matador gomez was given the bulls ear these clothes we have to wear 
whoever invented them expecting you to walk up killiney hill then for 
example at that picnic all staysed up you cant do a blessed thing in 
them in a crowd run or jump out of the way thats why i was afraid when 
that other ferocious old bull began to charge the banderilleros with 
the sashes and the things in their hats and the brutes of men shouting 
bravo toro sure the women were as bad in their nice white mantillas 
ripping all the whole insides out of those poor horses i never heard of 
such a thing in all my life yes he used to break his heart at me taking 
off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it sick what became 
of them ever i suppose theyre dead long ago the of them its like all 
through a mist makes you feel so old i made the scones of course i had 
everything all to myself then a girl hester we used to compare our hair 
mine was thicker than hers she showed me how to settle it at the back 
when i put it up and whats this else how to make a knot on a thread with 
the one hand we were like cousins what age was i then the night of the 
storm i slept in her bed she had her arms round me then we were fighting 
in the morning with the pillow what fun he was watching me whenever he 
got an opportunity at the band on the alameda esplanade when i was with 
father and captain grove i looked up at the church first and then at the 
windows then down and our eyes met i felt something go through me like 
all needles my eyes were dancing i remember after when i looked 
at myself in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was 
attractive to a girl in spite of his being a little bald intelligent 
looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was like thomas in 
the shadow of ashlydyat i had a splendid skin from the sun and the 
excitement like a rose i didnt get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have been 
nice on account of her but i could have stopped it in time she gave me 
the moonstone to read that was the first i read of wilkie collins east 
lynne i read and the shadow of ashlydyat mrs henry wood henry dunbar by 
that other woman i lent him afterwards with mulveys photo in it so as he 
see i wasnt without and lord lytton eugene aram molly bawn she gave me 
by mrs hungerford on account of the name i dont like books with a molly 
in them like that one he brought me about the one from flanders a whore 
always shoplifting anything she could cloth and stuff and yards of it 
o this blanket is too heavy on me thats better i havent even one decent 
nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and his 
fooling thats better i used to be weltering then in the heat my shift 
drenched with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair 
when i stood up they were so fattish and firm when i got up on the sofa 
cushions to see with my clothes up and the bugs tons of them at night 
and the mosquito nets i couldnt read a line lord how long ago it seems 
centuries of course they never came back and she didnt put her address 
right on it either she may have noticed her wogger people were always 
going away and we never i remember that day with the waves and the 
boats with their high heads rocking and the smell of ship those officers 
uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt say anything he was 
very serious i had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing 
she kissed me six or seven times didnt i cry yes i believe i did or near 
it my lips were taittering when i said goodbye she had a gorgeous wrap 
of some special kind of blue colour on her for the voyage made very 
peculiarly to one side like and it was extremely pretty it got as dull 
as the devil after they went i was almost planning to run away mad out 
of it somewhere were never easy where we are father or aunt or marriage 
waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed 
his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over the shop 
especially the queens birthday and throwing everything down in all 
directions if you didnt open the windows when general ulysses grant 
whoever he was or did supposed to be some great fellow landed off the 
ship and old sprague the consul that was there from before the flood 
dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son then the same old 
bugles for reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the unfortunate 
poor devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the place 
more than the old longbearded jews in their jellibees and levites 
assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the men to cross the lines and 
the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the bagpipes and 
only captain groves and father talking about rorkes drift and plevna and 
sir garnet wolseley and gordon at khartoum lighting their pipes for 
them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the 
windowsill catch him leaving any of it picking his nose trying to think 
of some other dirty story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot 
himself when i was there sending me out of the room on some blind excuse 
paying his compliments the bushmills whisky talking of course but hed 
do the same to the next woman that came along i suppose he died of 
galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a letter from a living 
soul except the odd few i posted to myself with bits of paper in them so 
bored sometimes i could fight with my nails listening to that old arab 
with the one eye and his heass of an instrument singing his heah heah 
aheah all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your heass as bad as now 
with the hands hanging off me looking out of the window if there was a 
nice fellow even in the opposite house that medical in holles street the 
nurse was after when i put on my gloves and hat at the window to show 
i was going out not a notion what i meant arent they thick never 
understand what you say even youd want to print it up on a big poster 
for them not even if you shake hands twice with the left he didnt 
recognise me either when i half frowned at him outside westland row 
chapel where does their great intelligence come in id like to know 
grey matter they have it all in their tail if you ask me those country 
gougers up in the city arms intelligence they had a damn sight less than 
the bulls and cows they were selling the meat and the coalmans bell that 
noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his 
hat what a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken 
bottles for a poor man today and no visitors or post ever except his 
cheques or some advertisement like that wonderworker they sent him 
addressed dear madam only his letter and the card from milly this 
morning see she wrote a letter to him who did i get the last letter from 
o mrs dwenn now what possessed her to write from canada after so many 
years to know the recipe i had for pisto madrileno floey dillon since 
she wrote to say she was married to a very rich architect if im to 
believe all i hear with a villa and eight rooms her father was an 
awfully nice man he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now miss 
tweedy or miss gillespie theres the piannyer that was a solid silver 
coffee service he had too on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far 
away i hate people that have always their poor story to tell everybody 
has their own troubles that poor nancy blake died a month ago of acute 
neumonia well i didnt know her so well as all that she was floeys friend 
more than mine poor nancy its a bother having to answer he always tells 
me the wrong things and no stops to say like making a speech your sad 
bereavement symphathy i always make that mistake and newphew with 
double yous in i hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its 
a thing he really likes me o thanks be to the great god i got somebody 
to give me what i badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no 
chances at all in this place like you used long ago i wish somebody 
would write me a loveletter his wasnt much and i told him he could write 
what he liked yours ever hugh boylan in old madrid stuff silly women 
believe love is sighing i am dying still if he wrote it i suppose thered 
be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life 
always something to think about every moment and see it all round you 
like a new world i could write the answer in bed to let him imagine me 
short just a few words not those long crossed letters atty dillon used 
to write to the fellow that was something in the four courts that jilted 
her after out of the ladies letterwriter when i told her to say a few 
simple words he could twist how he liked not acting with precipat precip 
itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a 
gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its 
all very fine for them but as for being a woman as soon as youre old 
they might as well throw you out in the bottom of the ashpit 
 
mulveys was the first when i was in bed that morning and mrs rubio 
brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when i asked her 
to hand me and i pointing at them i couldnt think of the word a hairpin 
to open it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing and it staring her 
in the face with her switch of false hair on her and vain about her 
appearance ugly as she was near or a loo her face a mass of wrinkles 
with all her religion domineering because she never could get over the 
atlantic fleet coming in half the ships of the world and the union jack 
flying with all her carabineros because drunken english sailors took 
all the rock from them and because i didnt run into mass often enough in 
santa maria to please her with her shawl up on her except when there was 
a marriage on with all her miracles of the saints and her black blessed 
virgin with the silver dress and the sun dancing times on easter 
sunday morning and when the priest was going by with the bell bringing 
the vatican to the dying blessing herself for his majestad an admirer 
he signed it i near jumped out of my skin i wanted to pick him up when 
i saw him following me along the calle real in the shop window then 
he tipped me just in passing but i never thought hed write making an 
appointment i had it inside my petticoat bodice all day reading it up 
in every hole and corner while father was up at the drill instructing to 
find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps singing i remember 
shall i wear a white rose and i wanted to put on the old stupid clock to 
near the time he was the first man kissed me under the moorish wall my 
sweetheart when a boy it never entered my head what kissing meant till 
he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young i put my 
knee up to him a few times to learn the way what did i tell him i was 
engaged for for fun to the son of a spanish nobleman named don miguel de 
la flora and he believed me that i was to be married to him in years 
time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a flower that 
bloometh a few things i told him true about myself just for him to be 
imagining the spanish girls he didnt like i suppose one of them wouldnt 
have him i got him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he 
brought me he couldnt count the pesetas and the perragordas till i 
taught him cappoquin he came from he said on the black water but it was 
too short then the day before he left may yes it was may when the infant 
king of spain was born im always like that in the spring id like a new 
fellow every year up on the tiptop under the rockgun near oharas tower 
i told him it was struck by lightning and all about the old barbary apes 
they sent to clapham without a tail careering all over the show on each 
others back mrs rubio said she was a regular old rock scorpion robbing 
the chickens out of inces farm and throw stones at you if you went anear 
he was looking at me i had that white blouse on open in the front to 
encourage him as much as i could without too openly they were just 
beginning to be plump i said i was tired we lay over the firtree cove 
a wild place i suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the 
galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and saint michaels 
cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and 
ladders all the mud plotching my boots im sure thats the way down the 
monkeys go under the sea to africa when they die the ships out far like 
chips that was the malta boat passing yes the sea and the sky you could 
do what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they love 
doing that its the roundness there i was leaning over him with my white 
ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the 
best my blouse open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had i 
could see his chest pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment 
but i wouldnt lee him he was awfully put out first for fear you never 
know consumption or leave me with a child embarazada that old servant 
ines told me that one drop even if it got into you at all after i tried 
with the banana but i was afraid it might break and get lost up in me 
somewhere because they once took something down out of a woman that was 
up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all mad to get in there 
where they come out of youd think they could never go far enough up and 
then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres 
a wonderful feeling there so tender all the time how did we finish it 
off yes o yes i pulled him off into my handkerchief pretending not to 
be excited but i opened my legs i wouldnt let him touch me inside my 
petticoat because i had a skirt opening up the side i tormented the 
life out of him first tickling him i loved rousing that dog in the hotel 
rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was 
shy all the same i liked him like that moaning i made him blush a little 
when i got over him that way when i unbuttoned him and took his out and 
drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all buttons men 
down the middle on the wrong side of them molly darling he called me 
what was his name jack joe harry mulvey was it yes i think a lieutenant 
he was rather fair he had a laughing kind of a voice so i went round to 
the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said 
hed come back lord its just like yesterday to me and if i was married 
hed do it to me and i promised him yes faithfully id let him block me 
now flying perhaps hes dead or killed or a captain or admiral its nearly 
 years if i said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and 
put his hands over my eyes to guess who i might recognise him hes young 
still about perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is 
quite changed they all do they havent half the character a woman has she 
little knows what i did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt 
of her in broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might 
say they could have put an article about it in the chronicle i was a bit 
wild after when i blew out the old bag the biscuits were in from benady 
bros and exploded it lord what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons 
screaming coming back the same way that we went over middle hill round 
by the old guardhouse and the jews burialplace pretending to read out 
the hebrew on them i wanted to fire his pistol he said he hadnt one he 
didnt know what to make of me with his peak cap on that he always wore 
crooked as often as i settled it straight h m s calypso swinging my hat 
that old bishop that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans 
higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak 
caps and the new woman bloomers god send him sense and me more money i 
suppose theyre called after him i never thought that would be my 
name bloom when i used to write it in print to see how it looked on a 
visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige m bloom youre 
looking blooming josie used to say after i married him well its better 
than breen or briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them 
mrs ramsbottom or some other kind of a bottom mulvey i wouldnt go mad 
about either or suppose i divorced him mrs boylan my mother whoever she 
was might have given me a nicer name the lord knows after the lovely 
one she had lunita laredo the fun we had running along williss road to 
europa point twisting in and out all round the other side of jersey they 
were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like millys little ones now 
when she runs up the stairs i loved looking down at them i was jumping 
up at the pepper trees and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and 
throwing them at him he went to india he was to write the voyages those 
men have to make to the ends of the world and back its the least they 
might get a squeeze or two at a woman while they can going out to be 
drowned or blown up somewhere i went up windmill hill to the flats 
that sunday morning with captain rubios that was dead spyglass like the 
sentry had he said hed have one or two from on board i wore that frock 
from the b marche paris and the coral necklace the straits shining i 
could see over to morocco almost the bay of tangier white and the atlas 
mountain with snow on it and the straits like a river so clear harry 
molly darling i was thinking of him on the sea all the time after at 
mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation weeks and 
weeks i kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of him there 
was no decent perfume to be got in that gibraltar only that cheap peau 
despagne that faded and left a stink on you more than anything else i 
wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsy claddagh ring for 
luck that i gave gardner going to south africa where those boers killed 
him with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the same as 
if it brought its bad luck with it like an opal or pearl still it must 
have been pure carrot gold because it was very heavy but what could 
you get in a place like that the sandfrog shower from africa and that 
derelict ship that came up to the harbour marie the marie whatyoucallit 
no he hadnt a moustache that was gardner yes i can see his face 
cleanshaven frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train again weeping tone 
once in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips 
forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists began 
i hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong ill let that out 
full when i get in front of the footlights again kathleen kearney 
and her lot of squealers miss this miss that miss theother lot of 
sparrowfarts skitting around talking about politics they know as much 
about as my backside anything in the world to make themselves someway 
interesting irish homemade beauties soldiers daughter am i ay and whose 
are you bootmakers and publicans i beg your pardon coach i thought you 
were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got 
a chance of walking down the alameda on an officers arm like me on the 
bandnight my eyes flash my bust that they havent passion god help their 
poor head i knew more about men and life when i was i s than theyll all 
know at they dont know how to sing a song like that gardner said no 
man could look at my mouth and teeth smiling like that and not think of 
it i was afraid he mightnt like my accent first he so english all father 
left me in spite of his stamps ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow 
he always said theyre so snotty about themselves some of those cads he 
wasnt a bit like that he was dead gone on my lips let them get a husband 
first thats fit to be looked at and a daughter like mine or see if they 
can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he wants 
like boylan to do it or times locked in each others arms or the 
voice either i could have been a prima donna only i married him comes 
looooves old deep down chin back not too much make it double my ladys 
bower is too long for an encore about the moated grange at twilight and 
vaunted rooms yes ill sing winds that blow from the south that he gave 
after the choirstairs performance ill change that lace on my black dress 
to show off my bubs and ill yes by god ill get that big fan mended make 
them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when i think of him i 
feel i want to i feel some wind in me better go easy not wake him have 
him at it again slobbering after washing every bit of myself back belly 
and sides if we had even a bath itself or my own room anyway i wish hed 
sleep in some bed by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even 
to let a fart god or do the least thing better yes hold them like that 
a bit on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away 
pianissimo eeeee one more song 
 
that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if 
that pork chop i took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the 
heat i couldnt smell anything off it im sure that queerlooking man in 
the porkbutchers is a great rogue i hope that lamp is not smoking fill 
my nose up with smuts better than having him leaving the gas on all 
night i couldnt rest easy in my bed in gibraltar even getting up to see 
why am i so damned nervous about that though i like it in the winter its 
more company o lord it was rotten cold too that winter when i was 
only about ten was i yes i had the big doll with all the funny clothes 
dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those 
mountains the something nevada sierra nevada standing at the fire with 
the little bit of a short shift i had up to heat myself i loved dancing 
about in it then make a race back into bed im sure that fellow opposite 
used to be there the whole time watching with the lights out in the 
summer and i in my skin hopping around i used to love myself then 
stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it came to the 
chamber performance i put out the light too so then there were of us 
goodbye to my sleep for this night anyhow i hope hes not going to get in 
with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young again coming 
in at in the morning it must be if not more still he had the manners 
not to wake me what do they find to gabber about all night squandering 
money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he 
starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and findon haddy and hot 
buttered toast i suppose well have him sitting up like the king of 
the country pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg 
wherever he learned that from and i love to hear him falling up the 
stairs of a morning with the cups rattling on the tray and then play 
with the cat she rubs up against you for her own sake i wonder has she 
fleas shes as bad as a woman always licking and lecking but i hate their 
claws i wonder do they see anything that we cant staring like that when 
she sits at the top of the stairs so long and listening as i wait always 
what a robber too that lovely fresh place i bought i think ill get a bit 
of fish tomorrow or today is it friday yes i will with some blancmange 
with black currant jam like long ago not those lb pots of mixed plum 
and apple from the london and newcastle williams and woods goes twice as 
far only for the bones i hate those eels cod yes ill get a nice piece 
of cod im always getting enough for forgetting anyway im sick of that 
everlasting butchers meat from buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib 
steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very name is enough or 
a picnic suppose we all gave each and or let him pay it and invite 
some other woman for him who mrs fleming and drove out to the furry glen 
or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the horses toenails 
first like he does with the letters no not with boylan there yes with 
some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses down 
at the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its as hot as blazes he 
says not a bank holiday anyhow i hate those ruck of mary ann coalboxes 
out for the day whit monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit 
him better the seaside but id never again in this life get into a boat 
with him after him at bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if 
anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say 
yes then it came on to get rough the old thing crookeding about and the 
weight all down my side telling me pull the right reins now pull the 
left and the tide all swamping in floods in through the bottom and his 
oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy we werent all drowned he can 
swim of course me no theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in 
his flannel trousers id like to have tattered them down off him before 
all the people and give him what that one calls flagellate till he was 
black and blue do him all the good in the world only for that longnosed 
chap i dont know who he is with that other beauty burke out of the city 
arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip always where he 
wasnt wanted if there was a row on youd vomit a better face there was no 
love lost between us thats consolation i wonder what kind is that book 
he brought me sweets of sin by a gentleman of fashion some other mr de 
kock i suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with his 
tube from one woman to another i couldnt even change my new white shoes 
all ruined with the saltwater and the hat i had with that feather all 
blowy and tossed on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of 
the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in catalan bay 
round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens 
baskets old luigi near a hundred they said came from genoa and the tall 
old chap with the earrings i dont like a man you have to climb up to to 
get at i suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides i dont like 
being alone in this big barracks of a place at night i suppose ill have 
to put up with it i never brought a bit of salt in even when we moved 
in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor 
drawingroom with a brassplate or blooms private hotel he suggested go 
and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in ennis like 
all the things he told father he was going to do and me but i saw 
through him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the 
honeymoon venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of como he 
had a picture cut out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns o 
how nice i said whatever i liked he was going to do immediately if 
not sooner will you be my man will you carry my can he ought to get a 
leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans he invents then leaving 
us here all day youd never know what old beggar at the door for a crust 
with his long story 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 lloyds weekly news years in jail then he comes out and 
murders an old woman for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or 
whoever she is such a face youd run miles away from i couldnt rest easy 
till i bolted all the doors and windows to make sure but its worse again 
being locked up like in a prison or a madhouse they ought to be all shot 
or the cat of nine tails a big brute like that that would attack a poor 
old woman to murder her in her bed id cut them off him so i would not 
that hed be much use still better than nothing the night i was sure 
i heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a 
candle and a poker as if he was looking for a mouse as white as a sheet 
frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could 
for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the lord knows 
still its the feeling especially now with milly away such an idea for 
him to send the girl down there to learn to take photographs on account 
of his grandfather instead of sending her to skerrys academy where shed 
have to learn not like me getting all is at school only hed do a thing 
like that all the same on account of me and boylan thats why he did 
it im certain the way he plots and plans everything out i couldnt turn 
round with her in the place lately unless i bolted the door first gave 
me the fidgets coming in without knocking first when i put the chair 
against the door just as i was washing myself there below with the glove 
get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase 
with two at a time to look at her if he knew she broke off the hand off 
that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness before 
she left that i got that little italian boy to mend so that you cant 
see the join for shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of 
course shes 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 sly of course that comes from his side of the 
house he cant say i pretend things can he im too honest as a matter of 
fact and helping her into her coat but if there was anything wrong with 
her its me shed tell not him i suppose he thinks im finished out and 
laid on the shelf well im not no nor anything like it well see well see 
now shes well on for flirting too with tom devans two sons imitating 
me whistling with those romps of murray girls calling for her can milly 
come out please shes in great demand to pick what they can out of her 
round in nelson street riding harry devans bicycle at night its as well 
he sent her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to 
go on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose i 
smelt it off her dress when i was biting off the thread of the button 
i sewed on to the bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me i 
tell you only i oughtnt to have stitched it and it on her it brings a 
parting and the last plumpudding too split in halves see it comes out 
no matter what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste 
your blouse is open too low she says to me the pan calling the kettle 
blackbottom and i had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on 
show on the windowsill before all the people passing they all look at 
her like me when i was her age of course any old rag looks well on 
you then a great touchmenot too in her own way at the only way in the 
theatre royal take your foot away out of that i hate people touching 
me afraid of her life id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that 
touching must go on in theatres in the crush in the dark theyre always 
trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pit at the gaiety for 
beerbohm tree in trilby the last time ill ever go there to be squashed 
like that for any trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me 
there and looking away hes a bit daft i think i saw him after trying to 
get near two stylishdressed ladies outside switzers window at the same 
little game i recognised him on the moment the face and everything but 
he didnt remember me yes and she didnt even want me to kiss her at the 
broadstone going away well i hope shell get someone to dance attendance 
on her the way i did when she was down with the mumps and her glands 
swollen wheres this and wheres that of course she cant feel anything 
deep yet i never came properly till i was what or so it went into the 
wrong place always only the usual girls nonsense and giggling that 
conny connolly writing to her in white ink on black paper sealed with 
sealingwax though she clapped when the curtain came down because he 
looked so handsome then we had martin harvey for breakfast dinner and 
supper i thought to myself afterwards it must be real love if a man 
gives up his life for her that way for nothing i suppose there are a 
few men like that left its hard to believe in it though unless it really 
happened to me the majority of them with not a particle of love in their 
natures to find two people like that nowadays full up of each other that 
would feel the same way as you do theyre usually a bit foolish in the 
head his father must have been a bit queer to go and poison himself 
after her still poor old man i suppose he felt lost shes always making 
love to my things too the few old rags i have wanting to put her hair up 
at i s my powder too only ruin her skin on her shes time enough for that 
all her life after of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her 
lips so red a pity they wont stay that way i was too but theres no use 
going to the fair with the thing answering me like a fishwoman when 
i asked to go for a half a stone of potatoes the day we met mrs joe 
gallaher at the trottingmatches and she pretended not to see us in her 
trap with friery the solicitor we werent grand enough till i gave her 
damn fine cracks across the ear for herself take that now for answering 
me like that and that for your impudence she had me that exasperated of 
course contradicting i was badtempered too because how was it there was 
a weed in the tea or i didnt sleep the night before cheese i ate was it 
and i told her over and over again not to leave knives crossed like that 
because she has nobody to command her as she said herself well if he 
doesnt correct her faith i will that was the last time she turned on the 
teartap i was just like that myself they darent order me about the place 
its his fault of course having the two of us slaving here instead of 
getting in a woman long ago am i ever going to have a proper servant 
again of course then shed see him coming id have to let her know or shed 
revenge it arent they a nuisance that old mrs fleming you have to be 
walking round after her putting the things into her hands sneezing and 
farting into the pots well of course shes old she cant help it a good 
job i found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the 
dresser i knew there was something and opened the area window to let out 
the smell bringing in his friends to entertain them like the night he 
walked home with a dog if you please that might have been mad especially 
simon dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up with 
his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his 
sock one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all those 
prizes for whatever he won them in the intermediate imagine climbing 
over the railings if anybody saw him that knew us i wonder he didnt tear 
a big hole in his grand funeral trousers as if the one nature gave wasnt 
enough for anybody hawking him down into the dirty old kitchen now is he 
right in his head i ask pity it wasnt washing day my old pair of drawers 
might have been hanging up too on the line on exhibition for all hed 
ever care with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them 
he might think was something else and she never even rendered down the 
fat i told her and now shes going such as she was on account of her 
paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with them 
disease or they have to go under an operation or if its not that its 
drink and he beats her ill have to hunt around again for someone every 
day i get up theres some new thing on sweet god sweet god well when im 
stretched out dead in my grave i suppose have some peace i want to 
get up a minute if im let wait o jesus wait yes that thing has come on 
me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course all the poking and rooting 
and ploughing he had up in me now what am i to do friday saturday sunday 
wouldnt that pester the soul out of a body unless he likes it some men 
do god knows theres always something wrong with us days every or 
weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came 
on me like that the one and only time we were in a box that michael gunn 
gave him to see mrs kendal and her husband at the gaiety something he 
did about insurance for him in drimmies i was fit to be tied though i 
wouldnt give in with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with 
his glasses and him the other side of me talking about spinoza and his 
soul thats dead i suppose millions of years ago i smiled the best i 
could all in a swamp leaning forward as if i was interested having to 
sit it out then to the last tag i wont forget that wife of scarli in 
a hurry supposed to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the 
gallery hissing the woman adulteress he shouted i suppose he went and 
had a woman in the next lane running round all the back ways after 
to make up for it i wish he had what i had then hed boo i bet the cat 
itself is better off than us have we too much blood up in us or what o 
patience above its pouring out of me like the sea anyhow he didnt make 
me pregnant as big as he is i dont want to ruin the clean sheets i just 
put on i suppose the clean linen i wore brought it on too damn it damn 
it and they always want to see a stain on the bed to know youre a virgin 
for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could be a 
widow or divorced times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry 
juice no thats too purply o jamesy let me up out of this pooh sweets of 
sin whoever suggested that business for women what between clothes and 
cooking and children this damned old bed too jingling like the dickens 
i suppose they could hear us away over the other side of the park till i 
suggested to put the quilt on the floor with the pillow under my bottom 
i wonder is it nicer in the day i think it is easy i think ill cut 
all this hair off me there scalding me i might look like a young girl 
wouldnt he get the great suckin the next time he turned up my clothes on 
me id give anything to see his face wheres the chamber gone easy ive a 
holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode i wonder 
was i too heavy sitting on his knee i made him sit on the easychair 
purposely when i took off only my blouse and skirt first in the other 
room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be he never felt me i hope my 
breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy god i remember one 
time i could scout it out straight whistling like a man almost easy o 
lord how noisy i hope theyre bubbles on it for a wad of money from some 
fellow have to perfume it in the morning dont forget i bet he 
never saw a better pair of thighs than that look how white they are the 
smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a 
peach easy god i wouldnt mind being a man and get up on a lovely woman 
o lord what a row youre making like the jersey lily easy easy o how the 
waters come down at lahore 
 
who knows is there anything the matter with my insides or have i 
something growing in me getting that thing like that every week when was 
it last i whit monday yes its only about weeks i ought to go to the 
doctor only it would be like before i married him when i had that white 
thing coming from me and floey made me go to that dry old stick dr 
collins for womens diseases on pembroke road your vagina he called it i 
suppose thats how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round 
those rich ones off stephens green running up to him for every little 
fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course so 
theyre all right i wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in 
the world besides theres something queer about their children always 
smelling around those filthy bitches all sides asking me if what i did 
had an offensive odour what did he want me to do but the one thing gold 
maybe what a question if i smathered it all over his wrinkly old face 
for him with all my compriments i suppose hed know then and could you 
pass it easily pass what i thought he was talking about the rock of 
gibraltar the way he put it thats a very nice invention too by the 
way only i like letting myself down after in the hole as far as i can 
squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles 
still theres something in it i suppose i always used to know by millys 
when she was a child whether she had worms or not still all the same 
paying him for that how much is that doctor one guinea please and asking 
me had i frequent omissions where do those old fellows get all the words 
they have omissions with his shortsighted eyes on me cocked sideways i 
wouldnt trust him too far to give me chloroform or god knows what else 
still i liked him when he sat down to write the thing out frowning so 
severe his nose intelligent like that you be damned you lying strap o 
anything no matter who except an idiot he was clever enough to spot 
that of course that was all thinking of him and his mad crazy letters 
my precious one everything connected with your glorious body everything 
underlined that comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever 
something he got out of some nonsensical book that he had me always at 
myself and times a day sometimes and i said i hadnt are you sure 
o yes i said i am quite sure in a way that shut him up i knew what was 
coming next only natural weakness it was he excited me i dont know how 
the first night ever we met when i was living in rehoboth terrace we 
stood staring at one another for about lo minutes as if we met somewhere 
i suppose on account of my being jewess looking after my mother he used 
to amuse me the things he said with the half sloothering smile on him 
and all the doyles said he was going to stand for a member of parliament 
o wasnt i the born fool to believe all his blather about home rule 
and the land league sending me that long strool of a song out of the 
huguenots to sing in french to be more classy o beau pays de la touraine 
that i never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion 
and persecution he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he 
as a great favour the very st opportunity he got a chance in brighton 
square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to 
wash it off with the albion milk and sulphur soap i used to use and the 
gelatine still round it o i laughed myself sick at him that day i better 
not make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to make chambers a 
natural size so that a woman could sit on it properly he kneels down to 
do it i suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits 
he has look at the way hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he 
without a hard bolster its well he doesnt kick or he might knock out 
all my teeth breathing with his hand on his nose like that indian god 
he took me to show one wet sunday in the museum in kildare street all 
yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his hand with his ten toes 
sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than the jews and 
our lords both put together all over asia imitating him as hes always 
imitating everybody i suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed 
too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking 
thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes i know i hope the old 
press doesnt creak ah i knew it would hes sleeping hard had a good time 
somewhere still she must have given him great value for his money of 
course he has to pay for it from her o this nuisance of a thing i hope 
theyll have something better for us in the other world tying ourselves 
up god help us thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly 
bed always reminds me of old cohen i suppose he scratched himself in it 
often enough and he thinks father bought it from lord napier that i used 
to admire when i was a little girl because i told him easy piano o 
i like my bed god here we are as bad as ever after years how many 
houses were we in at all raymond terrace and ontario terrace and lombard 
street and holles street and he goes about whistling every time were on 
the run again his huguenots or the frogs march pretending to help the 
men with our sticks of furniture and then the city arms hotel worse 
and worse says warden daly that charming place on the landing always 
somebody inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them 
always know who was in there last every time were just getting on right 
something happens or he puts his big foot in it thoms and helys and mr 
cuffes and drimmies either hes going to be run into prison over his old 
lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and gives 
impudence well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the 
freeman too like the rest on account of those sinner fein or the 
freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling 
along in the wet all by himself round by coadys lane will give him much 
consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely irish he is indeed 
judging by the sincerity of the trousers i saw on him wait theres 
georges church bells wait quarters the hour l wait oclock well 
thats a nice hour of the night for him to be coming home at to anybody 
climbing down into the area if anybody saw him ill knock him off that 
little habit tomorrow first ill look at his shirt to see or ill see if 
he has that french letter still in his pocketbook i suppose he thinks i 
dont know deceitful men all their pockets arent enough for their lies 
then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont believe you 
then tucked up in bed like those babies in the aristocrats masterpiece 
he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real life 
without some old aristocrat or whatever his name is disgusting you more 
with those rotten pictures children with two heads and no legs thats the 
kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in 
their empty heads they ought to get slow poison the half of them then 
tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs i suppose 
im nothing any more when i wouldnt let him lick me in holles street one 
night man man tyrant as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor 
half the night naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged 
to them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to be 
petted so i thought i stood out enough for one time and let him he does 
it all wrong too thinking only of his own pleasure his tongue is too 
flat or i dont know what he forgets that wethen i dont ill make him do 
it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep in the 
coalcellar with the blackbeetles i wonder was it her josie off her head 
with my castoffs hes such a born liar too no hed never have the courage 
with a married woman thats why he wants me and boylan though as for her 
denis as she calls him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call 
him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with even when i was 
with him with milly at the college races that hornblower with the childs 
bonnet on the top of his nob let us into by the back way he was throwing 
his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down i tried to 
wink at him first no use of course and thats the way his money goes this 
is the fruits of mr paddy dignam yes they were all in great style at the 
grand funeral in the paper boylan brought in if they saw a real officers 
funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse 
walking behind in black l boom and tom kernan that drunken little 
barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens w c drunk 
in some place or other and martin cunningham and the two dedaluses and 
fanny mcoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a turn in 
her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and 
her old green dress with the lowneck as she cant attract them any other 
way like dabbling on a rainy day i see it all now plainly and they call 
that friendship killing and then burying one another and they all with 
their wives and families at home more especially jack power keeping that 
barmaid he does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick 
or just getting better of it and hes a goodlooking man still though 
hes getting a bit grey over the ears theyre a nice lot all of them well 
theyre not going to get my husband again into their clutches if i can 
help it making fun of him then behind his back i know well when he goes 
on with his idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander every 
penny piece he earns down their gullets and looks after his wife and 
family goodfornothings poor paddy dignam all the same im sorry in a 
way for him what are his wife and children going to do unless he was 
insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner and 
her or her son waiting bill bailey wont you please come home her widows 
weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if 
youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was at the glencree dinner 
and ben dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the swallowtail 
to sing out of in holles street squeezed and squashed into them and 
grinning all over his big dolly face like a wellwhipped childs botty 
didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a 
spectacle on the stage imagine paying in the preserved seats for 
that to see him trotting off in his trowlers and simon dedalus too he 
was always turning up half screwed singing the second verse first the 
old love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the 
hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too when i sang maritana 
with him at freddy mayers private opera he had a delicious glorious 
voice phoebe dearest goodbye sweet heart sweetheart he always sang it 
not like bartell darcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of 
the voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm showerbath 
o maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was a bit too 
high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to 
may goulding but then hed say or do something to knock the good out of 
it hes a widower now i wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author 
and going to be a university professor of italian and im to take lessons 
what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not good of me i 
ought to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of fashion 
still i look young in it i wonder he didnt make him a present of it 
altogether and me too after all why not i saw him driving down to the 
kingsbridge station with his father and mother i was in mourning thats 
 years ago now yes hed be though what was the good in going into 
mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other the first cry was 
enough for me i heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course 
he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat i suppose hes a man now by 
this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his 
lord fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage when i 
saw him at mat dillons he liked me too i remember they all do wait by 
god yes wait yes hold on he was on the cards this morning when i laid 
out the deck union with a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met 
before i thought it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either 
besides my face was turned the other way what was the th card after 
that the of spades for a journey by land then there was a letter on 
its way and scandals too the queens and the of diamonds for a rise 
in society yes wait it all came out and red s for new garments look 
at that and didnt i dream something too yes there was something about 
poetry in it i hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his eyes or 
standing up like a red indian what do they go about like that for only 
getting themselves and their poetry laughed at i always liked poetry 
when i was a girl first i thought he was a poet like lord byron and not 
an ounce of it in his composition i thought he was quite different i 
wonder is he too young hes about wait i was married milly is 
yesterday what age was he then at dillons or about i suppose 
hes or more im not too old for him if hes or i hope hes not 
that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting 
down in the old kitchen with him taking eppss cocoa and talking of 
course he pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was 
out of trinity college hes very young to be a professor i hope hes not 
a professor like goodwin was he was a potent professor of john jameson 
they all write about some woman in their poetry well i suppose he wont 
find many like me where softly sighs of love the light guitar where 
poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully 
coming back on the nightboat from tarifa the lighthouse at europa point 
the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will i ever go back 
there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid ill sing that 
for him theyre my eyes if hes anything of a poet two eyes as darkly 
bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as loves young star 
itll be a change the lord knows to have an intelligent person to talk 
to about yourself not always listening to him and billy prescotts ad 
and keyess ad and tom the devils ad then if anything goes wrong in their 
business we have to suffer im sure hes very distinguished id like to 
meet a man like that god not those other ruck besides hes young those 
fine young men i could see down in margate strand bathingplace from the 
side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a god or something 
and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like that 
thered be some consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he 
bought i could look at him all day long curly head and his shoulders 
his finger up for you to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you 
i often felt i wanted to kiss him all over also his lovely young cock 
there so simple i wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobody was 
looking as if it was asking you to suck it so clean and white he looks 
with his boyish face i would too in a minute even if some of it went 
down what its only like gruel or the dew theres no danger besides hed 
be so clean compared with those pigs of men i suppose never dream of 
washing it from i years end to the other the most of them only thats 
what gives the women the moustaches im sure itll be grand if i can only 
get in with a handsome young poet at my age ill throw them the st thing 
in the morning till i see if the wishcard comes out or ill try pairing 
the lady herself and see if he comes out ill read and study all i can 
find or learn a bit off by heart if i knew who he likes so he wont think 
me stupid if he thinks all women are the same and i can teach him the 
other part ill make him feel all over him till he half faints under 
me then hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too with our 
photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous o but then what am 
i going to do about him though 
 
no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no 
nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because 
i didnt call him hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a 
cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place 
pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so 
barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that vulgar 
way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a 
butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of julius caesar of course 
hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might 
as well be in bed with what with a lion god im sure hed have something 
better to say for himself an old lion would o well i suppose its because 
they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist 
they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure 
they get off a womans body were so round and white for them always i 
wished i was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they 
have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you 
touch it my uncle john has a thing long i heard those cornerboys saying 
passing the comer of marrowbone lane my aunt mary has a thing hairy 
because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me 
blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long 
into my aunt marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle 
in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they 
please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different 
tastes like those houses round behind irish street no but were to be 
always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear 
once i start i tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we 
all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it 
out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it 
hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other 
mad extreme about the wife in fair tyrants of course the man never even 
casts a nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants 
and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for id like to 
know i cant help it if im young still can i its a wonder im not an old 
shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold never embracing 
me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing i 
suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom id throw my hat at 
him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent i atom of any 
kind of expression in us all of us the same lumps of lard before ever 
id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough 
i kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss 
our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked 
ideas but me still of course a woman wants to be embraced times a day 
almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love 
or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the 
lord god i was thinking would i go around by the quays there some dark 
evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be 
hot on for it and not care a pin whose i was only do it off up in a gate 
somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in rathfarnham had their 
camp pitched near the bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if 
they could i only sent mine there a few times for the name model 
laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that 
blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me 
in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer 
anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats 
that k c lives up somewhere this way coming out of hardwicke lane the 
night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing 
match of course it was for me he gave it i knew him by his gaiters and 
the walk and when i turned round a minute after just to see there was 
a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes 
home to his wife after that only i suppose the half of those sailors are 
rotten again with disease o move over your big carcass out of that for 
the love of mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so 
well he may sleep and sigh the great suggester don poldo de la flora if 
he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to 
sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between s too in prison for 
lord knows what he does that i dont know and im to be slooching around 
down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled 
up like a mummy will i indeed did you ever see me running id just like 
to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt 
i dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be 
governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one 
another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around drunk 
like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses 
yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they 
wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to 
be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be 
if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what i never had thats 
why i suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books 
and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house i 
suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like that 
theyre not satisfied and i none was he not able to make one it wasnt my 
fault we came together when i was watching the two dogs up in her behind 
in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether i 
suppose i oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket i 
knitted crying as i was but give it to some poor child but i knew well 
id never have another our st death too it was we were never the same 
since o im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any 
more i wonder why he wouldnt stay the night i felt all the time it was 
somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting 
god knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt 
like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a 
lovely hour so silent i used to love coming home after dances the air of 
the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants 
what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you i 
hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a 
dreadful lot of bitches i suppose its all the troubles we have makes us 
so snappy im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa 
in the other room i suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young 
hardly of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah 
what harm dedalus i wonder its like those names in gibraltar delapaz 
delagracia they had the devils queer names there father vilaplana of 
santa maria that gave me the rosary rosales y oreilly in the calle las 
siete revueltas and pisimbo and mrs opisso in governor street o what a 
name id go and drown myself in the first river if i had a name like 
her o my and all the bits of streets paradise ramp and bedlam ramp and 
rodgers ramp and crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small 
blame to me if i am a harumscarum i know i am a bit i declare to god i 
dont feel a day older than then i wonder could i get my tongue round 
any of the spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see i havent 
forgotten it all i thought i had only for the grammar a noun is the 
name of any person place or thing pity i never tried to read that novel 
cantankerous mrs rubio lent me by valera with the questions in it all 
upside down the two ways i always knew wed go away in the end i can 
tell him the spanish and he tell me the italian then hell see im not 
so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay im sure the poor fellow was dead 
tired and wanted a good sleep badly i could have brought him in his 
breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as i didnt do it on 
the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the 
watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the 
kitchen he might like i never could bear the look of them in abrines 
i could do the criada the room looks all right since i changed it the 
other way you see something was telling me all the time id have to 
introduce myself not knowing me from adam very funny wouldnt it im his 
wife or pretend we were in spain with him half awake without a gods 
notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor lord the cracked things 
come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us 
why not theres the room upstairs empty and millys bed in the back room 
he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the 
scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning 
like me as hes making the breakfast for i he can make it for im sure 
im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes 
a gesabo of a house like this id love to have a long talk with an 
intelligent welleducated person id have to get a nice pair of red 
slippers like those turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a 
nice semitransparent morning gown that i badly want or a peachblossom 
dressing jacket like the one long ago in walpoles only or ill 
just give him one more chance ill get up early in the morning im sick of 
cohens old bed in any case i might go over to the markets to see all 
the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of 
splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the st 
man id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning mamy dillon used 
to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing id love a 
big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when i used to be in the 
longing way then ill throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup 
she gave him to make his mouth bigger i suppose hed like my nice cream 
too i know what ill do ill go about rather gay not too much singing a 
bit now and then mi fa pieta masetto then ill start dressing myself to 
go out presto non son piu forte ill put on my best shift and drawers let 
him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand for him ill 
let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is i s l o fucked yes 
and damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him or times 
handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet i wouldnt 
bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont believe 
me feel my belly unless i made him stand there and put him into me ive a 
mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve 
him right its all his own fault if i am an adulteress as the thing in 
the gallery said o much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in 
this vale of tears god knows its not much doesnt everybody only they 
hide it i suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or 
he wouldnt have made us the way he did so attractive to men then if he 
wants to kiss my bottom ill drag open my drawers and bulge it right out 
in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue miles up my hole 
as hes there my brown part then ill tell him i want li or perhaps 
ill tell him i want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he 
wont be too bad i dont want to soak it all out of him like other women 
do i could often have written out a fine cheque for myself and write his 
name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up 
besides he wont spend it ill let him do it off on me behind provided he 
doesnt smear all my good drawers o i suppose that cant be helped ill do 
the indifferent l or questions ill know by the answers when hes like 
that he cant keep a thing back i know every turn in him ill tighten my 
bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or 
the first mad thing comes into my head then ill suggest about yes o wait 
now sonny my turn is coming ill be quite gay and friendly over it o 
but i was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know 
which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no ill have 
to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell 
never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you 
any old thing at all then ill wipe him off me just like a business his 
omission then ill go out ill have him eying up at the ceiling where is 
she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an 
unearthly hour i suppose theyre just getting up in china now combing out 
their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus 
theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two 
for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering 
the brains out of itself let me see if i can doze off what 
kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper 
in lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that 
something only i only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again 
so as i can get up early ill go to lambes there beside findlaters and 
get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he 
brings him home tomorrow today i mean no no fridays an unlucky day first 
i want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it i think while im 
asleep then we can have music and cigarettes i can accompany him first i 
must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll i wear shall i wear 
a white rose or those fairy cakes in liptons i love the smell of a rich 
big shop at d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them 
and the pinky sugar i id a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the 
middle of the table id get that cheaper in wait wheres this i saw them 
not long ago i love flowers id love to have the whole place swimming in 
roses god of heaven theres 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 kinds of things and all the fine cattle going 
about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers 
all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the 
ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no 
god i wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why 
dont they go and create something i often asked him atheists or whatever 
they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then 
they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre 
afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes i know them 
well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody 
that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do i so there you 
are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun 
shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on 
howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day i got him to 
propose to me yes first i gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth 
and it was leapyear like now yes years ago my god after that long 
kiss i near lost my breath yes he said i was a flower of the mountain 
yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he 
said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why i 
liked him because i saw he understood or felt what a woman is and i knew 
i could always get round him and i gave him all the pleasure i could 
leading him on till he asked me to say yes and i wouldnt answer first 
only looked out over the sea and the sky i was thinking of so many 
things he didnt know of mulvey and mr stanhope and hester and father and 
old captain groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and i say stoop 
and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front 
of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil 
half roasted and the spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their 
tall combs and the auctions in the morning the greeks and the jews and 
the arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of europe and 
duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside larby sharons 
and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the 
cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts 
of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those 
handsome moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit 
down in their little bit of a shop and ronda with the old windows of the 
posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron 
and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we 
missed the boat at algeciras the watchman going about serene with his 
lamp and o that awful deepdown torrent o and the sea the sea crimson 
sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the 
alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink 
and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and 
geraniums and cactuses and gibraltar as a girl where i was a flower 
of the mountain yes when i put the rose in my hair like the andalusian 
girls used or shall i wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the 
moorish wall and i thought well as well him as another and then i asked 
him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would i yes to 
say yes my mountain flower and first i put my arms around him yes and 
drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his 
heart was going like mad and yes i said yes i will yes 
 
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