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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
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my
leader
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watch
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mrs
o
dowd
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the
nameless
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mrs
riordan
the
citizen
garryowen
whodoyoucallhim
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howard
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purefoy
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of
the
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dawson
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mrs
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kennefick
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the
bookseller
of
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of
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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
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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
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busy
brain
education
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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
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and
you
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barclay
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bacilikil
insect
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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
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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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ulysses
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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
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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
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hynes
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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
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rich
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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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ulysses
produced
by
col
choat
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
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in
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pursuit
of
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my
leader
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watch
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the
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citizen
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mrs
galbraith
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off
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street
corner
old
doctor
brady
with
stethoscope
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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
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about
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lamp
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the
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the
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me
under
the
moorish
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another
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him
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again
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me
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i
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say
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mountain
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him
yes
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him
down
to
me
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he
could
feel
my
breasts
all
perfume
yes
and
his
heart
was
going
like
mad
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yes
i
said
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will
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