whereasº no photo could because it simply wasn't art, in a word.
The spirit moving him he would very much liked to |1have followed follow1| Jack Tar's example and leave the photo there a minute or so on the plea he. But it was scarcely etiquette so. Though it was a warm pleasant sort of night for. And he felt a kind of need then and there to satisfy a need. Nevertheless he just sat where he was viewing again the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear, however and looked away thoughtfully In fact the slight soiling was only an added charm like linen slightly soiled as good as new, much better in fact. Suppose she were was gone. I looked for the lamp which she told me came into his mind but only as a passing fancy because he then thought of the morning littered bed etcetera.
He liked the vicinity of the young man educated,
and impulsive too
away the best of the
think he had it in him. Besides he said the picture was handsome
|1which it was though at the moment she was distinctly stouter1|. And why not? An awful lot of pretence went on about that sort of thing |1involving a lifelong slur1|. |1|aSplash page of gutterpressa| Letters containing the habitual1| Decree nisi and the King's proctor showed cause and their names were coupled till relations became intimate |1when they cohabited1|.
|1How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them |aso that their names were coupleda| was told in court |aand letters Lettersa| containing the habitual compromising expressions, |aleaving no loopholea| showing that they cohabited and relations became intimate. Then decree nisi and the King's proctor tries to show cause and nisi made absolute. But as for that the two misdemeanants wrapped up as they were in each other could safely afford to ignore it as they |alargelya| did. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being close to Erin's uncrowned king on the historic |aoccasion fracasa| when the fallen leader's |awho of course stuck to his guns till deatha| henchmen |a|bto the number of ten or 12b| penetrating into the printing worksa| broke up the typecases in United Ireland on account of scurrilous |aarticles effusionsa| by the O'Brienite faction reflecting on the erstwhile tribune morals. Though palpably a radically altered man he was still a commanding figure |awith that look of settled purpose which went a long way with shillyshallyersa|. As those were very hot times in the general excitement Bloom sustained the prod of some fellow's elbow lodging in the stomach. His hat (Parnell's) a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush and returned it to him |awith the utmost celeritya| who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away all the same what's bred in the bone because he turned round to the donor and remarking Thank you, sir.1|
Onº the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes of the cabman and company |1who passed it off as a jest1| pretending to understand everything |1the why & the wherefore & not knowing their own minds1|. |1He |abeing of a sceptical frame of minda| believed, and made no secret of it either that man or men in the plural were always in the |acase affaira| |a|bto press their attentions on her with improper intent,b|a| when the lady chose to be tired of wedded life, |ato press their attentions on her with improper intent,a| unread unread blank1| It was a thousand pities certainly a young fellow like that wasting his time with profligate women. In the nature of |1things single blessedness1| he one day would take unto himself a wife when Miss Right came |1along on the scene1| but in the interim ladies' society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest doubts as to whether he would find much satisfaction in the society of smirking misses |1with the orthodox |apreliminaries preliminary bi or triweekly cantera| of |aof fond lovers' waysa| flowers & chocs1|. To think of him homeless & houseless or a prey to some landlady worse than any stepmother was really too bad at his age. The sudden queer things he came out with attracted him rather like his father but |1more something substantial1| he certainly ought to eat |1even if it was only a homely Humpty Dumpty boiled1|.
— At what o'clock did you dine? he asked questioned |1of the slim form and tired but unwrinkled face1|.
— Some time yesterday, Stephen said.
— Yesterday! exclaimed Bloom till he rememº it was already tomorrow. Ah, you mean it's after 12.
— The day before yesterday, Stephen said.
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
one was several years the other's
travelling, so to speak, in the same train of thought. At his age he too
retrospect (which was a source of satisfaction in
itself)1| he had a
sneaking sympathy for those ultra ideas
into him in infancy1|
for instance when the evicted tenants question bulked
largely in the public |1view eye1|, though not contributing a copper to the cause |1or pinning his faith to |ait its dictumsa| absolutely1|, he was in principle in sympathy with peasant possession|1, a partiality he had never been |aentirelya| cured of,1| & even |1went was twitted with going1| a step farther than most Michael Davitt in |1his views the views he inculcated1| which was the reason he strongly resented the innuendo put on him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at his gathering of the clans so that he |1the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated,1| departed from his usual custom to give him one in the gizzard though, so far as politics were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda |1& displays of animosity1| and the misery & suffering it entailed |1as a foregone conclusion1| on fine young fellows, destruction of the fittest, in a word.
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 as on the night he misguidedly brought home a
Newfoundland dog with a lame paw (not that the cases were
he had hurt his
hand) to Ontario Terrace, as he very distinctly remembered. On the other
hand it was altogether too late for the Sandycove suggestion so that he was in
some perplexity as to which of the two alternatives.
seemed to him
pointed to the fact
that1| he ought to
avail himself to the
full of the opportunity, all things considered. His
initial impression was he was a shade standoffish
effusive1| but it
grew on him someway.
one thing1| He
mightn't exactly jump at the
and what worried him was he didn't know how to lead up to it or word it
exactly, supposing he entertained the proposal as it would
afford him very
pleasure if he would allow him to help
put coin in his
way or some wardrobe if found suitable1|.
At all events, he wound up by concluding |1to depart from hidebound precedent1|, a cup of Epps's cocoa and |1for the matter of that,1| a shakedown for the night |1where he was at least in safe hands & as warm as toast1| |1there could be no he failed to see any1| very vast amount of harm in always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because |1that merry old soul1| the grasswidower in question didn't seem in any particular hurry back |1to wend his way home1| to his |1dearly1| beloved Queenstown and probably some |1mermaid1| bawdyhouse |1of retired beauties |awhere age was no bara|1| off Sheriff street lower would be |1his |athe best clue to unreada| that equivocal |apersonage's character'sa|1| abode for a few days to come|1.
alternately racking their feelings with 6 chamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical and mauling their largesized charms between whiles with |arough & tumblea| gusto to the accompaniment of the usual blarney.1|
|1Let X equal my right name and address as Mr Algebra remarks.1| At the same time he chuckled inwardly over his |1gentle1| repartee to the blood and iron champion. about his god being a jew. People put up with being bit by a wolf but what properly riled them was being bit by a sheep. The most vulnerable point too. Your God was a. Phew! … Because they mostly seemed to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the county Fermanagh. Sligo.
— I propose, he eventually suggested after mature reflection |1while prudently pocketing the photo1|, you might 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.
— Yes, that's the best, he assured.
All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his head, education (the
genuine article) literature journalism,
prize titbits, concert stage joint tours in Eng. watering places packed with
duets in Italian
with the accent perfectly correct, no necessity to tell
the world & his
and a slice of luck.
An opening was all was wanted. Because he more than suspected he had his father's voice so it would just be as well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in that direction just to.
The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the Cabdriver's association dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this |1thrilling announcement1|. Then the old specimen in the corner read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge. To which |1Absorbing1| echo answered when.
— And welcome, answered the old party addressed.
The sailor brought out from a case he had a pair of greenish |1goggles spectacles1| which he very slowly hooked over his ear.
— Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the town clerk queried.
— Why, answered the sailor, staring out of seagreen portholes, |1as you might well describe them as,1| 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 entertainments was my favourite and Red as a Rose is she.
He pawed the paper
open and pored on it reading Lord knows what, during which time the keeper
was intensely occupied
new boot which
evidently pinched him as he muttered against
whoever sold it to him |1blank1|, all of them who were awake enough |1to be picked out by their facial expressions1|, looking on |1or passing |asome aa| trivial remark1|.
Bloom was the first to rise from his seat having first and foremost taken the wise precaution to motion to the keeper, a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were not looking, to the effect that thatº the money due was forthcoming making a grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited |1unobtrusively in four coppers actually the last of the Mohicans1|) as he had previously read the pricelist in unmistakable figures opposite him, coffee 2d, confectionery do |1and honestly worth the money1|.
— Come, he counselled |1closing the séance1|.
— One thing I never understood, he said on the spur of the moment. Why they put the chairs upside down on the table in at night in a café.
— To sweep the floor in the morning|1, Bloom replied straight off1|.
So saying he skipped round |1blankly apologetic1| to get on Stephen's right. The night air was certainly a treat to breathe but |1it made1| Stephen |1|awhoa| was still poorly confessed to feeling a1| bit weak on his pins.
— It will do you good in m a moment, Bloom said. The only thing is to walk. Come. It's not far. Lean on me.
— Yes, Stephen said uncertainly,
feeling a strange kind
him, sinewless rather and ample and all that. They passed by the sentrybox
with its stones and brazier where the
supernumerary was still to all intents & purposes wrapped
in the arms of
Murphy. And apropos of
coffin of stones
the analogy was not bad as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of
seventytwo out of 80 constituencies that ratted at the time of the split
and chiefly the belauded peasant class probably the very evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.
They turned on to |1chatting about1| music an art for which Bloom|1, as a simple virtuoso,1| possessed the greatest love as they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford Place. Wagnerian music, though grand in its way, was a trifle too heavy for Bloom, the music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the Cross and Mozart's Twellfhº Mass, the Gloria in that being the acme of musical expression. He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable sensation |1he might say, putting the others totally in the shade1| in the jesuit church, the sacred edifice being thronged by virtuosos to hear her. |1Suffice it to say for music of a sacred character there was a generally expressed desire for an encore |athere was none to come up to hera|.1| On the whole though favouring preferably light opera like Don Giovanni and Martha he had a penchant for classical composers |1though with only a surface knowledge1| like Mendelssohn. Talking of that|1, taking it for granted he knew all about the old favourites,1| he mentioned Lionel's air in Martha M'appari which, curiously enough, he had heard or rather overheard, to be more accurate |1on yesterday1|, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen's own respected father, sung to perfection, in fact, a |1capital1| study |1of the number1|. Stephen, in reply to a politely put query, said he didn't sing it but |1went on launched out1| in into praises of the songs of Shakespeare's time, the lutenist Dowland, an instrument he was thinking of purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch whom Bloom did not recall though the name |1was seemed1| familiar, for sixty guineas and William Byrd, who played the virginals in the Queen's Chapel and out of it, and John Bull.
On the roadway beyond the swingchains which they were approaching, a horse,
dragging a sweeper, paced on the
paven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire so that with the noise Bloom was not |1sure perfectly certain1| whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixty guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull, the political celebrity of that ilk. The two names, so like, struck him as a curious coincidence.
By the chains where they halted the horse slowly servedº to turn, perceiving which Bloom plucked Stephen's sleeve gently, saying jocosely:
— Beware of the steamroller. Our lives are in peril tonight.
They accordingly halted.
Bloom looked at the
head of a beast not worth 60 gns suddenly revealed by darkness, near, new
and strange, a different grouping of bones and even flesh because it was
fourwalker, a hipshaker, a headhanger
putting his hind foot
foremost for the sake of the chariotdriver on the perch. But
a good poor brute.
he was sorry he hadn't
a lump of sugar
but, as he reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every
might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolish noodly sort of a horse
a care in the
But even a dog, he
reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's of the same size would be
a holy horror to
meet face. It
was no animal's fault if he was built that way, like
the camel, ship of the
desert, distilling grapejuice into potheen in his hump. Mostly all could be
tamed and caged, nothing being 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
occupied his mind rather distracted from Stephen's words while the
ship of the street was manoeuvring and Stephen was talking of the |1highly interesting1|.
He looked sideways in a friendly way at the sideface of Stephen|1, image of his mother,1| which was not quite the same as the usual handsome blackguard type they had an incurable |1fancy for hankering after1| . as he was perhaps not that |1way1| built.
Exquisite variations he was now talking about on an air Youth has here andº end by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman. of Amsterdam where the frous come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep in which you saw the clear sea and heard the wooing voices of the sirens, sweet, false and cruel.
Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
Tun die Poëten dichten
These opening bars he sang and translated. Bloom nodding said he understood |1perfectly1| and begged him to continue which he did.
voice like that
which Bloom appreciated immediately could easily
command its own
baritones were 10 a
and procure for its fortunate possessor
the near future1|
the entrée into the best fashionable houses
magnates in a
large way of
with his university degree and gentlemanly bearing he would undoubtedly
score a distinct
their |amusical &
and perhaps cause a slight
flutter in the
dovecotes with the fair sex
making a lot of
him |acases of which were
recorda|1| if his
clothes were properly attended to
his way better into their good graces
the youthful tyro
nicetiesb|, of course, not
knowing how small things like that may
Added to which of course would be the emolument. Not that for the sake of filthy
he need necessarily embrace the concert platform
walk in life
for any lengthy
space of time1|.
step in the required direction it was beyond yea or nay and
reflection on his dignity at
the smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be handed a cheque at a
muchneeded moment when every little helped. Besides |1though taste had latterly deteriorated to a degree1| original music like that|1, different from the conventional rut,1| would |1have a great vogue as it would be1| be a decided novelty for the Dublin musical world after the usual hackneyed run of |1catchy1| tenor solos. Yes, beyond a doubt he could with all the cards in his hand |1make a name for himself &1| win a high place in Dublin's esteem, given a backerup, |1|aif one were forthcoming, a big if however, |bwith some impetus of the goahead sortb|a| to obviate the inevitable procrastination common to a fêted prince of good fellows1| and it |1would need1| not detract from the other in the least as he could practise literature in his spare time |1when desirous of so doing1|.
|1And later on at a propitious moment he purposed, without anying prying into his affairs, advising him to sever his connection with a certain budding practitioner who, he noticed, was inclined |ato deprecate him to disparage and even hima| to a slight extent, when not present, and to even deprecate him as far as he could |a|bunder withb| some hilarious pretexta| or whatever you like to call it which, in Bloom's humble opinion, threw a bad nasty sidelight on that side of |ahis a person'sa| character.1|
The horse having reached the end of his turnabout halted and reared, rearing high a proud blank feathering tail, let fall on the blank floor which the brush soon wd blank polish three smoking globes blank of turds. Slowly thrice from a full crupper he mired. |1Patient Humanely1| his driver waited till he had ended, patient in his scythed car.
Side by side Bloom with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping over a strand of mire, went towards Gardiner street Stephen singing somewhat more boldly, but not loudly, of the end
Und alle Schiffe brücken
The driver |1never said a word but merely1| watched two figures, both black, one full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge. As they walked at At times they stopped and walked again |1continuing their tête à tête,1| speaking of sirens, the sea, enemies of the soul of man and other things.