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
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
beverage8|7| to drink
in view of the hour it was and there being no
pumpº of Vartry water available for their
let alone drinking
hit upon an
propriety of the cabman's shelter, as it was called,
|8'hardly a stonesthrow
away8'| near Butt
|6where they might hit upon
some drinkables in the shape of a
|8milk and soda or
But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he was rather nonplussed but
inasmuch as the duty
devolved upon him
take some measures on the
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
both of them being
assuming that there was such a thing to be found.
Accordinglyº after a few such
brushing,º in spite of his
to take up
after it had done
in the shaving
they both walked together along Beaver
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
Amiens streetº round by
the corner of Dan Bergin's. But(3,3) as he |5fully confidently5| anticipated(3,3) 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 (3hotel Hotel|6,6|3) and there was no symptom of its budging |7a quarter of7| an inch when Mr Bloom, who was anything but a |4loud professional4| 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,
to bear on it,
evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and
foot it which
they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by
Mullett'sº and the Signal
in the direction
of Amiens streetº railway terminus,
Mr Bloom being
handicapped by the
circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had,
to vary the
adage, gone the
way of all buttonsº
into the spirit of the
heroically made light
of the mischance. So |5as
neither of them
time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing
up6| after the
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
happening to be returningº the elder
man recounted to his companion
propos7| of the
incident his own truly
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
back door3) of the
morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say
a degree7|, more
gained the Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store
streetº, famous for its
C division police
station. Between this point and the
warehouses of Beresford Place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with
in his mind somehow in Talbot
Place3), first turning
on the right, while the
who was acting as his fidus
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(3, at? At3) Rourke's the baker's(3,3) it is said.
and, not to put too fine a point on it, not yet perfectly sober
who at all
eventsº was in complete possession of
his faculties, never
more so, |7in
a word of caution
re the dangers of
of ill fame and
barely permissible once in a
though not as a
habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for young
fellows of his age particularly
|5|8'if they had
under the influence
of liquor |7unless you
knew a little
as even a fellow on
the broad of his back could administer a nasty kick if you didn't look
providential was the appearance on the scene of
Corny Kelleher when Stephen
was blissfully unconscious (3that,3) but for that man in the gap (3|5turning up, at the eleventh hour5|,3) the finis might have been |5that he might have been a candidate for the accident wardº or, failing that,5| the bridewell and an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias(3,3) or, he being the solicitor rather,º old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahonyº |8'which simply spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about8'|. |5A The reason he mentioned the fact was that a5| lot of those policemen|5, whom he cordially disliked,5| were admittedly unscrupulous |7in the service of the Crown7| and, as Mr Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A (3division Division3) in Clanbrassil streetº, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke roadº for example, |4they the guardians of the law4| 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 |5arms firearms or sidearms5| of any |5kind description5|(3,3) |6liable to go off at any time(err,º10)6| which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians |6should by any chance they fall out over anything6|. You frittered away your time, he very sensibly |7remarked maintained7|, and health and also character besides which(3,º3) |6the squandermania of the thing,6| fast women of the |7demimonde demimonde7| ran
away with a lot of £. s. d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with |7though|a, touching the |bmuchb| vexed question of stimulants,ºa| he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking |8'and possessing aperient virtues8'| (notably a good burgundy |awhich he was a staunch believer ina|) 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 practicallyº7|. Most of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his pubhunting |8confrères confrères8| but one, a most glaring piece of ratting |5on the part of his brother medicos5| under all the circs.
— And that one was Judas, (3Stephen said said Stephen3), who up to then had said nothing |4whatsoever4| of any kind.
Discussing these and kindred topics they
a beeline across the back of the Customhouse
and7| passed under the
Loop Line bridge whereº a brazier of coke
burning in front of a
or something like
attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen
|8'of his own
accord8'| 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
or had been mentioned as having
before but it cost
him no small effort before he remembered that he recognised in the sentry a quondamº friend of his father's, Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway bridge.
— Someone saluted you(3,3) Mr Bloom said.
—(3⇑3) (3Night! |6Night. Night!6|3)
started rather dizzily and stopped to
actuated by motives of
as he always believed in minding his own
but nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of anxiety
|8'though not funkyish in the
Although3) unusual in
he knew that it was not by any means unknown for
had next to
nothing to live on to be
placing a pistol at their head4| in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers |7of the Thames embankment category7| they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with |4anything whatever4| (3and everything3) |4boodle they could4| |7in one fell swoop7| at a moment's notice, your money or your life|7, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and |8garotted garrotted8|7|.
Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though he was not in anº over sober state himself(3,3) recognised |8Corly's Corley's8| breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John |8Corly Corley8|(3,3) some called him(3,3) and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of (3inspector Inspector3) |8Corly Corley8| of the G (3division Division3), lately deceased(3,3) who had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His grandfather(3,3) Patrick Michael |8Corly Corley8|(3,3) of New Ross(3,3) had married the widow of a publican there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot. Rumour had it(3,3) (3(3)though not proved(3),3) that she descended from the house of the (3lords Lords3) Talbot de Malahide(3,3) in whose mansion|5, really an unquestionably fine residence |aof its kinda| and well worth seeing,5| her mother or aunt or some relative(3, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty,3) had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This(3,3) therefore(3,3) 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 |8Corly Corley8|.
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.
he had a row with Lenehanº and called him
to Stephen a mean bloody
with a sprinkling of
was out of a job and implored of Stephen to tell him where on God's earth
he could get something, anything at
all,º to do. No, it was the daughter of the
mother in the washkitchen that was fostersister to the heir of the house|8,8| |7or else they were connected through the mother in some way,7| both occurrences happening at the same time |5if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish5|. Anyhow(3,3) he was all in.
— I wouldn't ask
only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and
God knows I'm on the rocks(3.3)
— Ah, God, (3Corley |8Corly Corley8|3) replied, sure I couldn't teach in a school, man. I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh.º (3I got Got3) stuck twice in the junior at the (3christian brothers Christian Brothers3).
— I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen informed him.
(3Corley |8Corly Corley8|,3) at the first go-off(3,3) was inclined to suspect it was something to do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough streetº, Mrs Maloney's, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern streetº |8'(which was distantly suggestive to the person addressed of friar Bacon)8'| 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
a sense5| though
he knew that
on a par with the
was hardly deserving of much credence.
malorum miseris succurrere
|8as the Latin poet
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 |5though a good bit of
But the cream of the joke was nothing would get it out of
that he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing to do but hand out the
whereas3). He put his
hand in a pocket
not with the idea of finding any food
but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so
in lieu so that
endeavour at all
get sufficient to
the result was in the
cash5| missing. A
few broken biscuits were all
|5the result of his
He tried his hardest to
the moment whether he had
as well he might
because in that
was not a pleasant lookout, very much the
in fact. He was altogether too
fagged out to institute a thorough search though
he tried to recollect. Aboutº biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them (3he wondered,3) or where was(3,3) or did he buy(3.?3) However(3,3) in another pocket he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously(3,3) however|7, as it turned out7|.
— Those are halfcrowns, man, (3Corley |8Corly Corley8|3) corrected him.
And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen (3anyhow3) lent him one of them.
— Thanks, (3Corley |8Corly Corley8|3) answered(3, you're. You're3) a gentleman. I'll pay you back (3one some3) time. Who's that with you? I saw him a few times |7in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street7| with Boylan(3,3) 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|7,º even as a crossing sweeper7|.
Subsequently(3,3) being not quite so down in the mouth after the (3two and six two-and-six3) he got(3,3) he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky that he said Stephen knew well out of |7Fulham's Fullam's7|, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there(3,3) that used to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a little chap with a stutter |6called the name of6| Tighe. Anyhow(3,3) 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
evidently a glutton
for work, it struck him, was having a quiet forty winks
all intents and
purposes5| on his
own private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now
and then at Stephen's
if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other
|7though where he was
not in a position to
had he the remotest idea
whena|7|. Being a
individual7| who could
give points to not
a few in point of shrewd
he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and
testifying to a chronic impecuniosity. (3Palpably Probably3) he was one of his (3hangers on |5hangers-on hangerson5|3) but for the matter of that (3of that3) it was merely a question of one preying on |7another his nextdoor neighbour7| all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth |7and for the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock himself penal servitude|8,8| with or without the option of a fine|8,º8| would be a very rara avis altogether7|. In any case he had a consummate amount of |7cool7| 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(3,3) who|4,º with his practised eye,4| was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said, |8laughing laughingly8|, Stephen, that is:
— (3He is He's3) 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|5, in which he seemingly evinced little interest,5| Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a |4moment half a second4| or so in the direction of |5a bucketdredgerº|8,8| |6rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana|8,8|6| moored alongside5| |8Burgh Customhouse8| (3quay Quay |7and quite possibly out of repair7|,3) whereupon he observed evasively:
— Everybody gets |5a certain their own5| ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But(3,3) leaving that for the moment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?
— (3Half a crown Half-a-crown3), Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere.
— Needs!º Mr Bloom ejaculated|7, professing not the least surprise at the intelligence7|, |8'I can quite credit the assertion and8'| I guarantee he invariably does. Everyone according to his needs (3or and3) everyone according to his deeds. |5But,º talking about things in general,5| |5Where where, added he with a smile,5| will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the question(3. And|7,7| and|7,7|3) even supposing you did(3,3) you won't get in after what occurred at Westland (3row Row3) station(3.3) 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?
— I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom |7remarked diplomatically returned7|, todayº(3,3) in fact, or(3,3) 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
senior, in more respects than one
|8'and a born
raconteur if ever there was
one8'|. He takes great
legitimately3), out of
you. You could go
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|5, who eventually euchred their third companion,5| were patently trying(3,3) as if the whole |8bally8| station belongedº to them(3,3) to give Stephen the slip in the confusion(4, which they did4).º
There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion(3,3) 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(3,3) with his sister Dilly sitting by the ingle, her hair hanging down(3,3) 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 (3oatmealwater oatmeal water3) for milk after the Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny(3,3) with an egg apiece for |5Maggie Maggy|7,7|5|(3,3) Boody and Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper,º in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or(3,3) if not, ember days |5or something like that5|.
— No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn't personally
trust in that
of yours who contributes the
element, Dr Mulligan, as a
if I were
in your shoes7|. He
knows which side his bread is buttered on
thoughº in all probability
he never realised
what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn't notice as
much as I
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(3,3) however(3,3) from all he heard(3,3) that Dr Mulligan was a versatile allround man|5, by no means confined to medicine only,5| who was rapidly coming to the fore in his line |4and, if |5the5| report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future4| |7as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services7| in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning |7by artificial respiration and what they call first aid7| at Skerries, or Malahide was it?,º was, he was bound to admit(3,3) an exceedingly plucky deed (3|8'which he could not too highly praise8'|,3) so that |7frankly7| he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it down to |8sheer cussedness or8| jealousy|8, pure and simple8|.
glance of half
which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of features
did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact(3,3) on the problem as to whether he had let himself be badly |7taken in bamboozled7|(3,3) to judge by two or three |5lowspirited5| remarks he let drop(3,3) or(3,3) |5on the other hand the other way about5|(3,3) saw through the affair(3,3) and(3,3) for some reason or other best known to himself(3,3) allowed matters to more or less|8. …8| Grinding poverty did have that effect(3|7,7|3) and he more than conjectured that, |8'highly educated though he was high educational abilities though he possessed8'|, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.
Adjacent to the men's public urinal theyº perceived an icecream car round (3round3) which a group of presumably Italians |7in heated altercation7| were getting rid of voluble expressions in their |8'vivacious8'| language in a particularly animated way|8', there being some little differences between the parties8'|.
— |5Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto! Puttanaº madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto!5|
— |5Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più … Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più …5|
— |5Farabutto! Mortacci sui! Farabutto! Mortacci sui!5|
—(3⇑3) (3Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa più …3)
Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious
wooden structure, where, prior to then, he had rarely(3,3) if ever(3,3) been before(3,;3) the former having previously whispered to the latter a few hints anent the keeper of it(3,3) said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat, Fitzharris, the invincible, though he (3could not wouldn'tº3) vouch for the actual facts(3|5,5|3) whichº quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in. |5They took their seats A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated5| in a discreet corner(3|5,5|3) onlyº to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays |8'and other nondescript specimens of the genus homo|9,9|8'| already there engaged in eating and drinking(3,3) diversified by conversation|8,8| for whom they seemingly formed an object of |8marked8| curiosity.
— Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom |7suggested ventured to |8plausibly8| suggest to break the ice7|, |5and it occurs to me you |7want ought to sample7|5| something in the shape of solid food, say(3,3) a roll of some |7sort description7|.
|6He ordered Accordingly his first act was |7with characteristic sangfroid7| to order6| these commodities quietly. The |5hoi polloi of5| jarvies or stevedores(3,3) or whatever they were(3,3) |7after a cursory examinationº,7| turned their eyes, apparently dissatisfied, away(3,3) though one redbearded bibulous individual, |5portion of whose hair was greyish,5| a sailor(3,3) probably, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his |7rapt7| attention to the floor.
Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech,
having just a bowing acquaintance with the language in
in a quandary over
remarked to his
in an audible tone of
|7à propos |~9à propos aproposº~|9|7| of the |5wrangle battle royal5| in the street which was still raging fast and furious|8.:8|
— To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.
— Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined
the inward reflection of there being more languages
to start with
than were absolutely necessary,5| it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.
The keeper of the shelter |5in the middle of this tête-à-tête5| put a boiling swimming cup of a |5choice5| concoction labelled coffee on the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed(3. After, after3) which he |8retreated beat a retreat8| to his counter,º Mr Bloom determining to have a good |4square4| look at him later on so as not (3to3) appear to(3.|8, …8|3) for which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while |5he did the honours by5| surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was |6temporarily6| supposed to be called coffee gradually nearer him(3.3)
— Sounds are impostures, Stephen saidº |5after a pause of some little time5|(3, like. Like3) names.º Cicero, Podmore. Napoleon, Mr Goodbody.º Jesus, Mr Doyle.º Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?
— |5Of course Yes, to be sure5|, Mr Bloom |5thoroughly agreed unaffectedly concurred5|. (3Of course.3) Our name was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.
The redbearded sailor(3,3) who had his |7weather7| eye on the newcomers(3,3) boarded Stephen|8', whom he had singled out for attention in particular,8'| squarely by asking:
— And what might your name be?
— 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 |7listening eavesdropping7| too.
— He's Irish, the seaman |8bold8| 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
business and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor(3,3) of his own accord(3,3) turned to the other occupants (3in of3) the shelter with the remark:
— I seen him shoot two eggs (3of off3) two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder. The lefthandº dead shot.
Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was(3|7,7|3) still he did his best to explain.
— Bottlesº out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.
He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely(3. Then, then3) he screwed his features up somewayº sideways and glared out into the night with an unprepossessing |7eye cast of countenance7|.
The entire audience waited, anticipating |5a still further an additional5| detonation, there being |5still5| a |4second further4| egg.
|8⇒ Eggº two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding |abloodthirstilya|:
A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just |8asked felt like asking8| him whether it was for a marksmanship competition |7like the Bisley7|.
— Beg pardon, the sailor said.
— Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued |6without flinching |7a hairsbreadth7|6|.
— Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent |7under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond7|, 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
of Carrigaloe. Know where that is?
Harbour3), Stephen replied.
— That's right, the sailor said. |6Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle.6| That's where I hails from. (3I belongs there.3) (3That's where I hails from.3) My little woman's down there. She's waiting for me, I know. |5For England, home and beauty. For England, home and beauty.5| She's my own (3own3) true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, sailing about.
Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene(3, —3) |7the7| homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling |5after having diddled Davy Jonesº5| (3—3) a rainy night with a blind moon. |6Across the world for a wife.6| Quite a number of stories there were on that particular |5Alice Ben Bolt5| topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece(3,3) by the way(3,3) of poor John Casey |4and a bit of perfect poetry in its |8own small8| way4|. Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to |7him the absentee7|. The face at the window|7! Judge of his astonishment7| when |7he finallyº did breast the tape and7| the awful truth dawned upon him |4ab anent his better half4|, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidowº, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rockedº in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle |8Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be8|, the publican of the (3Crown and Anchor Crown and Anchor3), in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo!º The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, |5post mortem |s8postmortem post mortems8|5| child. With a high ro|4!4| and (3and3) a randy ro|4!4| and my galloping tearing tandy(3,3) O|4.!4| Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband(3,3) (3D B W.B.3) Murphy.
The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:
— Thank you, the sailor said.
He deposited the quid in his gob and,
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? |4D.B. W.B.4| Murphy.º A.B.S.
In confirmation of
which6| statement he
extricated from an inside pocket and handed to his
neighbourº a not very
looking cleanlooking8| folded document.
— You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter.
— Why, the sailor answeredº upon reflection upon it, I've circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red (3sea Sea3). I was in China and North America and South America. (3We was chased by pirates one voyage.3) I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles(3,3) under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyouº. That's how the Russians prays.
— You seen queer sights, don't be talking, |8said put in8| a jarvey.
He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously:º
— Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.
He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket(3,3) which seemed to be in its way a species of repository(3,3) and pushed it along the table. The printed matter on it stated: |6Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia. Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia.6|
All focussed their attention |7at onº7| |5the scene exhibited,5| |v7atºv7| a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping(3,3) amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of them) outside some primitive |7huts shanties7| of osier.
Chews coca all day
Cuts off their
diddies when they can't bear no more children. See them
ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.
— Know how to keep them off? he inquired (3generally genially3).
Nobody volunteering a statement(3,3) he winked, saying:
Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran as follows: |6Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile Tarjeta Postal,º Señor A.º Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile6|. There was no message evidently(3,º3) as he took particular notice.
Thoughº not an implicit
believer in the
narrated (3|5(or the
eggsniping transaction for that matter
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)5|,º3) having detected a discrepancy between his name|s8,s8| |6(6|assuming he was the person he represented himself to be|7,7| |6and not sailing under false colours, after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere)(9,9)6| and the fictitious addressee of the missive |5which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend's bona fides5| nevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise |7some Wednesday or Saturday7| of travelling to London |6via via6| long sea |7for not to say that he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent but7| he was at heart a born adventurer|5,5| 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 |6deuced6| hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did come to planking down |6the needful6| and breaking Boyd's heart it was not so dear, purse permitting, a few guineas at the outsideº(3,3) considering the fare to Mullingar |4where he figured on going4| was five and six(3,3) there and back. The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in every way thoroughly pleasurable|5, especially for a chap whose liver was out of order,5| seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on(3,3) culminating in an instructive tour of the sights of the great metropolis,
|4the spectacle of our4| modern Babylon |7where doubtless he would see a the greatest improvement7|,º tower, abbey, wealth of Park (3lane Lane3)|5,5| to renew acquaintance with. Another thing just struck him as |5a5| by no means |5a5| bad notion was he might have a gaze around on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert tour |5of summer music5| embracing the |5chief most prominent5| pleasure resorts, Margate |5with mixed bathing and |7firstrate7| hydros an and spas, |7Falmouth Plymouth Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate7|5| and so on|4, B beautiful Bournemouth|5, the Channel islands5| and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative4|. Not, of course, with a hole and corner scratch company |8or local ladies on the job8|, witness Mrs (3C P C.P.3) M'Coy type (3—3) lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. No, something top notch, an all star Irish caste, |4the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company |5with his own legal consort as leading lady5| as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners,4| perfectly simple matter (3|8and he was quite sanguine of success8|,3) providing puffs in the local papers could be managed |5by some fellow |8with a bit of bounce8| who could pull the indispensable wires|8,8|5| and thus combine business with pleasure. |5But who? That was the rub.5|
Also|6, without being |7actually7| positive,6| it struck him a great field was to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes |7to keep pace with the times7| |5apropos apropos5| of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which|5,5| it was mooted|5,5| was once more on the |5tapis tapis5| in the circumlocution departments with the usual |4quantity of red tape and4| 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, (3i.e, i.e.,º3) Brown, Robinson and |4so forth Co4|.
It was a subject
of regret and absurd as well
on the face of it
and no small blameº to our vaunted
society that the man
system really needed
toning up,7| for
matter of a couple
was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always
since my old
stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After
it,5| they had
their eleven and more
of it and merited a radical change of
grind of city
life5| in the
is at her |5spectacular5| best(3,3) constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were |5equally excellent opportunities |afor vacationistsa| in the home island,5| delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation|4, offering a plethora of attractions, as well as a bracing tonic for the system4| in and around Dublin |8and its |apicturesquea| environsº8| even,º Poulaphouca(3,3) to which there was a (3steamtram steam tram,3) but also farther away from the madding crowd(3,3) in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, |7an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen,7| |8so long as it didn't come down,8| and in the wilds of Donegal |4where4|, if report spoke true, |4the |~coup d'oeil coup d'œilº~| was exceedingly grand,4| though |4the lastnamed locality was4| not easily (3gettatable getatable3) |7so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all |8that8| it might be, considering the signal benefits to be derived from it, |8while 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(9,9) especially in the spring when young men's fancy, |athough it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left leg,a| it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the pillar8|7|. Because of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodationº left much to be desired. Interesting to fathom(3,3) it seemed to him(3,3) from a motive of curiosity(3,3) pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card,º picture,º and passed it along to Stephen.
— I seen a Chinese one time, related the |7doughty7| narrator, that had little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened(3,3) and every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house, another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he |7appetisingly7| added, the (3chinks Chinese3) does.
— In a knockingshop it was|5,5| count of a tryon between two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. |5Prepare to meet your God, Prepare to meet your God,º5| says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.
His heavy glance(3,3) drowsily roaming about(3,3) kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.
— They're great for the cold steel, somebody |5who was evidently quite in the dark5| 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(3,3) passed obviously in the spirit of |5where ignorance is bliss where ignorance is bliss5|(3,3) Mr (3B. Bloom3) 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, |5alias alias5| the keeper, was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face(3,3) which was really a work of art, a perfect study in itself, |5beggaring description,5| conveyed the impression that he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very(3!.3)
a somewhat lengthy
pause. One man was reading
by3) fits and
starts a stained by coffee
the card with the natives choza
Bloom, so far as he was
concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly
the occurrence alluded
to took place as
well as yesterday,
some score of years
in the days of the land
when it took the civilised world
by storm, figuratively speaking, |5in early in the eighties,5| eightyone |5to be correct,5| when he was just turned fifteen.º
— Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.
The request being complied with(3,3) he clawed them up with a scrape.
— Have you seen the (3rock Rock3) of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom |7asked inquired7|.
The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay|v4,v4| 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|5. But but5| he failed to do so, simply letting (3spirt spurt3) a jet of spew into the sawdust(3,3) and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.
— What year would that be about? Mr (3B interrogated Bloom interpolated3). Can you recall the boats?
— I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time.
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
Suffice3) it to
say that|4, as
a casual glance at
it covered fully
three fourths of
and he fully realised accordingly what it
to rule the
waves. On more
a dozen at the
—3) near the
North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a superannuated
seated habitually near
the not particularly redolent
sea on the wall,
at it and it at
him, dreaming of
fresh woods and pastures new
|6as someone somewhere
sings6|. And it left
him wondering why.
Possibly he had
tried to find out the secret for himself,
and down |7the
and all that sort of
thing and over and
—3) well, not
fates. And the
odds were |5twenty
nil5| there was
really no secret about it
without going into
the minutiae of the
remained that the sea was there in all its glory and in the natural course
of things somebody |6or
other6| had to sail on
fly in the face of
though it merely went
to show how people usually
contrived to load that sort
ofº onus on to the other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insuranceº |7which7| were run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason(3,3) if no other(3,3) lifeboat Sunday was a (3highly very3) laudable institution to which the public at large, no matter where living(3,3) inland or seaside, |5as the case might be,5| having it brought home to them like that(3,3) should extend its
gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had to man the rigging and push off and out (3|4amid the elements4|,3) whatever the season(3,3) when duty called(3|5, Ireland expects that every man and so onº5|3) and sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, |7liable to capsize at any moment7| rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to say(3,3) stormy(3,3) weather.
— There was a fellow sailed with me in the |4Rover Rover4|, the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded, wentº ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where he could be drawing easy money.
— What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away from the |8carking8| cares of office, unwashed(3,3) of course(3,3) and in a seedy getup and aº strong suspicion of nosepaint |5about the nasal appendage5|.
|8He The (errSkibereen Skibbereenºerr) father hereupon8| 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(3,3) intended to represent an anchor(3.3)
— There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked,º sureº as nuts. I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I (3objects |8object objects8|3) to. I hate those buggers. (3Suck Sucks3) your blood dry, they does.
Seeing they were all looking at his
dragged his shirt more open so that(3,3) on top of the timehonoured symbol of the mariner's hope and rest(3,3) they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather.
— Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were lying becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton|5,5| |4|5the5|4| |5best bloody man ever scuttled a ship5|. Fellow(3,3) the name of Antonio(3,3) done that. There he is himself, a Greek.
— Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.
See here, he said,
showing Antonio. There he
cursing the mate. And there he is now, he added,
same fellow, pulling
the skin with his
some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a
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 |5unaffected unreserved5| admiration of everybody(3,3) including Skin-the-Goat(3,º3) who this time stretched over.
He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.
— Eaten alive? a third |5asked the sailor5|.
— Ay, ay, sighed again the |5sailor latter personage5|, more cheerily this time(3,3) with some sort of a half smile(3,3) for a brief duration only(3,3) in the direction of the questioner about the number. (3Ate.3) A Greek he was(3, and.
|8⇒8| And3) then he added(3,3) with rather gallowsbird humour(3,3) considering his alleged end|8.:8|
The face of a
glazed and haggard under a black straw
peered askew round the
door of the shelter|4,
reconnoitring on her
own with the object of bringing more
grist to her
scarcely knowing which way to look,8| turned away on the moment(3,3) (3flusterfied |6flustered flusterfied6||5,5|3) but outwardly calm, and,º picking up from the table the pink sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though why pink(3.?3) His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment round the door the same face he |4met had caught a fleeting glimpse of4| that afternoon on Ormond (3quay Quay3), the |4partially idiotic4| female, namely, of the lane(3,3) who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)(3,3) and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing(3,3) which seemed rather vague than not(3,|5.?5|3)
candour compelled him to admit
he had washed his
wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles
streetº and women would and did too a
man's similar garments
Draper's marking ink (hers were, that
is)6| if they really
loved him, that is to
Love3) me, love my
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 |4showing that she was not exactly all there,4| viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round (3skipper Skipper3) Murphy's |6nautical6| 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 (3hospital Hospital,3) reeking with disease(3,3) 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(3,3) I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. |6Still no matter what the cause is from …6|
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 |8an old maid or8| a prude, said (3that3) it was nothing short of a crying scandal |5that ought to be put a stop to instanter to say5| that women of that stampº |5(quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject)5|, a necessary evil, were not licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing(3,3) he could truthfully state(3,3) he|8,8| (4as a (9paterfamias paterfamilias9)|8,8|4) was a stalwart advocate of from the very |6first6| start. Whoever embarked on a policy of the sort, he said, |5and ventilated the matter thoroughly5| would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.
— You(3,3) as a good catholic, he |6subjoined observed6|, 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(3.?3) I believe in that myself because it has been explained by (4competent men as4) the convolutions of the |6brain grey matter6|. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance. Do you?
— 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
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 |5beyond him. out of his |7sublunary7| depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, |6remarking promptly rejoining6|:5|
I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant
to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a
blue moon6|. But what
I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays
or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his
Galileo was the
same applies to
the laws, for example, of a
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.
— Has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his original point. I'm not so sure about that. That's a matter (3for everyman's of every man's3) opinion and|6, without dragging in the sectarian side of the business,6| I beg to differ with you |5in toto5| there. (4Those |5It is my My5| belief |5is|7, to tell you the candid truth,7|5| that those4) bits were |5genuine forgeries all of them5| put in by monks most probably or it's |5a the5| big question |5of our national poet over again,5| who precisely wrote them(3,3) like Hamlet and Bacon, as,º you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course I needn't tell you. Can't you drink that coffee, by the way? Let me stir it. Andº take a piece of that bun. It's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. Still(3,3) no-oneº can give what he hasn't got. Try a bit.
Faultfinding being a proverbially bad
Mr Bloom thought well
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
and beyond yea or
nay7| did a world of
good, sheltersº such as the present one
they were in run on
teetotal lines for vagrants at night, concerts, dramatic
and useful lectures
qualified men for
the lower orders. On the other
he had a distinct |8and
they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy,º
(4who had been
associated with it at one time,4)
a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was to do good and net a profit(3,3) there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copper poisonº SO4 or something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was or where. Anyhow(3,3)
inspection, medical inspection, of all eatables(3,3) seemed to him more than ever necessary |6which possibly accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved6|.
— 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(3,3) Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the brown puddle (3—3) it clopped out of it when taken up (3—3) by the handle and took a sip |6of the offending beverage6|.
— Still(3,3) it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, hisº one and only reason being not gormandising |6in the least6| but regular meals as the sine qua non for (3anykind any kind3) of proper work, mental or manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man.
Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing |6very particularly6| Roman or antique |6in about6| it to the |8lay8| eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous point about it.
— Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom(3,3) |8apropos apropos8| of knives(3,3) remarked to |5Stephen his confidante5| 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(3,3) though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air(3,3) 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 |7he said the spoof he got off his chest7| being strictly accurate |7gospel7|.
He had been
taking stock of the
individual in front of him
|8ever since he clapped eyes
on him8|5|. Though a
(4of no little
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(3,3) supposing it was his own case he told, as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself (4and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the Antonio personage |5(no relation to |athea| dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet)5| who expiated his crimes in the |6melodramatic6| manner |6above6| described4). On the other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness(3,3) because meeting |5unmistakable5| mugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad(3,3) would tempt any ancient mariner |6who sailed the ocean seas6| to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. And when all was said and done(3,3) the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a |5proverbial5| candle to the |5wholesale5| whoppers other fellows |7told coined7| 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(3,3) that is rather a far cry, youº see once in a way(3,3)|6.6| Marcella|7,7| the (3midget queen |7Midget Queen midget queen7|3). In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged. They couldn't straighten their legs (4if you paid them4) because the muscles here, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline (3of,3) the sinews(3,3) or whatever you like to call them(3,3) 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.
and his horrifying adventures
(3|6(who reminded him a bit
when he occupied the
boards of the Gaiety
|awhen Michael Gunn was
identified with the
in the Flying
|7his host of admirers came
in large numbers,7|
flocking7| to hear
ships of any sort|a, phantom
or the reverse,a| on the
stage usually fell a bit flat as also did
there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it, he conceded. On the
that stab in the
back touch was quite (4typical of in keeping with4) those (3italianos Italianos,3) though candidly he was |5none the less5| free to admit those (3icecream and fishfriers ice creamers and (4fish friers friers in the fish way(9,9) not to mention the chip potato |7persuasion variety7|4)3) and so forth(9,9) over in little Italy there(3,3) near the Coombe(3,3) were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary (4cat animal of the feline persuasion4) of others at night so as to have a good old succulent |7meal tuckinº7| with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.
— Spaniards, for instance, he continued,
that|6, impetuous as Old Nick,6| are given to taking the law into their own hands and give you your quietus doublequickº with (3a3) those poignards they carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally. My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half(3,3) that is. (4Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted|6,6| having been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar.4) She has the Spanish type. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I(3,3) for one(3,3) certainly believe climate accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote |6your6| poetry in Italian.
— Quite so, Mr Bloom (4agreed dittoed4).
— Then, Stephen said(3,3) staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the (3isoceles isosceles3) triangle(3,3) (3miss Miss3) Portinariº he fell in love withº and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.
— It's in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All
are washed in the blood of the sun.
I just happened to be in the Kildare
shortly prior to our
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.
yes, pretty in a way you
I'm talking about
the female form.
they have so little taste in dress, most of
a woman's natural beauty, no matter what you say8|.
Rumpled stockings(3, —3) it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine(3,3) but still it's a thing I simply hate to see.
Interest, however, was |5beginning starting5| to flag somewhat all round and the others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog, collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. |5The sailor Shipahoy5|(3,3) of course(3,3) had his own say to say. He had doubled the (3cape Cape3) 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(3,3) or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.
So then after that they drifted on to the
rock, wreck of
nobody could think of her name for the moment till the jarvey who had really
quite a look of Henry Campbell remembered
that3) was the talk of
the town that year |6(Albert
William Quill wrote a fine piece of
on the topic for the Irishº Times)6|,º breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore |7in commotion7| petrified with horror. Then someone said something (3about3) the case of the s.s. Lady Cairns of Swansea(3,3) run into by the Mona(3,3) which was on an opposite tack(3,3) |7in rather muggyish weather7| and lost with all hands |7on deck7|. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona's, said he was (3afraidº3) his collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her hold.
a dumpy sort of a
gait4) to the
door, stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and bore
a dumpy kind of a
Whileº he was
in the act of
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
one out produce a
bottle7| and uncork
and|5, applying its
nozzle to his
lips,5| take a good
swig out of it |8with a
had a shrewd suspicion |8he that the old stager8| went out on a manoeuvreº after the |4female attraction counterattraction in the shape of a female4|(3,3) who(3,3) however(3,3) had disappeared to all intents and purposes, could(3,3) by straining(3,3) just perceive him, when duly refreshedº |4by his priv |apotations rum puncheon exploita|4|, (3gaping gazingº3) up at the piers and girders of the Loop (3line Line,3) rather out of his depth(3,3) as of course it was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the |6male6| urinal erected by the cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose(3|6,6|3) but|6,6| after a brief space of time during which silence reigned supreme(3,3) the sailor|7, evidently giving it a wide berth,7| eased himself closerº at hand, the noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently awokeº a horse of the cabrank.
A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly
disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live
the watcher of the
who, though now broken down and
fast breaking up,
was none other in
reality than the Gumley
aforesaid|8, now practically
on the parish rates,8|
given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human
knowing him before
shifted about and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in
of Morpheus, aº truly amazing piece of hard (3lines times3) in its most virulent form on a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his life |6who came in for |aa coola| £100 a year at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make |agenerala| ducks and drakes of6|. And there he was at the end of his tether after having often painted the town tolerably pink(3,3) without a |7penny to his name beggarly stiver7|. He drank(3,3) needless to be told(3,3) 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(3, —3) he had contrived to cure himself of his |6particular6| partiality(3.3)
were loudly lamenting
the falling off in
Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as
part and parcel of the same thing. A
boat was put off the
ways at Alexandra
Basin3), the only
launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever
|6⇒6| What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only rock in Galway (3bay Bay3) when the Galway (3harbour Harbour3) scheme was mooted |8by a Mr Worthington or some name like that8|, eh? Ask |5the then herº5| captain, he advised them, how much palmoil the British (3government Government3) gave him for that day's work(3,.3) Captain John Lever of the Lever Lineº.
That worthy(3,3) picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words(3,3) growled in wouldbe music(3,3) but with great vim(3,3) some kind of chanty or other in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the plug probablyº |6(6|which it was|6),6| 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 |5the liquid fire in question5|. Anyhow in he rolled |7|8after his successful libation-cum-potation,8| introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soirée7|, boisterously trolling|6, like a veritable son of a |7seacock seacook7|6|:
assuming he was he, evidently with an
axe to grind, was
grievances in a
or something of that
which he described
on the face of
God's earth, far and away superior to England, with
coal in large
of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and
and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxes on the poor people
that paid through
and gobbling up the
best meat in the
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 (3colonel Colonel3) Everard down there in Navanº growing tobacco. Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon(3.?º3) But a day of reckoning, he stated |8crescendo8| with no uncertain voice(3, —3) thoroughly monopolising all the conversation(3, —3) 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 |7look in lookin7|, 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 |6Greek6| hero(3, —3) a point his auditors at once seized as he |8showed completely gripped their attention by showing8| the tendon |8referred to8| 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.
— 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
every man,3) 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
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
over a series of
years6| Mr Bloom
was rather inclined to
for, pending that
consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was
of the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were
bigger fools than he took them for,
their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with the
in a hundred million
years the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and
|7as time went
that turned out to
be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter
that6| as a host of
equally relevant to
the issue,5| might
occur ere then
it was highly advisable in the interim to try to
make the most of
even though poles
apart. Another little
point, the amours of
chummies|6, to put
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
rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris, the famous invincible, and the
as being on all
fours with4| the
confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was
lookeron6|, a student
of the human
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,
it was better to give people like that the goby
|6unless you were a
refuse to have anything to do with them
in private life
there always being the offchance of a
forward and7| turning
like Denis |7or
Peter7| Carey, an idea
he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from
he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle.
propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom
any shape or
he certainly did
and no denying it (3|6(while
remaining what he was)6|,3) a certain
kind of admiration for a man who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his political (3convictions |7opinions convictions7| |6(thoughº, personally, he would never be a party to any such thing)º6|,3) |8on all fours with off the same bat as8| those love vendettas of the south(3, —3) have her or swing for her(3, —3) |7|aor when the husband frequently, after some words passed between |bthem the two concerning her relations with the other lucky man |c(heº having had the pair watched)c|b|,ºa| inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her7| until it just struck him that(3,3) Fitz, nicknamed (3Skin-the Skin-the-Goat3), 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 (3Skin the etcetera Skin-the-etcetera,3) he had transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally or on the scaffold high. Like actresses, always farewell (3—3) positively last performance (3—3) then come up smiling again. Generous to a fault(3,3) of course, temperamental, no economising or any idea of the sort, always snapping at the bone for the shadow(3.3) (3so So3) similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. |5in the course of his perambulations5| round the docks in the |5congenial atmosphere of the5| Old Ireland tavern, come back to Erin and so on. Then as for the otherº(3,3) he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo(3,3) as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender(3.º3)
— He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured |7but on the whole eventemperedº7| person declared, I let slip. He called me a (3jew |6Jew jew6|,3) and in a heated fashion(3,3) offensively. So I(3,3) without deviating from plain facts in the (3leasts least,3) told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too(3,3) and all his family(3,3) like me(3,3) though in (3really reality3) I'm not. That was one for him. A soft answer turns away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself|6,6| as everyone saw. Am I not right?
He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the
with a glance also of
to glean in a
kind of a way that it wasn't all exactly …7|
— Of course, Mr
Bloom3) 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|6,6| 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(3.?3) I resent violence andº intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on |4the |7the7| due4| instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity |5on the face of it5| to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, soº to speak.
All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from someº bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag,º were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything(3,3) greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.
Heº turned away from the others(3,3) who probably (3|5blank …5|3) and spoke nearer to, so as the others (3|5blank …5|3) in case they(3.|5blank …5|3)
— 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.
would you be surprised
proves up to the
decayed when the
the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an
much to answer for, imported them. Why? Because they are (3imbued with the proper spirit. They are3) practical and are proved to be so. I don't want to indulge in any (3|5blank …5|3) because you know the standard works on the subject(3,3) and then(3,3) orthodox as you are(3. |5— …5|3) But in the economic, not touching religion, domain(3,3) the priest spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with |8goahead8| America. Turks.º It'sº in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they |6died die6| they'd try to live better|6,6| (3—3) at least(3,3) so I think. That's the juggle on which the (3p.p's p.p.'s3) raise the wind on false pretences. I'm, he resumedº with dramatic force, as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the outset and I want to see
everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes |6pro rata6| having a comfortable |6tidysized6| income, |6in no niggard fashion either,6| something in the neighbourhood of £300 per annum. That's the vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and man. At least|6,6| that's my idea for what it's worth. I call that patriotism. Ubi patria, as we learned a (3small3) smattering of in our classical daysº (4in Alma Mater4), vita beneº. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.
Over his untastableº apology for a cup of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. He could hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the morningº burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the words the voice he heard said(3, —3) if you work.
— Count me out, he managed to remark, meaningº work.
— I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in
the widest possible sense. Also literary
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
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 |6a half6| laugh, that I may be important because I belong to |6the faubourg |s8Saint Patrice Saint-Patrices8| called6| Ireland |6for short6|.
— I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated.
— But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.
Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee(3,3) or whatever you like to call it(3,3) none too politely, adding:
— We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.
At this pertinent
Mr Bloom, to change the
but in a quandary,
as he couldn't
what construction to
put on belongs to |6which
sounded rather a far
cry6|. The rebuke
of some kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to
the fumes of his recent orgy spoke then
in a curious bitter wayº foreign
to his sober
state. Probably the
home life,3) to which
attached the utmost
had not been all that was needful or
right sort of
people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside
whom he furtively scrutinised with
an air of some
remembering he had just come back from Paris,
eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and
to throw much light on
the subject, however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that
promised so brilliantlyº nipped in the
bud of premature
and nobody to blame
but themselves. For
there was the case of
though of inadequate
means, with his mad
among whose other
gay doings |7when rotto
and making himself a nuisance to everybody
all round7| he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then the usual (4denouement dénouement4) |5after the fun had gone on fast and furious5| he got landed into hot water and had to be spirited away by a few friends|6,6| after a strong hint |8to a blind horse8| from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, |5so as not to be made amenable5| under section two of the (3criminal law amendment act Criminal Law Amendment Act3), certain names |5of those subpœnaed5| being handed in but not divulged(3,3) for reasons which will occur to anyone |8with a pick of brains8|. |6Putting Briefly, putting6| two and two together, six sixteen(3,3) which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth(3,3) jockeys and esthetes andº the tattoo which was all the go in the seventies or thereabouts(3,3) even in the (3house of lords House of Lords,3) because early in life the (4occupant of the throne,4) then heir apparent(4, the |6others other members of the upper ten |7and other high personages7|6| simply following in the footsteps of the head of the state,4) he reflected about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads |6running counter to morality such as the Cornwall case a number of years before6| under their veneer in a way scarcely intended by nature(3,3) a thing |5good5| Mrs Grundy|5,º as the law stands,5| was terribly down on(3,3) though not for the reason they thought they were probably|6,6| whatever it was|6,6| except women chiefly(3,3) who were always fiddling more or less at one another(3,3) it being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it(3.3) (3ladies Ladies3) who like distinctive underclothing should(3,3) and every
welltailored man must|6,6| trying to make the gap wider between them by innuendo and give more of a (4genuine4) (errfilip fillipºerr) to acts of impropriety between the two|6,6| she unbuttoned his and then he untied her|6,6| mind the pin|6,6| whereas savages |6in the cannibal islands, say,6| at ninety degrees in the shade not caring a |6particular continental6|. However, reverting to the original, there were on the other hand others who had (3forged forced3) their way to the top from the lowest rung |8by the aid of their bootstraps8|. Sheer force of natural genius, that. With brains, sir.
For which and further reasons he
it was hisº interest and duty even to
wait on and profit by the
though whyº he could not exactly
shillings to the
let himself in for it.
to cultivate the
acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for |7talk reflection7| would amply repay any small|7. …7| Intellectual stimulation(3,3) as such(3,3) 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 |7ofº the here today and gone tomorrow type7|, night loafers, |6the whole galaxy of events,6| all went to make up a miniature cameo of the world we live in(9,9) |8especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz,º coalminers, divers, scavengers etc,º were very much under the microscope lately8|. 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 (3suppose. Suppose3) he were to pen something out of the common groove |6(as he fully intended doing)6| at the rate of one guinea per column(3.,3) |8My experiences My Experiences8|, let us say, |8in a cabman's shelter in a (9cabman's shelter Cabman's Shelter9)8|.
tell a graphic
lay, as luck would
have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again,
satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus the vessel
came from Bridgwater
and the postcard was
find the captain's
his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions which
give us this day our daily press.
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
the Gold cup. Victory of
by Rightaway, 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs, W.
recalls Derby of '92 when
captured the blue ribband at long
twenty to one, got
long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W.
Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a 2½ mile course, winner trained
by Braine, so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure
thousand3) lives lost.
Foot and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.
remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his the
remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from
Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman
was a most popular and genial personality in city life and his
9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased
gentleman was a most popular and genial personality in city life and
a brief after
a brief8| (3illness |8illness, illness,8|3) |8came 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 came as aº great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the deceased were8| (3present |8present, present,8|3) |8were carried out were carried out8| |8by byº8| (certainly Hynes wrote it with a nudge from Corny)º (3Messrs |8Messrs. Messrs.8|3) |8H.J. O'Neill H.J. O'Neill8| (3and |8& &8|3) |8Son, 164 North Strand Road. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno. Henry Menton, solr, Son, 164 North Strand Roadº. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno.º Henry Menton, solr,º8| |8Martin Cunningham, Martin Cunningham,8| |8John Power John Power8|(3,3) (4 .)eatondph |8eatondph eatondph8|4) |81/8 ador dorador douradora 1/8 ador dorador douradora8| (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad)º |8Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus,8| (3Stephen Dedalus B.A., |8Stephen Dedalus, B.A., Stephen Dedalus,º B.A.,8|3) (3Edw. J. Lambert, |8Edward J. Lambert, Edward J. Lambert,8|3) |8Cornelius Kelleher, Cornelius Kelleher,8| (3Joseph M'C Hynes, |8Joseph M'C. Hynes, Joseph M'C. Hynes,8|3) |8L. Boom, L. Boom,º8| (3C P M'Coy, |8C.P. M'Coy, C.P. M'Coy,º8|3) — (3Mackintosh |6Mackintosh, |8M'Intosh, M'Intosh,8|6|3) |8and several others and several others8|.
Nettled not a little by (3L Boom L. Boomº3) (4(as it incorrectly stated)4) and the line of bitched type(3,3) but |8amused tickled to death8| simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen Dedalus(3,3) B.A.(3,3) who were conspicuous, needless to say, by their |8total8| absence |6(to say nothing of M'Intosh)6|(3,3) L. Boom pointed it out to his companion(3,º3) B.A.(3,3) engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness(4, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical |8howlers of8| misprints4).
— It is(3. Really, really3), Mr Bloom said (3|5(though first he fancied he alluded to the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be no possible connection)5|,º3) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing (3to. (4it. the thing,4)3) (4There there4).
While the other was reading it on page two Boom
|5(to give him for the nonce
his new misnomer)5|
whiled away a few
in fits and
starts with the account of the
third event at Ascot8|
on page three, his side. Valueº
sovs.3) in specie
entire colts and
fillies. |8Mr F.
5 yrs, 9 st 4
Lord3) Howard de
Mr W. Bass's
5 to 4 on
20 to 1
the fore|6,º6| |5got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly |6Sceptre Sceptreº6| on a 2½ mile course. Winner
trained by Braimeº so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure buncombe5|. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. (41000 1,0004) sovs(3.3) with (err300 3,000ºerr) in specie. Also ran(3. J J.3) de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons was |8anxiously8| inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) |6Maximum II Maximum II6|. |5Winner trained by Braime.5| Different ways of bringing off a coup. (3lovemaking Lovemaking3) damages. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get left. (3of Of3) course(9,9) gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though|7,7| as the event turned out(3,3) the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to |8eventually8|.
— There was every indication they would arrive at that, he, Bloom,º said.
Oneº morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read(3:,3) |8Return of Parnell Return of Parnell8|. He bet them what they liked (3a. A3) 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 (3committee room no Committee Room (4No. n°4)3) 15 |7until he was his old self again |8with no-one to point a fingerº at him8|7| (3then. Then3) they would |8all to a man8| have gone down on their marrowbones to him to come back |6when he had recovered his senses6|. Dead he wasn't. |8Simply absconded somewhere.8| 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
was rather surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a
and not singly but
and then complete oblivion because it was
there was even a shadow of truth in the stones and,
he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Something
evidently riled them in his death. Either he
petered out too
pneumonia (4just when his
political arrangements were
nearing completion4) or (3whatever whether3) it transpired he owed his death to (4his having neglected to change his boots and clothes after a wetting when a cold resulted |5and failing to consult a specialist5| he being confined to his room till he eventually died of it|5,5|4) |7amid widespread regret before a fortnightº was at an end7| or |6quite possibly they were distressed to find6| the job was taken out of their hands. Of course(3|6,6|3) nobody being acquainted with his movements(3|6,6|3) even before(3,3) there was absolutely no clue |7as7| to his whereabouts(3|6,6|3) |8which were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart(9,9)8| so the
remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility. Naturally then(3,3) it would prey on his mind as a born leader of men(3,3) which undoubtedly he was(3,3) and a commanding figure|7,7| (4a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his |5stocking stockinged5| feet|7,7|4) whereas Messrsº (3So and So So-and-So3) who|7, though they weren't even a patch on the former man,7| ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very few and far between. It certainly pointed a moral, the idol with feet of clay(3, and. And3) then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had to come back(3. That — that3) haunting sense kind of drew you(3. To — to3) show the understudy in the title (3role (4rôle rôle4)3) how to. He saw him once (4on the auspicious occasion4) when they broke up the type in |6the Insuppressible or was it6| 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 |6thank you Thank you6|(3,3) excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid (3exterior expressionº3) |7notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip7||5:º —5| what's bred in the bone. Still(3,3) as regards return(3. You, you3) were a lucky dog if they didn't set the terrier at you (4directly you got back4). Then a lot of shillyshally usually followed,º Tom for and Dick and Harry against. And then, number one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials(3,3) like the claimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the boat's name|6|7,7| to the best of his recollection6| he, the heir, went down in(3,3) as the evidence went to show(3,3) and there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, (3lord Lord3) Bellew(3,3) was it(3, as? As3) he might very
easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and then|8, when got up to tally with the description given,8| introduce himself with(3:,3) |6Excuse me, my name is Excuse me, my name is6| (3So and So |6So-and-So, So-and-So|7,7|6|3) or some such commonplace remark. A more prudent course, asº Bloom said to the not over effusive|8,8| in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, would have been to sound the lie of the land first.
— Fine lump of a woman(3,3) all the same, the (3soidisant (4soi-disant soi-disant4)3) (3town clerk |6town-clerk, townclerkº6|3) Henry Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. (3She loosened many a man's thighs.3) Iº seen her picture in a |7shop barber's7|. (3The Her3) husband was a captain or an officer.
— Ay, (3Skin the Goat said, he was Skin-the-Goat (4amusingly |6subjoined added6|4). He was,3) and a cottonball one.
contribution of a
occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his
he|8, without the faintest
suspicion of a smile, merely
gazed in the
direction of the door and8| 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(3,3) full of sweet nothings. First(3,3) it was strictly (3Platonic platonic3) till |6nature intervened and6| an attachment sprang up between them(3,3) (4till (erriterr)º bit by bit |7matters came to a climax and the matter7| became the talk of the town4) till the staggering blow came as a welcome intelligence to not a few (4evildisposed4),º however, who were resolved upon (3encompassing encouraging3) his downfallº though the thing was public property |5all along though not to anything like the |asensationala| extent that it subsequently blossomed into5|. Since their names were coupled(3,3) though(3,3) (4since he was her declared favouriteº,4) where was the |5particular5| necessity to proclaim it |7to the rank and file7| from the housetops(3,3) the fact,º namely, that he had shared her bedroom(3,3) which came out in the witnessbox |7on oath7| |6when a thrill went through the packed court |7literally electrifying everybody7|6| in the shape of |7witnesses swearing to having witnessed him |8on such and such a particular date8| in the act of7| scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistance of a ladder in night apparel|5, having gained admittance
in the same fashion,5| a fact (3that3) the weeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, |5simply5| coined |8shoals of8| money out of. Whereas |6the simple fact of the case was6| it was simply a case of the husband not being up to |5much the scratch5|(3,3) with nothing in common between them beyond the name|6,6| and then a real man |6arriving6| on the scene, |5|6her declared favourite,6|5| strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her |8siren8| charms and forgetting home ties(3, the. The3) usual sequel, to bask in the loved one's smiles. The eternal question |7of the life connubial7|, needless to say, cropped up. Can real love|6, supposing there happens to be another chap in the case,6| exist between married folk? (3Poser.3) Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection,º carried away by a wave of folly. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly(3,3) augmented |6obviously6| by gifts of a high order(3,3) as compared with the other military supernumerary(3,3) that is (3|8(who was just the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of an individual in the 18th hussars light dragoons, the 18th hussars to be accurate)8|,3) |5and inflammable doubtless |8(the fallen leader, that is,º not the other)8| in his own peculiar way5| which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as |6highly6| likely to carve his way to fame(3,3) which he almost |6did bid fair to do6| till the priests |5and ministers of the gospel as a whole|7,7|5| |6his erstwhile staunch adherents6| and (4the his beloved4) evicted tenants (4for whom he had done yeoman service4) in the rural parts of the country |5by taking up the cudgels on their behalf |6in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations|7,7|6|5| very effectually cooked his (4matrimonial4) goose|7, thereby heaping
coals of fire on his head, muchº in the same way as the |8fabled8| ass's kick7|. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement(3,3) all seemed a kind of dream. And thenº 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 (3strand Strand3), a locality he had not been in for quite a number of years(3,3) looked different somehow since, as it happened, he went to |8live reside8| on the north side. North or south,º however, it was (3just3) |6a the wellknown6| case of hot passion, pure and simple, |5upsetting the applecart with a vengeance5| and just bore out |5what the very thing5| he was saying(3,3) 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(err,err)º with glowing bosom said to Stephen(3, about blood and the sun3). And|6,6| if I don't greatly mistake(3,3) she was Spanish too.
— The |6King king6| of Spain's daughter, Stephen answered|6., adding something |aor other rather muddleda| 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 …6|
— Was she? Bloom |6said ejaculated6|,º surprised(3,3) though not astonished by any means(3,.3) I never heard that rumour before.
(3⇑3) Possible, especially there,º it was, as she lived there. So, Spain(3,.3)
(3⇒3) (3carefully Carefully3) avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of|6, which reminded him by the by of that Capel street library book out of date,6| he took out his pocketbook and, turning over the |7various7| contents (3it contained3) rapidly(3,3) finally he|7. …7|
— Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type(3.?3)
Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large sized lady(3,3) with her |8fleshy8| charms on evidence in an open fashion(3,3) as she was in the full bloom of womanhood(3,3) in evening dress cut (4ostentatiously4) low (4for the occasion4) to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than |8visions vision8| of breasts, her full lips parted(3,3) and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano(3,3) on the rest of which was In Oldº Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her (the lady's) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to be admired, Lafayette |5and Son, Dublin of Westmoreland street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic execution5|.
Beside the young man he looked also
the photo of the
lady now his
wife (4who, he
daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age
proficiency as a singer having even made her bow to the public when
her years numbered barely |5sweet5| sixteen4). As for the face(3,3) it was a speaking likeness in expression but it did not do justice to her figure(3,3) (4which came in for a lot of notice usually and4) which did not come out to the best advantage in that (3get up |6get-up getup6|3). She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the|8. …8| He dwelt|8, being a bit of an artist in his spare time,8| on (4general development (of females) the female form in general developmentally4) because, as it |5so5| happened, no later than that afternoon(3,3) he had seen those Grecian statues, perfectly developed |6as works of art6|, in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry(3, all. All3) the rest(3. Yes, yes3), (3puritanisme, it puritanismº. It3) does though(3,3) (3Saint St.3) Joseph's sovereign (3unread unread |5blank …5|3) whereas no photo could(3,3) because it simply wasn't art(3,3) in a word.
The spirit moving
he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave the
likeness there (4for
a very few
minutes to speak for
itself4) on the plea
(4so that the other could
drink in the
beauty for himself, her
a treat in
the camera could not at all do justice
to8|4). But it was
though3) it was a warm
pleasant sort of a night now
wonderfully cool for
And he did feel a kind of need there and then to
like a kind of
and6| satisfy a
just viewing the
photo creased by opulent curves,
none the worse for
and looked away thoughtfullyº
the intention of not further increasing the other's possible
embarrassmentº while gauging her symmetry
the slight soiling was only an added
like the case of linen
good as new, much
with the starch out.
Suppose she was gone
I looked for the lamp which she told me came into his mind but merely as a
passing fancy of his because
the morning littered
and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses
sic8|) in it
which must have
fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the
apologies to Lindley Murray4).
The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated,
and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the
pick of the
wouldn't think he had it in
yet you would. Besides he said the
picture was handsome which, say what you like, it was(3,º3) 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 letterpressº |8about the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite8| |5instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole business5|. 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 |8mushy and8| compromising expressions(3,3) leaving no loophole(3,3) to show that they |8openly8| cohabited |8two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel8| and relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course intimate. Then the decree |5nisi nisi5| and the King's (3proctor Proctor3) (3tries |6trial6|3) toº show cause why and|7, he failing to quash it,7| |5nisi nisi5| was made absolute. But as for thatº the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they |8largely8| were in one another, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did |6till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitorº |8who filed a petition for the party wronged in due course8|6|. He, (3B Bloom3), enjoyed the distinction of being close to Erin's uncrowned king |5in the flesh5| (4when the thing occurred4) on the historic (4fracas fracas4) when the fallen leader's(3, —3) who notoriously stuck to his guns to the last (4drop4) |5even when clothed in the mantle of adultery5|(3, —3) |6(leader's)6| trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen(4,4) |5or possibly even more |6than that6|5| penetrated into the printingº worksº of |6the Insuppressible or no it was6| United Ireland (a by no means(3,3) by the |5way by(err,º10)5| appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or something |6like that6| all on account of some scurrilous effusions from the |4practised facile4| pens of the O'Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging occupationº(3,3) reflecting on the (3ertswhile erstwhile3) tribune's private morals. Though palpably a radically altered man(3,3) he was still a commanding figure(3,3) though carelessly garbed as usual(3,3) with that look of settled purpose which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till
they discovered to their |7vast7| discomfiture that their idol had feet of clayº |8after placing him upon a pedestal8|(3,3) which she, however, was the first to perceive. As those were particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from |4the a nasty4| prod of some chap's elbow |7in the crowd that of course congregated7| lodging |5in |asomewhere some placea| about5| the |6pit of the6| stomach, fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell's)º was inadvertently knocked off and|4, as a matter of |6strict6| history,4| Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush |6after witnessing the occurrence6| |5and returned meaning to return5| it to him |5|6(6|and return it to him he did5| with the utmost
celerity|6)6| who(3,3) panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time (3all the same,3) being a gentleman born with a stake in the country(3,3) |5he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing |6than anything else,6|5| what's bred in the bone(3,3) instilled into him in infancy |5at his mother's knee |6in the shape of knowing what good form was6|5| came out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him |4with perfect aplomb4|(3,3) saying: |6Thank you, sir Thank you, sir6|,º though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights |6earlier in the course of the day6|, history repeating itself with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory |7after |athe grim task ofa| having committed |8the his8| remains to the grave7|.
On the other
what incensed him more inwardly was the
blatant jokes of
the cabmanº and so
who passed it
off as a
pretending to understand everything,
the why and the
wherefore, and in reality
not knowing their
|5it being a case for
the two parties
themselves unless |6it
that the legitimate husband happened to
be a party to it
owing to some
|6who happened to come across
them |aat the crucial moment
|8in a loving
locked in one
drawing attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic
rumpus and the erring fair one
forgiveness |6of her lord
|7and promising to sever the
connection |8and not receive
his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the
matter and let bygones be bygones(9,9)8| with tears in her eyes(9,9)7| |6though possibly with her tongue in her |8fair8| cheek at the same time(9,9)6| |7as quite possibly there were |8several8| others7|. He personally, being of a sceptical bias, believed(3,3) and |6made no didn't make the |8least smallest8|6| bones about saying so either(3,3) that man(3,3) or men in the plural(3,3) were always hanging around |7on the waiting list7| about a lady|7, even supposing she was the best wife in the world |8and they got on |afairlya| well together8| for the sake of argument,7| when|8, neglecting her duties,8| she chose to be tired of wedded lifeº (3|8and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery8|,º3) to press their attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, the cause of many |5liaisons liaisons5| between still attractive married women |5getting on for fair and forty5| and younger men, no doubt |6as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt6|.
It was a
thousand pities a young
as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time with
|7who might present him with
a nice dose to last
him his lifetime7|. In
the nature of single blessedness he would one day take unto himself a wife whenº Miss Right came on the scene but in the interim ladies' society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest possible doubts|7, not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson |8(who was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning)8|,7| as to whether he would find much satisfaction basking in the |5boy and girl courtship idea and the5| company of smirking misses |5without a penny to their |6name names6|5| (3bi or bi- orº3) (3triweekly tri-weekly|5,5|3) with the orthodox preliminary canter of (3complimentplaying |6compliment paying complimentpaying6|3) |7and walking out7| 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|6,6| 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 (3but. But3) something substantial he certainly ought to eat (3even,3) were it only |4an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing that,4| 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!º exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow(3,3) Friday. Ah, you mean it's after twelve|7.!7|
— The day before yesterday, Stephen said|5, improving on himself5|.
Literally astounded at this piece of
Bloomº reflected. Though they didn't
see eye to eye
a certain analogy there somehow
as if both their minds were
travelling, so to
speak, in the one train of thought. At his age when
some score of years previously
|5when he had been a
honours |7in the Buckshot
days7|5|4| he too
(which was a source of
satisfaction in itself) he had
for those same ultra ideas. For
when the evicted tenants
question|4, then at
though|8, it goes without
not contributing a
pinning his faith
absolutely to its
|7some of which
the outset6| in
was in thorough sympathy with peasant
trend of modern
however, |8which, realising
he was subsequently
and even was twitted
with going a step
further3) than Michael
Davitt in the
views he |6at one
which was one reason he strongly resented the
innuendo put upon
him in so
at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he, |4though |aoftena| considerably misunderstood and4| the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his customary habit to give him |6(6|metaphorically|6)6| one in the gizzard though,º so far as politics |6themselves6| were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of |7mutual7| animosity and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.
pros and cons,
getting on for
as it was, it was high time to be
retiring for the
crux was it was
a bit risky to bring
him home as
|8(somebody having a temper
of her own
the hash altogether7| as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed unknown) with a lame paw(3,3) (3(3)not that the cases were either identical or the reverse(3,3) though he had hurt his hand too(3),3) to Ontario Terrace(3,3) as he very distinctly remembered|7, having been there, so to speak7|. On the other hand it was altogether |6far and away6| too late for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of the two alternatives|6. …6| 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 |6that6| he was a |v6shade bitºv6| 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(3,3) as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to putº coin in his way or some wardrobe, if found suitable. At all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the night |4with plus the use of4| a rug or (3to two3) and overcoat doubled into a pillow (3at. At3) least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast (3|5on a trivet5|.3) (3he He3) failed to perceiveº any very vast amount of harm in |6that6| 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 |7who appeared to be glued to the spot7|, 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 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 |5six chamber sixchamber5| revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical |6calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones6| and mauling their largesized charms between whilesº with rough and tumble gusto
to the accompaniment of |7large potations of potheenº and7| the usual blarney about himself for as to who he |6really in reality6| was let Xº equal my right name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks |8passim8|. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his repartee to the blood and ouns
champion about his (3god God3) 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(3. Your god, your God3) was a (3jew. Because |5Jew jew5|, because3) mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereaboutsº in the county Sligo.
— I propose, |5he our hero5| eventually suggested(3,3) after mature reflection(3,3) while prudently pocketing her photo, |7as it's rather stuffy here,7| you just come home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the vicinity. You can't drink that stuff. Wait.º I'll just pay this lot.
All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his ((3B's Bloom's3)) |6busy6| brain(3, education. Education3) (the genuine article), literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date billing, hydros and concert tours in English watering resorts packed with theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature |6and a quantity of other things6|, no necessity(3,3) of course(3,3) to tell the world and his wife from the housetops about it,º and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted.º Because he more than suspected he had his father's voice |7to bank his hopes on which |aita| was quite on the cards he hadº7| so it would be just as well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in |6that the6| direction |6of that particular red herring6| just to|6. …6|
The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy, earlº Cadogan, had presided at the |8cabdriver's cabdrivers'8| association dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner |8who appeared to have some spark of vitality left8| read out that (3sir Sir3) Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge |4or words to that effect4|. To which |4absorbingº piece of intelligence4| echo answered why.
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.
— Why, answered the seafarer |5with the tartan beard5|, |6who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way,6| staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking.º The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose (3was she is She3).
(3Hereupon Thereupon3) he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what(3,3) |6found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger |7have having7| made |7a |8two a8|7| hundred and something |8second wicket8| not out |7for Notts7|,6| during which time |8(completely regardless of Ire)8| the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him(3,3) as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were |5sufficiently5| awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions, |5that is to say,5| either simply looking on |5glumly5| or passing a trivial remark.
|5To cut a long story short5| Bloom|7, grasping the situation,7| was the first to rise from his seatº |5so as not to outstay their welcome5| having first and foremost|7, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for the occasion,7| taken the wise precaution to |7unobtrusively7| motion to mine host(3,3) |6as a parting shot6| a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were not looking|6,6| to the effect that the amount due |6as was6| forthcoming, making a grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans),º he having previously |7seen spotted7| on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read oppositeº him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d,º confectionery (3do, |8do. d°,8|3) and honestly |4well4| worth |4twice4| the money |8once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark8|.
— Come, he counselled(3,3) to close the séance.
the ruse worked
and the coast was
they left the shelter or shanty together and the
oilskin3) and company
|8whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente8|. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment|6, …6| the door|8. to …8|
— One thing
to be original on the
spur of the
why6| they put
tables3) upside down
at night|7, I mean chairs
on the tables in cafés.
— To sweep the floor in the morning.
So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, franklyº at the same time apologeticº to get on his companion's right, a habit of his, by the |6bye (errbye, by,ºerr) |athe hisºa| right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles6|. 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 |6then you'll feel a different man6|. It's not far. Lean on me.
|5⇒5| Anyhow(3,3) they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier(3,3) etcº where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumleyº, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as |4they say the adage has it|a, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures newa|4|. And |8apropos apropos8| of coffin of stones(3,3) the analogy was not |8at all8| bad(3,3) 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.
passed3) on to
chatting about music, a form of art for which
Bloom|4, as a pure
possessed the greatest love, as they made tracks
Wagnerian music, though
grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom |6and hard
to follow at the first go-off6| but the music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the Cross(3,3) and Mozart's Twelfth Massº |6he simply revelled in6|, the Gloria in that being(3,3) to his mind(3,3) the acme of |4musical expression first class music|5|6,6| as such|7, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat7|5|4|. |8He 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.8| He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in which his wife(3,3) Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable sensation, he might |8even safely8| say,º |6greatly adding to her other laurels and6| putting the others totally in the
shade,º in the jesuit fathers' church in upperº Gardiner streetº, the sacred edifice being thronged |5to the doors5| to hear her with virtuosos, or |8virtuosi virtuosi8| rather. There was the unanimous opinion that there was none to come up to her(3|6,6|3) and|6,6| suffice it to say in a place of worship for music of a sacred character(3,3) there was a generally voiced desire for an encore. On the whole(3,3) though favouring preferably light opera of the Don Giovanni description(3,3) and Martha,º a gem in its line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And talking of that, taking it for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned |5par excellence5| Lionel's air in Martha, M'appari,º which, curiously enough, he heard(3,3) 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|8,8| |5which made all the others take a back seat5|. Stephen, in reply to a politely put query, said he didn'tº but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter (3lane Lane3) near Gerard the herbalist, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom (3B. Bloom3) did not quite recall(3,3) though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits|6,6| and Byrd (William)(3,3) who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen's (3chapel Chapel3) or anywhere else he found
them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs|6,6| and John Bull.
On the roadway which they were approaching |4whilst still speaking4| beyond the swingchainsº a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire up|6,6| 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(3,3) the political celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a striking coincidence.
They thereupon stopped.
Bloom looked at
head of a horse not worth
guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite
so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even
it was a fourwalker, a hipshaker,
a taildangler, a
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(3,3) he was sorry he hadn't a lump of sugar but, as he wisely reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolishº noodly kind of a horse, without a |6second6| 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|6,6| 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(3. Whale; whale3) with a harpoon hairpin, alligator(3,3) tickle the small of his back and he sees the joke(3,;3) chalk a circle for a rooster(3,;3) tiger, my eagle eye. These timely reflections anent the brutes |8of the field8| occupied his mind(3,3) somewhat distracted from Stephen's words(3,3) while the ship of the street was manoeuvringº and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old|6. …6|
was I saying …? What's this I was
yes!6| My wife, he
|8plunging in medias res,8| would |5be very much interested to make have the greatest of pleasure in making5| your acquaintance|5,5| 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 blackguard type they |4unquestionably4| had an (3insatiable indubitable3) hankering after as he was perhaps not that way built.
Still, supposing he had his father's gift(3,3) as he more than suspected, it opened up new vistas in his mind(3,3) such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries(3,3) concert on the preceding Monday(3,3) and aristocracy in general.
Exquisite variations he was now describing on anº air Youth here has (3end End3) by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeepº about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men|4., which boggled Bloom a bit:4|
Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
Tun die Poeten dichten.
These opening bars he sang and translated |6extempore6|. Bloom, nodding, said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means(3,3) which he did.
voice like that,
the rarest of
boons, which Bloom appreciated at the
first note he got out, could
handled |5by some recognised authority on voice production such as Barraclough and being able to read music into the bargain5|,4| command its own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for its fortunate possessor in the near future an |~4entrée entréeº~|4| into fashionable houses in the best residential (3quarters, |4squares quarters4|3) of financial magnates in a large way of business and titled people where(3,3) with his university degree of B.A. |6(a huge ad in its way)6| and gentlemanly bearing (3|5to all the more influence the good impression5|,º3) he would infallibly score a distinct success|5, being blessed with brains |8which also could be utilised for the purpose8| and other requisites,5| if his clothes were properly attended to|s8,s8| so as to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a youthful tyro in society's |5sartorial5| niceties, hardly understood how a little thing
like that could militate against you. |6It was in fact only a matter of months and6| |6He he6| could easily foresee him |8at participating in8| their musical and artistic |6conversaziones conversaziones6| |5during the festivities of the Christmas season, |alet us say for choicea|,5| causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes of the fair sex and being made a lot of by ladies out for sensation(3,3) cases of which, as he happened to know, were on record|6. —º in fact, without giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared to, could easily have …6| Added to which(3,º3) of course(3,3) would be the pecuniaryº emolument |4by no means to be sneezed at|6, going hand in hand with his tuition fees6|4|. 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 (3time. But time|6,6| but3) a step in the required direction it was(3,3) beyond yea or nay(3,3) 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(3,3) as it would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos |8foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne8|. Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt(3,3) he could, with all the cards in his hand,º |5|6and6| he had a capital opening to5| make a name for himself and win a high place in the city's esteem |6where he could command a stiff figure6| and, booking ahead, give a grand concert |4in for the patrons of4| the King streetº house, given a backerupº, if one were (3forth coming forthcomingº3) |5to kick him upstairs, so to speak5|(err,err)º (3—3) a big if(3,3) however(3, —3) with some impetus of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped up a too much fêted prince of good (3fellows. And fellows|6,6| and3) it need not detract from the
other |6in the least by one iota6| as |5he could5|, being his own master, |5he would have heaps of time to5| practise literature in his spare moments when desirous of so doing |4without its clashing with his vocal career |6or containing anything derogatory whatsoeverº as it was a matter for himself alone6|4|. In fact, he had the ball at his feet |6and 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 all6|.
The horse was just then(3. And|6, …6| and3) later on(3,3) at a propitious opportunity he purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs |6on the |8fools step in where angels fools step in where angels8| principle6|,º advising him to sever his connection with a certain budding practitioner(3,3) who, he noticed, was prone to disparage(3,3) and even(3,3) to a slight extent(3,3) with some hilarious pretext(3,3) when not present, deprecate him, or whatever you like to call it(3|6;,6|3) which(3,3) in Bloom's humble opinion(3,3) threw a nasty sidelight on that side of a person's character(3, —3) no pun intended.
The horse(3,3) having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted(3,3) and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on the floor(3,3) which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Slowly(3,3) three times, one after another, from a full crupper(3,3) 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 |5contretemps contretemps5|, with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright(3,3) and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner streetº lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad(3.:3)
Und alle Schiffe brücken.
The driver never said a word (3but|6, good, bad or indifferent6|. He3) merely watched the two figures, |8as he sat on his lowbacked carº,8| both black(3, —3) one full, one lean(3, —3) walk towards the railway bridge|8, to be married by Father Maher8|. As they walked(3,3) they at times stopped and walked again(3,3) continuing their |~4tête à tête tête à têteº~|4| (which(3,3) of course(3,3) he was |8well utterly8| out of)(3,3) about sirens, enemies of man's reason, |8and mingled with8| a number of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind |8while the man in the sweeper car |aor you might as well call it in the sleeper cara| who in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seatº near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car8|.