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001:007,01[Z  ]| <7Et 7ignotas 7animum 7dimittit 7in 7artes.>
001:007,02[U  ]| <~~ Ovid, Metamorphoses, VIII, 188>
001:007,03[U  ]| <I>
001:007,04['  ]| Once upon$4$ a time and a very good time it was there was
001:007,05['  ]| a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow
001:007,06['  ]| that$6#1$ was coming down along the road met a nicens little
001:007,07['  ]| boy named baby tuckoo ~~
001:007,08['  ]| His father told him that$6#2$ story: his father looked at him
001:007,09['  ]| through a glass: he had a hairy face.
001:007,10['  ]| He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road
001:007,11['  ]| where Betty*Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.
001:007,12[Z  ]| \O, the wild rose blossoms\
001:007,13[Z  ]| \On$4$ the little green place\.
001:007,14['  ]| He sang that$6#2$ song. That$6#2$ was his song.
001:007,15[Z  ]| \O, the green wothe botheth\.
001:007,16['  ]| When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His
001:007,17['  ]| mother put on$5$ the oilsheet. That$6#2$ had the  queer smell.
001:007,18['  ]| His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on$4$
001:007,19['  ]| the piano the sailor's hornpipe for$4$ him to$9$ dance. He danced:
001:007,20[Z  ]| \Tralala lala\
001:007,21[Z  ]| \Tralala tralaladdy\
001:007,22[Z  ]| \Tralala lala\
001:007,23[Z  ]| \Tralala lala\.
001:007,24['  ]| Uncle*Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his
001:007,25['  ]| father and mother but uncle*Charles was older than Dante.
001:007,26['  ]| Dante had two brushes in$4$ her press. The brush with the
001:007,27['  ]| maroon velvet back was for$4$ Michael*Davitt and the brush with
001:007,28['  ]| the green velvet back was for$4$ Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou
001:007,29['  ]| every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.
001:008,01['  ]| The Vances lived in$4$ number seven. They had a different
001:008,02['  ]| father and mother. They were Eileen's father and mother.
001:008,03['  ]| When they were grown up$5$ he was going to$9$ marry Eileen. He
001:008,04['  ]| hid under the table. His mother said:
001:008,05[C  ]| ~~ O, Stephen will$1$ apologise.
001:008,06['  ]| Dante said:
001:008,07[D  ]| ~~ O, if not, the eagles will$1$ come and pull out his eyes.
001:008,08[D  ]| \Pull out his eyes\,
001:008,09[D  ]| \Apologise\,
001:008,10[D  ]| \Apologise\,
001:008,11[D  ]| \Pull out his eyes\.
001:008,12[D  ]| \Apologise\,
001:008,13[D  ]| \Pull out his eyes\,
001:008,14[D  ]| \Pull out his eyes\,
001:008,15[D  ]| \Apologise\.
001:008,16['  ]| 
001:008,17['  ]| The wide playgrounds were swarming with boys. All were
001:008,18['  ]| shouting and the prefects urged them on$5$ with strong cries. The
001:008,19['  ]| evening air was pale and chilly and after every charge and
001:008,20['  ]| thud of the footballers the greasy leather orb flew like$4$ a heavy
001:008,21['  ]| bird through the grey light. He kept on$4$ the fringe of his line,
001:008,22['  ]| out of sight of his prefect, out of the reach of the rude feet,
001:008,23['  ]| feigning to$9$ run now and then. He felt his body small and weak
001:008,24['  ]| amid the throng of players and his eyes were weak and watery.
001:008,25['  ]| Rody*Kickham was not like$4$ that$6#2$: he would be captain of the
001:008,26['  ]| third line all the fellows said.
001:008,27['  ]| Rody*Kickham was a decent fellow but Nasty*Roche was a
001:008,28['  ]| stink. Rody*Kickham had greaves in$4$ his number and a hamper
001:008,29['  ]| in$4$ the refectory. Nasty*Roche had big hands. He called the
001:008,30['  ]| Friday pudding dog-in-the-blanket. And one day he had
001:008,31['  ]| asked:
001:008,32[V  ]| ~~ What is your name?
001:008,33['  ]| Stephen had answered:
001:008,34[B  ]| ~~ Stephen*Dedalus.
001:009,01['  ]| Then Nasty*Roche had said:
001:009,02[V  ]| ~~ What kind of a name is that$6#2$?
001:009,03['  ]| And when Stephen had not been able to$9$ answer Nasty*Roche
001:009,04['  ]| had asked:
001:009,05[V  ]| ~~ What is your father?
001:009,06['  ]| Stephen had answered:
001:009,07[B  ]| ~~ A gentleman.
001:009,08['  ]| Then Nasty*Roche had asked:
001:009,09[V  ]| ~~ Is he a magistrate?
001:009,10['  ]| He crept about from point to$9$ point on$4$ the fringe of his line,
001:009,11['  ]| making little runs now and then. But his hands were bluish
001:009,12['  ]| with cold. He kept his hands in$4$ the sidepockets of his belted
001:009,13['  ]| grey suit. That$6#2$ was a belt round his pocket. And belt was also
001:009,14['  ]| to$9$ give a fellow a belt. One day a fellow had said to$4$ Cantwell:
001:009,15[V  ]| ~~ I would give you such a belt in$4$ a second.
001:009,16['  ]| Cantwell had answered:
001:009,17[V  ]| ~~ Go and fight your match. Give Cecil*Thunder a belt. I would
001:009,18[V  ]| like$1$ to$9$ see you. He would give you a toe in$4$ the rump for$4$ yourself.
001:009,19['  ]| That$6#2$  was not a nice expression. His mother had told him
001:009,20['  ]| not to$9$ speak with the rough boys in$4$ the college. Nice mother!
001:009,21['  ]| The first day in$4$ the hall of the castle when she had said goodbye
001:009,22['  ]| she had put up$5$ her veil double to$4$ her nose to$9$ kiss him:
001:009,23['  ]| and her nose and eyes were red. But he had pretended not to$9$
001:009,24['  ]| see that$3$ she was going to$9$ cry. She was a nice mother but she
001:009,25['  ]| was not so$5#1$ nice when she cried. And his father had given him
001:009,26['  ]| two fiveshilling pieces for$4$ pocket money. And his father had
001:009,27['  ]| told him if he wanted anything to$9$ write home to$4$ him and,
001:009,28['  ]| whatever he did, never to$9$ peach on$4$ a fellow. Then at the door
001:009,29['  ]| of the castle the rector had shaken hands with his father and
001:009,30['  ]| mother, his soutane fluttering in$4$ the breeze, and the car had
001:009,31['  ]| driven off with his father and mother on$4$ it. They had cried to$4$
001:009,32['  ]| him from the car, waving their hands:
001:009,33[Y  ]| ~~ Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!
001:009,34[Y  ]| ~~ Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!
001:009,35['  ]| He was caught in$4$ the whirl of a scrimmage and, fearful of
001:009,36['  ]| the flashing eyes and muddy boots, bent down to$9$ look through
001:010,01['  ]| the legs. The fellows were struggling and groaning and their
001:010,02['  ]| legs were rubbing and kicking and stamping. Then Jack*Lawton's
001:010,03['  ]| yellow boots dodged out the ball and all the other boots
001:010,04['  ]| and legs ran after. He ran after them a little way and then
001:010,05['  ]| stopped. It was useless to$9$ run on$5$. Soon they would be going
001:010,06['  ]| home for$4$ the holidays. After supper in$4$ the studyhall he would
001:010,07['  ]| change the number pasted up$5$ inside his desk from seventyseven
001:010,08['  ]| to$4$ seventysix.
001:010,09['  ]| It would be better to$9$ be in$4$ the studyhall than out there in$4$
001:010,10['  ]| the cold. The sky was pale and cold but there were lights in$4$
001:010,11['  ]| the castle. He wondered from which$6#1$ window Hamilton*Rowan
001:010,12['  ]| had thrown his hat on$4$ the haha and had there been flowerbeds
001:010,13['  ]| at that$6#2$ time under the windows. One day when he had been
001:010,14['  ]| called to$4$ the castle the butler had shown him the marks of the
001:010,15['  ]| soldiers' slugs in$4$ the wood of the door and had given him a
001:010,16['  ]| piece of shortbread that$6#1$ the community ate. It was nice and
001:010,17['  ]| warm to$9$ see the lights in$4$ the castle. It was like$4$ something in$4$ a
001:010,18['  ]| book. Perhaps Leicester*Abbey was like$4$ that$6#2$. And there were
001:010,19['  ]| nice sentences in$4$ Doctor*Cornwell's Spelling Book. They were
001:010,20['  ]| like$4$ poetry but they were only sentences to$9$ learn the spelling
001:010,21['  ]| from.
001:010,22[Z  ]| \Wolsey died in$4$ Leicester*Abbey\
001:010,23[Z  ]| \Where the abbots buried him\.
001:010,24[Z  ]| \Canker is a disease of plants\,
001:010,25[Z  ]| \Cancer one of animals\.
001:010,26['  ]| It would be nice to$9$ lie on$4$ the hearthrug before the fire,
001:010,27['  ]| leaning his head upon$4$ his hands, and think on$4$ those sentences.
001:010,28['  ]| He shivered as if he had cold slimy water next his skin. That$6#2$
001:010,29['  ]| was mean of Wells to$9$ shoulder him into the square ditch
001:010,30['  ]| because he would not swop his little snuffbox for$4$ Wells's
001:010,31['  ]| seasoned hacking chestnut, the conqueror of forty. How cold
001:010,32['  ]| and slimy the water had been! A fellow had once seen a big rat
001:010,33['  ]| jump into the scum. Mother was sitting at the fire with Dante
001:010,34['  ]| waiting for$4$ Brigid to$9$ bring in$4$ the tea. She had her feet on$4$ the
001:010,35['  ]| fender and her jewelly slippers were so$5#1$ hot and they had such
001:010,36['  ]| a lovely warm smell! Dante knew a lot of things. She had
001:011,01['  ]| taught him where the Mozambique*Channel was and what was
001:011,02['  ]| the longest river in$4$ America and what was the name of the
001:011,03['  ]| highest mountain in$4$ the moon. Father*Arnall knew more than
001:011,04['  ]| Dante because he was a priest but both his father and uncle*Charles
001:011,05['  ]| said that$3$ Dante was a clever woman and a wellread
001:011,06['  ]| woman. And when Dante made that$6#2$ noise after dinner and
001:011,07['  ]| then put up$5$ her hand to$4$ her mouth: that$6#2$ was heartburn.
001:011,08['  ]| A voice cried far out on$4$ the playground:
001:011,09[X  ]| ~~ All in$5$!
001:011,10['  ]| Then other voices cried from the lower and third lines:
001:011,11[X  ]| ~~ All in$5$! All in$5$!
001:011,12['  ]| The players closed around, flushed and muddy, and he went
001:011,13['  ]| among them, glad to$9$ go in$5$. Rody*Kickham held the ball by$4$ its
001:011,14['  ]| greasy lace. A fellow asked him to$9$ give it one last: but he
001:011,15['  ]| walked on$5$ without even answering the fellow. Simon*Moonan
001:011,16['  ]| told him not to$9$ because the prefect was looking. The fellow
001:011,17['  ]| turned to$4$ Simon*Moonan and said:
001:011,18[V  ]| ~~ We all know why you speak. You are McGlade's suck.
001:011,19['  ]| Suck was a queer word. The fellow called Simon*Moonan
001:011,20['  ]| that$6#2$ name because Simon*Moonan used to$9$ tie the prefect's
001:011,21['  ]| false sleeves behind his back and the prefect used to$9$ let on$5$ to$9$
001:011,22['  ]| be angry. But the sound was ugly. Once he had washed his
001:011,23['  ]| hands in$4$ the lavatory of the Wicklow*Hotel and his father
001:011,24['  ]| pulled the stopper up$5$ by$4$ the chain after and the dirty water
001:011,25['  ]| went down through the hole in$4$ the basin. And when it had all
001:011,26['  ]| gone down slowly the hole in$4$ the basin had made a sound like$4$
001:011,27['  ]| that$6#2$: suck. Only louder.
001:011,28['  ]| To$9$ remember that$6#2$ and the white look of the lavatory made
001:011,29['  ]| him feel cold and then hot. There were two cocks that$6#1$ you
001:011,30['  ]| turned and water came out: cold and hot. He felt cold and
001:011,31['  ]| then a little hot: and he could see the names printed on$4$ the
001:011,32['  ]| cocks. That$6#2$ was a very queer thing.
001:011,33['  ]| And the air in$4$ the corridor chilled him too. It was queer and
001:011,34['  ]| wettish. But soon the gas would be lit and in$4$ burning it made a
001:011,35['  ]| light noise like$4$ a little song. Always the same: and when the
001:011,36['  ]| fellows stopped talking in$4$ the playroom you could hear it.
001:012,01['  ]| It was the hour for$4$ sums. Father*Arnall wrote a hard sum
001:012,02['  ]| on$4$ the board and then said:
001:012,03[J  ]| ~~ Now then, who$6#2$ will$1$ win? Go ahead, York! Go ahead,
001:012,04[J  ]| Lancaster!
001:012,05['  ]| Stephen tried his best but the sum was too hard and he felt
001:012,06['  ]| confused. The little silk badge with the white rose on$4$ it that$6#1$
001:012,07['  ]| was pinned on$4$ the breast of his jacket began to$9$ flutter. He was
001:012,08['  ]| no$2$ good at sums but he tried his best so$3$ that$3$ York might not
001:012,09['  ]| lose. Father*Arnall's face looked very black but he was not in$4$
001:012,10['  ]| a wax: he was laughing. Then Jack*Lawton cracked his fingers
001:012,11['  ]| and Father*Arnall looked at his copybook and said:
001:012,12[J  ]| ~~ Right. Bravo Lancaster! The red rose wins. Come on$5$
001:012,13[J  ]| now, York! Forge ahead!
001:012,14['  ]| Jack*Lawton looked over from his side. The little silk badge
001:012,15['  ]| with the red rose on$4$ it looked very rich because he had a blue
001:012,16['  ]| sailor top on$5$.  Stephen felt his own face red too, thinking of all
001:012,17['  ]| the bets about who$6#1$ would get first place in$4$ elements, Jack*Lawton
001:012,18['  ]| or he. Some weeks Jack*Lawton got the card for$4$ first
001:012,19['  ]| and some weeks he got the card for$4$ first. His white silk badge
001:012,20['  ]| fluttered and fluttered as he worked at the next sum and heard
001:012,21['  ]| Father*Arnall's voice. Then all his eagerness passed away and
001:012,22['  ]| he felt his face quite cool. He thought his face must be white
001:012,23['  ]| because it felt so$5#1$ cool. He could not get out the answer for$4$ the
001:012,24['  ]| sum but it did not matter. White roses and red roses: those
001:012,25['  ]| were beautiful colours to$9$ think of. And the cards for$4$ first place
001:012,26['  ]| and second place and third place were beautiful colours too:
001:012,27['  ]| pink and cream and lavender. Lavender and cream and pink
001:012,28['  ]| roses were beautiful to$9$ think of. Perhaps a wild rose might be
001:012,29['  ]| like$4$ those colours and he remembered the song about the wild
001:012,30['  ]| rose blossoms on$4$ the little green place. But you could not have
001:012,31['  ]| a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in$4$ the world you could.
001:012,32['  ]| The bell rang and then the classes began to$9$ file out of the
001:012,33['  ]| rooms and along the corridors towards the refectory. He sat
001:012,34['  ]| looking at the two prints of butter on$4$ his plate but could not
001:012,35['  ]| eat the damp bread. The tablecloth was damp and limp. But
001:012,36['  ]| he drank off the hot weak tea which$6#1$ the clumsy scullion, girt
001:013,01['  ]| with a white apron, poured into his cup. He wondered
001:013,02['  ]| whether the scullion's apron was damp too or whether all
001:013,03['  ]| white things were cold and damp. Nasty*Roche and Saurin
001:013,04['  ]| drank cocoa that$6#1$ their people sent them in$4$ tins. They said they
001:013,05['  ]| could not drink the tea; that$3$ it was hogwash. Their fathers
001:013,06['  ]| were magistrates, the fellows said.
001:013,07['  ]| All the boys seemed to$4$ him very strange. They had all
001:013,08['  ]| fathers and mothers and different clothes and voices. He
001:013,09['  ]| longed to$9$ be at home and lay his head on$4$ his mother's lap. But
001:013,10['  ]| he could not: and so$5#2$ he longed for$4$ the play and study and
001:013,11['  ]| prayers to$9$ be over and to$9$ be in$4$ bed.
001:013,12['  ]| He drank another cup of hot tea and Fleming said:
001:013,13[K  ]| ~~ What is up$5$? Have you a pain or what is up$5$ with you?
001:013,14[B  ]| ~~ I do not know, 
001:013,14['  ]| Stephen said.
001:013,15[K  ]| ~~ Sick in$4$ your breadbasket, 
001:013,15['  ]| Fleming said, 
001:013,15[K  ]| because your
001:013,16[K  ]| face looks white. It will$1$ go away.
001:013,17[B  ]| ~~ O yes, 
001:013,17['  ]| Stephen said.
001:013,18['  ]| But he was not sick there. He thought that$3$ he was sick in$4$
001:013,19['  ]| his heart if you could be sick in$4$ that$6#2$ place. Fleming was very
001:013,20['  ]| decent to$9$ ask him. He wanted to$9$ cry. He leaned his elbows on$4$
001:013,21['  ]| the table and shut and opened the flaps of his ears. Then he
001:013,22['  ]| heard the noise of the refectory every time he opened the flaps
001:013,23['  ]| of his ears. It made a roar like$4$ a train at night. And when he
001:013,24['  ]| closed the flaps the roar was shut off like$4$ a train going into a
001:013,25['  ]| tunnel. That$6#2$ night at Dalkey the train had roared like$4$ that$6#2$ and
001:013,26['  ]| then, when it went into the tunnel, the roar stopped. He closed
001:013,27['  ]| his eyes and the train went on$5$, roaring  and then stopping;
001:013,28['  ]| roaring again, stopping. It was nice to$9$ hear it roar and stop
001:013,29['  ]| and then roar out of the tunnel again and then stop.
001:013,30['  ]| Then the higher line fellows began to$9$ come down along the
001:013,31['  ]| matting in$4$ the middle of the refectory, Paddy*Rath and Jimmy*Magee
001:013,32['  ]| and the Spaniard who$6#1$ was allowed to$9$ smoke cigars and
001:013,33['  ]| the little Portuguese who$6#1$ wore the woolly cap. And then the
001:013,34['  ]| lower line tables and the tables of the third line. And every
001:013,35['  ]| single fellow had a different way of walking.
001:013,36['  ]| He sat in$4$ a corner of the playroom pretending to$9$ watch a
001:014,01['  ]| game of dominos and once or twice he was able to$9$ hear for$4$ an
001:014,02['  ]| instant the little song of the gas. The prefect was at the door
001:014,03['  ]| with some boys and Simon*Moonan was knotting his false
001:014,04['  ]| sleeves. He was telling them something about Tullabeg.
001:014,05['  ]| Then he went away from the door and Wells came over to$4$
001:014,06['  ]| Stephen and said:
001:014,07[L  ]| ~~ Tell us, Dedalus, do you kiss your mother before you go
001:014,08[L  ]| to$4$ bed?
001:014,09['  ]| Stephen answered:
001:014,10[B  ]| ~~ I do.
001:014,11['  ]| Wells turned to$4$ the other fellows and said:
001:014,12[L  ]| ~~ O, I say, here is a fellow says he kisses his mother every
001:014,13[L  ]| night before he goes to$4$ bed.
001:014,14['  ]| The other fellows stopped their game and turned round,
001:014,15['  ]| laughing. Stephen blushed under their eyes and said:
001:014,16[B  ]| ~~ I do not.
001:014,17['  ]| Wells said:
001:014,18[L  ]| ~~ O, I say, here is a fellow says he does not kiss his mother
001:014,19[L  ]| before he goes to$4$ bed.
001:014,20['  ]| They all laughed again. Stephen tried to$9$ laugh with them.
001:014,21['  ]| He felt his whole body hot and confused in$4$ a moment. What
001:014,22['  ]| was the right answer to$4$ the question? He had given two and
001:014,23['  ]| still Wells laughed. But Wells must know the right answer for$3$
001:014,24['  ]| he was in$4$ third of grammar. He tried to$9$ think of Wells's
001:014,25['  ]| mother but he did not dare to$9$ raise his eyes to$4$ Wells's face. He
001:014,26['  ]| did not like$1$ Wells's face. It was Wells who$6#1$ had shouldered him
001:014,27['  ]| into the square ditch the day before because he would not
001:014,28['  ]| swop his little snuffbox for$4$ Wells's seasoned hacking chestnut,
001:014,29['  ]| the conqueror of forty. It was a mean thing to$9$ do; all the
001:014,30['  ]| fellows said it was. And how cold and slimy the water had
001:014,31['  ]| been! And a fellow had once seen a big rat jump plop into the
001:014,32['  ]| scum.
001:014,33['  ]| The cold slime of the ditch covered his whole body; and,
001:014,34['  ]| when the bell rang for$4$ study and the lines filed out of the
001:014,35['  ]| playrooms, he felt the cold air of the corridor and staircase
001:014,36['  ]| inside his clothes. He still tried to$9$ think what was the right
001:014,37['  ]| answer. Was it right to$9$ kiss his mother or wrong to$9$ kiss his
001:015,01['  ]| mother? What did that$6#2$ mean, to$9$ kiss? You put your face up$5$
001:015,02['  ]| like$4$ that$6#2$ to$9$ say goodnight and then his mother put her face
001:015,03['  ]| down. That$6#2$ was to$9$ kiss. His mother put her lips on$4$ his cheek;
001:015,04['  ]| her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a
001:015,05['  ]| tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that$6#2$ with their two
001:015,06['  ]| faces?
001:015,07['  ]| Sitting in$4$ the studyhall he opened the lid of his desk and
001:015,08['  ]| changed the number pasted up$5$ inside from seventyseven to$4$
001:015,09['  ]| seventysix. But the Christmas vacation was very far away: but
001:015,10['  ]| one time it would come because the earth moved round always.
001:015,11['  ]| There was a picture of the earth on$4$ the first page of his
001:015,12['  ]| geography: a big ball in$4$ the middle of clouds. Fleming had a
001:015,13['  ]| box of crayons and one night during free study he had coloured
001:015,14['  ]| the earth green and the clouds maroon. That$6#2$ was like$4$
001:015,15['  ]| the two brushes in$4$ Dante's press, the brush with the green
001:015,16['  ]| velvet back for$4$ Parnell and the brush with the maroon velvet
001:015,17['  ]| back for$4$ Michael*Davitt. But he had not told Fleming to$9$
001:015,18['  ]| colour them those colours. Fleming had done it himself.
001:015,19['  ]| He opened the geography to$9$ study the lesson; but he could
001:015,20['  ]| not learn the names of places in$4$ America. Still they were all
001:015,21['  ]| different places that$6#1$ had those different names. They were all
001:015,22['  ]| in$4$ different countries and the countries were in$4$ continents and
001:015,23['  ]| the continents were in$4$ the world and the world was in$4$ the
001:015,24['  ]| universe.
001:015,25['  ]| He turned to$4$ the flyleaf of the geography and read what he
001:015,26['  ]| had written there: himself, his name and where he was.
001:015,27[Z  ]| \Stephen*Dedalus\
001:015,28[Z  ]| \Class of Elements\
001:015,29[Z  ]| \Clongowes*Wood*College\
001:015,30[Z  ]| \Sallins\
001:015,31[Z  ]| \County*Kildare\
001:015,32[Z  ]| \Ireland\
001:015,33[Z  ]| \Europe\
001:015,34[Z  ]| \The World\
001:015,35[Z  ]| \The Universe\
001:016,01['  ]| That$6#2$ was in$4$ his writing: and Fleming one night for$4$ a cod
001:016,02['  ]| had written on$4$ the opposite page:
001:016,03[Z  ]| \Stephen*Dedalus is my name\,
001:016,04[Z  ]| \Ireland is my nation\.
001:016,05[Z  ]| \Clongowes is my dwellingplace\
001:016,06[Z  ]| \And heaven my expectation\.
001:016,07['  ]| He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry.
001:016,08['  ]| Then he read the flyleaf from the bottom to$4$ the top till he
001:016,09['  ]| came to$4$ his own name. That$6#2$ was he: and he read down the
001:016,10['  ]| page again. What was after the universe? Nothing. But was
001:016,11['  ]| there anything round the universe to$9$ show where it stopped
001:016,12['  ]| before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall but
001:016,13['  ]| there could be a thin thin line there all round everything. It
001:016,14['  ]| was very big to$9$ think about everything and everywhere. Only
001:016,15['  ]| God could do that$6#2$. He tried to$9$ think what a big thought that$6#2$
001:016,16['  ]| must be but he could think only of God. God was God's name
001:016,17['  ]| just as his name was Stephen. \9Dieu\ was the French for$4$ God
001:016,18['  ]| and that$6#2$ was God's name too; and when anyone prayed to$4$
001:016,19['  ]| God and said \9Dieu\ then God knew at once that$3$ it was a
001:016,20['  ]| French person that$6#1$ was praying. But though there were
001:016,21['  ]| different names for$4$ God in$4$ all the different languages in$4$ the
001:016,22['  ]| world and God understood what all the people who$6#1$ prayed
001:016,23['  ]| said in$4$ their different languages still God remained always the
001:016,24['  ]| same God and God's real name was God.
001:016,25['  ]| It made him very tired to$9$ think that$6#2$ way. It made him feel
001:016,26['  ]| his head very big. He turned over the flyleaf and looked
001:016,27['  ]| wearily at the green round earth in$4$ the middle of the maroon
001:016,28['  ]| clouds. He wondered which$6#1$ was right, to$9$ be for$4$ the green or
001:016,29['  ]| for$4$ the maroon, because Dante had ripped the green velvet
001:016,30['  ]| back off the brush that$6#1$ was for$4$ Parnell one day with her scissors
001:016,31['  ]| and had told him that$3$ Parnell was a bad man. He wondered
001:016,32['  ]| if they were arguing at home about that$6#2$. That$6#2$ was called
001:016,33['  ]| politics. There were two sides in$4$ it: Dante was on$4$ one side and
001:016,34['  ]| his father and Mr*Casey were on$4$ the other side but his mother
001:016,35['  ]| and uncle*Charles were on$4$ no$2$ side. Every day there was
001:016,36['  ]| something in$4$ the paper about it.
001:017,01['  ]| It pained him that$3$ he did not know well what politics meant
001:017,02['  ]| and that$3$ he did not know where the universe ended. He felt
001:017,03['  ]| small and weak. When would he be like$4$ the fellows in$4$ poetry
001:017,04['  ]| and rhetoric? They had big voices and big boots and they
001:017,05['  ]| studied trigonometry. That$6#2$ was very far away. First came the
001:017,06['  ]| vacation and then the next term and then vacation again and
001:017,07['  ]| then again another term and then again the vacation. It was
001:017,08['  ]| like$4$ a train going in$5$ and out of tunnels and that$6#2$ was like$4$ the
001:017,09['  ]| noise of the boys eating in$4$ the refectory when you opened and
001:017,10['  ]| closed the flaps of the ears. Term, vacation; tunnel, out; noise,
001:017,11['  ]| stop. How far away it was! It was better to$9$ go to$4$ bed to$9$ sleep.
001:017,12['  ]| Only prayers in$4$ the chapel and then bed. He shivered and
001:017,13['  ]| yawned. It would be lovely in$4$ bed after the sheets got a bit
001:017,14['  ]| hot. First they were so$5#1$ cold to$9$ get into. He shivered to$9$ think
001:017,15['  ]| how cold they were first. But then they got hot and then he
001:017,16['  ]| could sleep. It was lovely to$9$ be tired. He yawned again. Night
001:017,17['  ]| prayers and then bed: he shivered and wanted to$9$ yawn. It
001:017,18['  ]| would be lovely in$4$ a few minutes. He felt a warm glow creeping
001:017,19['  ]| up$5$ from the cold shivering sheets, warmer and warmer till
001:017,20['  ]| he felt warm all over, ever so$5#1$ warm; ever so$5#1$ warm and yet he
001:017,21['  ]| shivered a little and still wanted to$9$ yawn.
001:017,22['  ]| The bell rang for$4$ night prayers and he filed out of the studyhall
001:017,23['  ]| after the others and down the staircase and along the
001:017,24['  ]| corridors to$4$ the chapel. The corridors were darkly lit and the
001:017,25['  ]| chapel was darkly lit. Soon all would be dark and sleeping.
001:017,26['  ]| There was cold night air in$4$ the chapel and the marbles were
001:017,27['  ]| the colour the sea was at night. The sea was cold day and
001:017,28['  ]| night: but it was colder at night. It was cold and dark under
001:017,29['  ]| the seawall beside his father's house. But the kettle would be
001:017,30['  ]| on$4$ the hob to$9$ make punch.
001:017,31['  ]| The prefect of the chapel prayed above his head and his
001:017,32['  ]| memory knew the responses:
001:017,33[Z  ]| \O Lord, open our lips\
001:017,34[Z  ]| \And our mouth shall announce Thy praise\.
001:017,35[Z  ]| \Incline unto our aid, O God\!
001:017,36[Z  ]| \O Lord, make haste to$9$ help us\!
001:018,01['  ]| There was a cold night smell in$4$ the chapel. But it was a holy
001:018,02['  ]| smell. It was not like$4$ the smell of the old peasants who$6#1$ knelt at
001:018,03['  ]| the back of the chapel at Sunday mass. That$6#2$ was a smell of air
001:018,04['  ]| and rain and turf and corduroy. But they were very holy
001:018,05['  ]| peasants. They breathed behind him on$4$ his neck and sighed as
001:018,06['  ]| they prayed. They lived in$4$ Clane, a fellow said: there were
001:018,07['  ]| little cottages there and he had seen a woman standing at the
001:018,08['  ]| halfdoor of a cottage with a child in$4$ her arms, as the cars had
001:018,09['  ]| come past from Sallins. It would be lovely to$9$ sleep for$4$ one
001:018,10['  ]| night in$4$ that$6#2$ cottage before the fire of smoking turf, in$4$ the
001:018,11['  ]| dark lit by$4$ the fire, in$4$ the warm dark, breathing the smell of
001:018,12['  ]| the peasants, air and rain and turf and corduroy. But, O, the
001:018,13['  ]| road there between the trees was dark! You would be lost in$4$
001:018,14['  ]| the dark. It made him afraid to$9$ think of how it was.
001:018,15['  ]| He heard the voice of the prefect of the chapel saying the
001:018,16['  ]| last prayer. He prayed it too against the dark outside under
001:018,17['  ]| the trees.
001:018,18[Z  ]| \Visit, we beseech Thee, O Lord, this habitation and\
001:018,19[Z  ]| \drive away from it all the snares of the enemy. May\
001:018,20[Z  ]| \Thy holy angels dwell herein to$9$ preserve us in$4$ peace\
001:018,21[Z  ]| \and may Thy blessing be always upon$4$ us through\
001:018,22[Z  ]| \Christ, Our Lord. Amen\.
001:018,23['  ]| His fingers trembled as he undressed himself in$4$ the dormitory.
001:018,24['  ]| He told his fingers to$9$ hurry up$5$. He had to$9$ undress and
001:018,25['  ]| then kneel and say his own prayers and be in$4$ bed before the
001:018,26['  ]| gas was lowered so$3$ that$3$ he might not go to$4$ hell when he died.
001:018,27['  ]| He rolled his stockings off and put on$5$ his nightshirt quickly
001:018,28['  ]| and knelt trembling at his bedside and repeated his prayers
001:018,29['  ]| quickly quickly, fearing that$3$ the gas would go down. He felt
001:018,30['  ]| his shoulders shaking as he murmured:
001:018,31[B  ]| \God bless my father and my mother and spare them to$4$\
001:018,32[B  ]| \me\!
001:018,33[B  ]| \God bless my little brothers and sisters and spare them\
001:018,34[B  ]| \to$4$ me\!
001:018,35[B  ]| \God bless Dante and uncle*Charles and spare them\
001:018,36[B  ]| \to$4$ me\!
001:019,01['  ]| He blessed himself and climbed quickly into bed and,
001:019,02['  ]| tucking the end of the nightshirt under his feet, curled himself
001:019,03['  ]| together under the cold white sheets, shaking and trembling.
001:019,04['  ]| But he would not go to$4$ hell when he died; and the shaking
001:019,05['  ]| would stop. A voice bade the boys in$4$ the dormitory goodnight.
001:019,06['  ]| He peered out for$4$ an instant over the coverlet and saw the
001:019,07['  ]| yellow curtains round and before his bed that$6#1$ shut him off on$4$
001:019,08['  ]| all sides. The light was lowered quietly.
001:019,09['  ]| The prefect's shoes went away. Where? Down the staircase
001:019,10['  ]| and along the corridors or to$4$ his room at the end? He saw the
001:019,11['  ]| dark. Was it true about the black dog that$6#1$ walked there at
001:019,12['  ]| night with eyes as big as carriagelamps? They said it was the
001:019,13['  ]| ghost of a murderer. A long shiver of fear flowed over his
001:019,14['  ]| body. He saw the dark entrance hall of the castle. Old servants
001:019,15['  ]| in$4$ old dress were in$4$ the ironingroom above the staircase. It
001:019,16['  ]| was long ago. The old servants were quiet. There was a fire
001:019,17['  ]| there but the hall was still dark. A figure came up$4$ the staircase
001:019,18['  ]| from the hall. He wore the white cloak of a marshal; his face
001:019,19['  ]| was pale and strange; he held his hand pressed to$4$ his side. He
001:019,20['  ]| looked out of strange eyes at the old servants. They looked at
001:019,21['  ]| him and saw their master's face and cloak and knew that$3$ he
001:019,22['  ]| had received his deathwound. But only the dark was where
001:019,23['  ]| they looked: only dark silent air. Their master had received
001:019,24['  ]| his deathwound on$4$ the battlefield of Prague far away over the
001:019,25['  ]| sea. He was standing on$4$ the field; his hand was pressed to$4$ his
001:019,26['  ]| side; his face was pale and strange and he wore the white
001:019,27['  ]| cloak of a marshal.
001:019,28['  ]| O how cold and strange it was to$9$ think of that$6#2$! All the dark
001:019,29['  ]| was cold and strange. There were pale strange faces there,
001:019,30['  ]| great eyes like$4$ carriagelamps. They were the ghosts of murderers,
001:019,31['  ]| the figures of marshals who$6#1$ had received their deathwound
001:019,32['  ]| on$4$ battlefields far away over the sea. What did they
001:019,33['  ]| wish to$9$ say that$3$ their faces were so$5#1$ strange?
001:019,34[Z  ]| \Visit, we beseech Thee, O Lord, this habitation and\
001:019,35[Z  ]| \drive away from it all\ ~~
001:020,01['  ]| Going home for$4$ the holidays! That$6#2$ would be lovely: the
001:020,02['  ]| fellows had told him. Getting up$5$ on$4$ the cars in$4$ the early wintry
001:020,03['  ]| morning outside the door of the castle. The cars were
001:020,04['  ]| rolling on$4$  the gravel. Cheers for$4$ the rector!
001:020,05[X  ]| Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
001:020,06['  ]| The cars drove past the chapel and all caps were raised.
001:020,07['  ]| They drove merrily along the country roads. The drivers
001:020,08['  ]| pointed with their whips to$4$ Bodenstown. The fellows cheered.
001:020,09['  ]| They passed the farmhouse of the Jolly*Farmer. Cheer after
001:020,10['  ]| cheer after cheer. Through Clane they drove, cheering and
001:020,11['  ]| cheered. The peasant women stood at the halfdoors, the men
001:020,12['  ]| stood here and there. The lovely smell there was in$4$ the wintry
001:020,13['  ]| air: the smell of Clane: rain and wintry air and turf smouldering
001:020,14['  ]| and corduroy.
001:020,15['  ]| The train was full of fellows: a long long chocolate train
001:020,16['  ]| with cream facings. The guards went to$8$ and fro opening,
001:020,17['  ]| closing, locking, unlocking the doors. They were men in$4$ dark
001:020,18['  ]| blue and silver; they had silvery whistles and their keys made
001:020,19['  ]| a quick music: click, click: click, click.
001:020,20['  ]| And the train raced on$5$ over the flat lands and past the Hill
001:020,21['  ]| of Allen. The telegraphpoles were passing, passing. The train
001:020,22['  ]| went on$5$ and on$5$. It knew. There were coloured lanterns in$4$ the
001:020,23['  ]| hall of his father's house and ropes of green branches. There
001:020,24['  ]| were holly and ivy round the pierglass and holly and ivy, green
001:020,25['  ]| and red, twined round the chandeliers. There were red holly
001:020,26['  ]| and green ivy round the old portraits on$4$ the walls. Holly and
001:020,27['  ]| ivy for$4$ him and for$4$ Christmas.
001:020,28['  ]| Lovely ~~
001:020,29['  ]| All the people. Welcome home, Stephen! Noises of welcome.
001:020,30['  ]| His mother kissed him. Was that$6#2$ right? His father was a
001:020,31['  ]| marshal now: higher than a magistrate. Welcome home,
001:020,32['  ]| Stephen!
001:020,33['  ]| Noises ~~
001:020,34['  ]| There was a noise of curtainrings running back along the
001:020,35['  ]| rods, of water being splashed in$4$ the basins. There was a noise
001:020,36['  ]| of rising and dressing and washing in$4$ the dormitory: a noise of
001:021,01['  ]| clapping of hands as the prefect went up$5$ and down telling the
001:021,02['  ]| fellows to$9$ look sharp. A pale sunlight showed the yellow
001:021,03['  ]| curtains drawn back, the tossed beds. His bed was very hot
001:021,04['  ]| and his face and body were very hot.
001:021,05['  ]| He got up$5$ and sat on$4$ the side of his bed. He was weak. He
001:021,06['  ]| tried to$9$ pull on$5$ his stocking. It had a horrid rough feel. The
001:021,07['  ]| sunlight was queer and cold.
001:021,08['  ]| Fleming said:
001:021,09[K  ]| ~~ Are you not well?
001:021,10['  ]| He did not know; and Fleming said:
001:021,11[K  ]| ~~ Get back into bed. I will$1$ tell McGlade you are not well.
001:021,12[V  ]| ~~ He is sick.
001:021,13[V  ]| ~~  Who$6#2$ is?
001:021,14[V  ]| ~~ Tell McGlade.
001:021,15[V  ]| ~~ Get back into bed.
001:021,16[V  ]| ~~ Is he sick?
001:021,17['  ]| A fellow held his arms while he loosened the stocking
001:021,18['  ]| clinging to$4$ his foot and climbed back into the hot bed.
001:021,19['  ]| He crouched down between the sheets, glad of their tepid
001:021,20['  ]| glow. He heard the fellows talk among themselves about him
001:021,21['  ]| as they dressed for$4$ mass. It was a mean thing to$9$ do, to$9$ shoulder
001:021,22['  ]| him into the square ditch, they were saying.
001:021,23['  ]| Then their voices ceased; they had gone. A voice at his bed
001:021,24['  ]| said:
001:021,25[L  ]| ~~ Dedalus, do not spy on$4$ us, sure you will$1$ not?
001:021,26['  ]| Wells's face was there. He looked at it and saw that$3$ Wells
001:021,27['  ]| was afraid.
001:021,28[L  ]| ~~ I did not mean to$9$. Sure you will$1$ not?
001:021,29['  ]| His father had told him, whatever he did, never to$9$ peach on$4$
001:021,30['  ]| a fellow. He shook his head and answered no$7$ and felt glad.
001:021,31['  ]| Wells said:
001:021,32[L  ]| ~~ I did not mean to$9$, honour bright. It was only for$4$ cod. I am
001:021,33[L  ]| sorry.
001:021,34['  ]| The face and the voice went away. Sorry because he was
001:021,35['  ]| afraid. Afraid that$3$ it was some disease. Canker was a disease
001:021,36['  ]| of plants and cancer one of animals: or another different. That$6#2$
001:022,01['  ]| was a long time ago then out on$4$ the playgrounds in$4$ the evening
001:022,02['  ]| light, creeping from point to$4$ point on$4$ the fringe of his
001:022,03['  ]| line, a heavy bird flying low through the grey light. Leicester*Abbey
001:022,04['  ]| lit up$5$. Wolsey died there. The abbots buried him
001:022,05['  ]| themselves.
001:022,06['  ]| It was not Wells's face, it was the prefect's. He was not
001:022,07['  ]| foxing. No$7$, no$7$: he was sick really. He was not foxing. And he
001:022,08['  ]| felt the prefect's hand on$4$ his forehead; and he felt his forehead
001:022,09['  ]| warm and damp against the prefect's cold damp hand. That$6#2$
001:022,10['  ]| was the way a rat felt, slimy and damp and cold. Every rat had
001:022,11['  ]| two eyes to$9$ look out of. Sleek slimy coats, little little feet
001:022,12['  ]| tucked up$5$ to$9$ jump, black shiny eyes to$9$ look out of. They could
001:022,13['  ]| understand how to$9$ jump. But the minds of rats could not
001:022,14['  ]| understand trigonometry. When they were dead they lay on$4$
001:022,15['  ]| their sides. Their coats dried then. They were only dead
001:022,16['  ]| things.
001:022,17['  ]| The prefect was there again and it was his voice that$6#1$ was
001:022,18['  ]| saying that$3$ he was to$9$ get up$5$, that$3$ Father*Minister had said he
001:022,19['  ]| was to$9$ get up$5$ and dress and go to$4$ the infirmary. And while he
001:022,20['  ]| was dressing himself as quickly as he could the prefect said:
001:022,21[V  ]| ~~ We must pack off to$4$ Brother*Michael because we have
001:022,22[V  ]| the collywobbles! Terrible thing to$9$ have the collywobbles!
001:022,23[V  ]| How we wobble when we have the collywobbles!
001:022,24['  ]| He was very decent to$9$ say that$6#2$. That$6#2$ was all to$9$ make him
001:022,25['  ]| laugh. But he could not laugh because his cheeks and lips
001:022,26['  ]| were all shivery: and then the prefect had to$9$ laugh by$4$ himself.
001:022,27['  ]| The prefect cried:
001:022,28[V  ]| ~~ Quick march! Hayfoot! Strawfoot!
001:022,29['  ]| They went together down the staircase and along the corridor
001:022,30['  ]| and past the bath. As he passed the door he remembered
001:022,31['  ]| with a vague fear the warm turfcoloured bogwater, the warm
001:022,32['  ]| moist air, the noise of plunges, the smell of the towels, like$4$
001:022,33['  ]| medicine.
001:022,34['  ]| Brother*Michael was standing at the door of the infirmary
001:022,35['  ]| and from the door of the dark cabinet on$4$ his right came a
001:022,36['  ]| smell like$4$ medicine. That$6#2$ came from the bottles on$4$ the
001:022,37['  ]| shelves. The prefect spoke to$4$ Brother*Michael and Brother*Michael
001:023,01['  ]| answered and called the prefect sir. He had reddish
001:023,02['  ]| hair mixed with grey and a queer look. It was queer that$3$ he
001:023,03['  ]| would always be a brother. It was queer too that$3$ you could
001:023,04['  ]| not call him sir because he was a brother and had a different
001:023,05['  ]| kind of look. Was he not holy enough or why could he not
001:023,06['  ]| catch up$5$ on$4$ the others?
001:023,07['  ]| There were two beds in$4$ the room and in$4$ one bed there was
001:023,08['  ]| a fellow: and when they went in$5$ he called out:
001:023,09[O  ]| ~~ Hello! It is young Dedalus! What is up$5$?
001:023,10[M  ]| ~~ The sky is up$5$, Brother*Michael said.
001:023,11['  ]| He was a fellow out of the third of grammar and, while
001:023,12['  ]| Stephen was undressing, he asked Brother*Michael to$9$ bring
001:023,13['  ]| him a round of buttered toast.
001:023,14[O  ]| ~~ Ah, do! he said.
001:023,15[M  ]| ~~ Butter you up$5$! 
001:023,15['  ]| said Brother*Michael. 
001:023,15[M  ]| You will$1$ get your
001:023,16[M  ]| walking papers in$4$ the morning when the doctor comes.
001:023,17[O  ]| ~~ Will$1$ I? the fellow said. I am not well yet.
001:023,18['  ]| Brother*Michael repeated:
001:023,19[M  ]| ~~ You will$1$ get your walking papers, I tell you.
001:023,20['  ]| He bent down to$9$ rake the fire. He had a long back like$4$ the
001:023,21['  ]| long back of a tramhorse. He shook the poker gravely and
001:023,22['  ]| nodded his head at the fellow out of third of grammar.
001:023,23['  ]| Then Brother*Michael went away and after a while the
001:023,24['  ]| fellow out of third of grammar turned in$5$ towards the wall and
001:023,25['  ]| fell asleep.
001:023,26['  ]| That$6#2$ was the infirmary. He was sick then. Had they written
001:023,27['  ]| home to$9$ tell his mother and father? But it would be quicker
001:023,28['  ]| for$4$ one of the priests to$9$ go himself to$9$ tell them. Or he would
001:023,29['  ]| write a letter for$4$ the priest to$9$ bring.
001:023,30[XX ]| Dear Mother
001:023,31[XX ]| I am sick. I want to$9$ go home. Please come and take me
001:023,32[XX ]| home. I am in$4$ the infirmary.
001:023,33[XX ]| Your fond son,
001:023,34[XX ]| Stephen
001:023,35['  ]| How far away they were! There was cold sunlight outside
001:023,36['  ]| the window. He wondered if he would die. You could die just
001:024,01['  ]| the same on$4$ a sunny day. He might die before his mother
001:024,02['  ]| came. Then he would have a dead mass in$4$ the chapel like$4$ the
001:024,03['  ]| way the fellows had told him it was when Little had died. All
001:024,04['  ]| the fellows would be at the mass, dressed in$4$ black, all with sad
001:024,05['  ]| faces. Wells too would be there but no$2$ fellow would look at
001:024,06['  ]| him. The rector would be there in$4$ a cope of black and gold
001:024,07['  ]| and there would be tall yellow candles on$4$ the altar and round
001:024,08['  ]| the catafalque. And they would carry the coffin out of the
001:024,09['  ]| chapel slowly and he would be buried in$4$ the little graveyard of
001:024,10['  ]| the community off the main avenue of limes. And Wells would
001:024,11['  ]| be sorry then for$4$ what he had done. And the bell would toll
001:024,12['  ]| slowly.
001:024,13['  ]| He could hear the tolling. He said over to$4$ himself the song
001:024,14['  ]| that$6#1$ Brigid had taught him.
001:024,15[Z  ]| \Dingdong! The castle bell!\
001:024,16[Z  ]| \Farewell, my mother!\
001:024,17[Z  ]| \Bury me in$4$ the old churchyard\
001:024,18[Z  ]| \Beside my eldest brother.\
001:024,19[Z  ]| \My coffin shall be black,\
001:024,20[Z  ]| \Six angels at my back,\
001:024,21[Z  ]| \Two to$9$ sing and two to$9$ pray\
001:024,22[Z  ]| \And two to$9$ carry my soul away.\
001:024,23['  ]| How beautiful and sad that$6#2$ was! How beautiful the words
001:024,24['  ]| were where they said 
001:024,24[Z  ]| \Bury me in$4$ the old churchyard\! 
001:024,24['  ]| A
001:024,25['  ]| tremor passed over his body. How sad and how beautiful! He
001:024,26['  ]| wanted to$9$ cry quietly but not for$4$ himself: for$4$ the words, so$5#1$
001:024,27['  ]| beautiful and sad, like$4$ music. The bell! The bell! Farewell! O
001:024,28['  ]| farewell!
001:024,29['  ]| The cold sunlight was weaker and Brother*Michael was
001:024,30['  ]| standing at his bedside with a bowl of beeftea. He was glad for$3$
001:024,31['  ]| his mouth was hot and dry. He could hear them playing on$4$ the
001:024,32['  ]| playgrounds. And the day was going on$5$ in$4$ the college just as if
001:024,33['  ]| he were there.
001:024,34['  ]| Then Brother*Michael was going away and the fellow out of
001:024,35['  ]| third of grammar told him to$9$ be sure and come back and tell
001:024,36['  ]| him all the news in$4$ the paper. He told Stephen that$3$ his name
001:025,01['  ]| was Athy and that$3$ his father kept a lot of racehorses that$6#1$ were
001:025,02['  ]| spiffing jumpers and that$3$ his father would give a good tip to$4$
001:025,03['  ]| Brother*Michael any time he wanted it because Brother*Michael
001:025,04['  ]| was very decent and always told him the news out of the
001:025,05['  ]| paper they got every day up$5$ in$4$ the castle. There was every
001:025,06['  ]| kind of news in$4$ the paper: accidents, shipwrecks, sports and
001:025,07['  ]| politics.
001:025,08[O  ]| ~~ Now it is all about politics in$4$ the paper, 
001:025,08['  ]| he said. 
001:025,08[O  ]| Do your
001:025,09[O  ]| people talk about that$6#2$ too?
001:025,10[B  ]| ~~ Yes, 
001:025,10['  ]| Stephen said.
001:025,11[O  ]| ~~ Mine too, 
001:025,11['  ]| he said.
001:025,12['  ]| Then he thought for$4$ a moment and said:
001:025,13[O  ]| ~~ You have a queer name, Dedalus, and I have a queer
001:025,14[O  ]| name too, Athy. My name is the name of a town. Your name
001:025,15[O  ]| is like$4$ Latin.
001:025,16['  ]| Then he asked:
001:025,17[O  ]| ~~ Are you good at riddles?
001:025,18['  ]| Stephen answered:
001:025,19[B  ]| ~~ Not very good.
001:025,20['  ]| Then he said:
001:025,21[O  ]| ~~ Can you answer me this one? Why is the county*Kildare
001:025,22[O  ]| like$4$ the leg of a fellow's breeches?
001:025,23['  ]| Stephen thought what could be the answer and then said:
001:025,24[B  ]| ~~ I give it up$5$.
001:025,25[O  ]| ~~ Because there is a thigh in$4$ it, 
001:025,25['  ]| he said. 
001:025,25[O  ]| Do you see the
001:025,26[O  ]| joke? Athy is the town in$4$ the county*Kildare and a thigh is the
001:025,27[O  ]| other thigh.
001:025,28[B  ]| ~~ O, I see, 
001:025,28['  ]| Stephen said.
001:025,29[O  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is an old riddle, 
001:025,29['  ]| he said.
001:025,30['  ]| After a moment he said:
001:025,31[O  ]| ~~ I say!
001:025,32[B  ]| ~~ What? 
001:025,32['  ]| asked Stephen.
001:025,33[O  ]| ~~ You know, 
001:025,33['  ]| he said,
001:025,33[O  ]| you can ask that$6#2$ riddle another way?
001:025,34[B  ]| ~~ Can you? 
001:025,34['  ]| said Stephen.
001:025,35[O  ]| ~~ The same riddle,
001:025,35['  ]| he said.
001:025,35[O  ]| Do you know the other way to$9$
001:025,36[O  ]| ask it?
001:025,37[B  ]| ~~ No$7$,
001:025,37['  ]| said Stephen.
001:026,01[O  ]| ~~ Can you not think of the other way? 
001:026,01['  ]| he said.
001:026,02['  ]| He looked at Stephen over the bedclothes as he spoke.
001:026,03['  ]| Then he lay back on$4$ the pillow and said:
001:026,04[O  ]| ~~ There is another way  but I will$1$ not tell you what it is.
001:026,05['  ]| Why did he not tell it? His father, who$6#1$ kept the racehorses,
001:026,06['  ]| must be a magistrate too like$4$ Saurin's father and Nasty*Roche's 
001:026,07['  ]| father. He thought of his own father, of how he sang
001:026,08['  ]| songs while his mother played and of how he always gave him
001:026,09['  ]| a shilling when he asked for$4$ sixpence and he felt sorry for$4$ him
001:026,10['  ]| that$3$ he was not a magistrate like$4$ the other boys' fathers. Then
001:026,11['  ]| why was he sent to$4$ that$6#2$ place with them? But his father had
001:026,12['  ]| told him that$3$ he would be no$2$ stranger there because his granduncle
001:026,13['  ]| had presented an address to$4$ the liberator there fifty
001:026,14['  ]| years before. You could know the people of that$6#2$ time by$4$ their
001:026,15['  ]| old dress. It seemed to$4$ him a solemn time: and he wondered if
001:026,16['  ]| that$6#2$ was the time when the fellows in$4$ Clongowes wore blue
001:026,17['  ]| coats with brass buttons and yellow waistcoats and caps of
001:026,18['  ]| rabbitskin and drank beer like$4$ grownup people and kept
001:026,19['  ]| greyhounds of their own to$9$ course the hares with.
001:026,20['  ]| He looked at the window and saw that$3$ the daylight had
001:026,21['  ]| grown weaker. There would be cloudy grey light over the
001:026,22['  ]| playgrounds. There was no$2$ noise on$4$ the playgrounds. The
001:026,23['  ]| class must be doing the themes or perhaps Father*Arnall was
001:026,24['  ]| reading a legend out of the book.
001:026,25['  ]| It was queer that$3$ they had not given him any medicine.
001:026,26['  ]| Perhaps Brother*Michael would bring it back when he came.
001:026,27['  ]| They said you got stinking stuff to$9$ drink when you were in$4$ the
001:026,28['  ]| infirmary. But he felt better now than before. It would be nice
001:026,29['  ]| getting better slowly. You could get a book then. There was a
001:026,30['  ]| book in$4$ the library about Holland. There were lovely foreign
001:026,31['  ]| names in$4$ it and pictures of strangelooking cities and ships. It
001:026,32['  ]| made you feel so$5#1$ happy.
001:026,33['  ]| How pale the light was at the window! But that$6#2$ was nice.
001:026,34['  ]| The fire rose and fell on$4$ the wall. It was like$4$ waves. Someone
001:026,35['  ]| had put coal on$5$ and he heard voices. They were talking. It was
001:026,36['  ]| the noise of the waves. Or the waves were talking among
001:026,37['  ]| themselves as they rose and fell.
001:027,01['  ]| He saw the sea of waves, long dark waves rising and falling,
001:027,02['  ]| dark under the moonless night. A tiny light twinkled at the
001:027,03['  ]| pierhead where the ship was entering: and he saw a multitude
001:027,04['  ]| of people gathered by$4$ the waters' edge to$9$ see the ship that$6#1$
001:027,05['  ]| was entering their harbour. A tall man stood on$4$ the deck,
001:027,06['  ]| looking out towards the flat dark land: and by$4$ the light at
001:027,07['  ]| the pierhead he saw his face, the sorrowful face of Brother*Michael.
001:027,08['  ]| 
001:027,09['  ]| He saw him lift his hand towards the people and heard him
001:027,10['  ]| say in$4$ a loud voice of sorrow over the waters:
001:027,11[M  ]| ~~ He is dead. We saw him lying upon$4$ the catafalque.
001:027,12['  ]| A wail of sorrow went up$5$ from the people.
001:027,13[X  ]| ~~ Parnell! Parnell! He is dead!
001:027,14['  ]| They fell upon$4$ their knees, moaning in$4$ sorrow.
001:027,15['  ]| And he saw Dante in$4$ a maroon velvet dress and with a
001:027,16['  ]| green velvet mantle hanging from her shoulders walking
001:027,17['  ]| proudly and silently past the people who$6#1$ knelt by$4$ the waters'
001:027,18['  ]| edge.
001:027,19['  ]| %x%x%x
001:027,20['  ]| A great fire, banked high and red, flamed in$4$ the grate and
001:027,21['  ]| under the ivytwined branches of the chandelier the Christmas
001:027,22['  ]| table was spread. They had come home a little late and still
001:027,23['  ]| dinner was not ready: but it would be ready in$4$ a jiffy, his
001:027,24['  ]| mother had said. They were waiting for$4$ the door to$9$ open and
001:027,25['  ]| for$4$ the servants to$9$ come in$5$, holding the big dishes covered
001:027,26['  ]| with their heavy metal covers.
001:027,27['  ]| All were waiting: uncle*Charles, who$6#1$ sat far away in$4$ the
001:027,28['  ]| shadow of the window, Dante and Mr*Casey, who$6#1$ sat in$4$ the
001:027,29['  ]| easychairs at either side of the hearth, Stephen, seated on$4$ a
001:027,30['  ]| chair between them, his feet resting on$4$ the toasted boss. Mr*Dedalus
001:027,31['  ]| looked at himself in$4$ the pierglass above the mantelpiece,
001:027,32['  ]| waxed out his moustache-ends and then, parting his
001:027,33['  ]| coattails, stood with his back to$4$ the glowing fire: and still,
001:027,34['  ]| from time to$4$ time, he withdrew a hand from his coattail to$9$
001:027,35['  ]| wax out one of his moustache-ends. Mr*Casey leaned his
001:028,01['  ]| head to$4$ one side and, smiling, tapped the gland of his neck
001:028,02['  ]| with his fingers. And Stephen smiled too for$3$ he knew now that$3$
001:028,03['  ]| it was not true that$3$ Mr*Casey had a purse of silver in$4$ his
001:028,04['  ]| throat. He smiled to$9$ think how the silvery noise which$6#1$ Mr*Casey
001:028,05['  ]| used to$9$ make had deceived him. And when he had tried
001:028,06['  ]| to$9$ open Mr*Casey's hand to$9$ see if the purse of silver was
001:028,07['  ]| hidden there he had seen that$3$ the fingers could not be straightened
001:028,08['  ]| out: and Mr*Casey had told him that$3$ he had got those
001:028,09['  ]| three cramped fingers making a birthday present for$4$
001:028,10['  ]| Queen*Victoria.
001:028,11['  ]| Mr*Casey tapped the gland of his neck and smiled at Stephen
001:028,12['  ]| with sleepy eyes: and Mr*Dedalus said to$4$ him:
001:028,13[F  ]| ~~ Yes. Well now, that$6#2$ is all right. O, we had a good walk,
001:028,14[F  ]| had not we, John? Yes ~~  I wonder if there is any likelihood
001:028,15[F  ]| of dinner this evening. Yes ~~  O, well now, we got a good
001:028,16[F  ]| breath of ozone round the Head today. Ay, bedad.
001:028,17['  ]| He turned to$4$ Dante and said:
001:028,18[F  ]| ~~ You did not stir out at all, Mrs*Riordan?
001:028,19['  ]| Dante frowned and said shortly:
001:028,20[D  ]| ~~  No$7$.
001:028,21['  ]| Mr*Dedalus dropped his coattails and went over to$4$ the
001:028,22['  ]| sideboard. He brought forth a great stone jar of whisky from
001:028,23['  ]| the locker and filled the decanter slowly, bending now and
001:028,24['  ]| then to$9$ see how much he had poured in$5$. Then replacing the
001:028,25['  ]| jar in$4$ the locker he poured a little of the whisky into two
001:028,26['  ]| glasses, added a little water and came back with them to$4$ the
001:028,27['  ]| fireplace.
001:028,28[F  ]| ~~ A thimbleful, John, 
001:028,28['  ]| he said,
001:028,28[F  ]| just to$9$ whet your appetite.
001:028,29['  ]| Mr*Casey took the glass, drank, and placed it near him on$4$
001:028,30['  ]| the mantelpiece. Then he said:
001:028,31[E  ]| ~~ Well, I can not help thinking of our friend Christopher
001:028,32[E  ]| manufacturing ~~
001:028,33['  ]| He broke into a fit of laughter and coughing and added:
001:028,34[E  ]| ~~ ~~ manufacturing that$6#2$ champagne for$4$ those fellows.
001:028,35['  ]| Mr*Dedalus laughed loudly.
001:028,36[F  ]| ~~ Is it Christy? 
001:028,36['  ]| he said. 
001:028,36[F  ]| There is more cunning in$4$ one of
001:028,37[F  ]| those warts on$4$ his bald head than in$4$ a pack of jack foxes.
001:029,01['  ]| He inclined his head, closed his eyes, and, licking his lips
001:029,02['  ]| profusely, began to$9$ speak with the voice of the hotelkeeper.
001:029,03[F  ]| ~~ And he has such a soft mouth when he is speaking to$4$ you,
001:029,04[F  ]| do not you know. He is very moist and watery about the dewlaps,
001:029,05[F  ]| God bless him.
001:029,06['  ]| Mr*Casey was still struggling through his fit of coughing and
001:029,07['  ]| laughter. Stephen, seeing and hearing the hotelkeeper through
001:029,08['  ]| his father's face and voice, laughed.
001:029,09['  ]| Mr*Dedalus put up$5$ his eyeglass and, staring down at him,
001:029,10['  ]| said quietly and kindly:
001:029,11[F  ]| ~~ What are you laughing at, you little puppy, you?
001:029,12['  ]| The servants entered and placed the dishes on$4$ the table.
001:029,13['  ]| Mrs*Dedalus followed and the places were arranged.
001:029,14[C  ]| ~~ Sit over,
001:029,14['  ]| she said.
001:029,15['  ]| Mr*Dedalus went to$4$ the end of the table and said:
001:029,16[F  ]| ~~ Now, Mrs* Riordan, sit over. John, sit you down, my
001:029,17[F  ]| hearty.
001:029,18['  ]| He looked round to$4$ where uncle*Charles sat and said:
001:029,19[F  ]| ~~ Now then, sir, there is a bird here waiting for$4$ you.
001:029,20['  ]| When all had taken their seats he laid his hand on$4$ the cover
001:029,21['  ]| and then said quickly, withdrawing it:
001:029,22[F  ]| ~~ Now, Stephen.
001:029,23['  ]| Stephen stood up$5$ in$4$ his place to$9$ say the grace before meals:
001:029,24[Z  ]| \Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts which$6#1$ through Thy\
001:029,25[Z  ]| \bounty we are about to$9$ receive through Christ Our Lord.\
001:029,26[Z  ]| \Amen.\
001:029,27['  ]| All blessed themselves and Mr*Dedalus with a sigh of
001:029,28['  ]| pleasure lifted from the dish the heavy cover pearled around
001:029,29['  ]| the edge with glistening drops.
001:029,30['  ]| Stephen looked at the plump turkey which$6#1$ had lain, trussed
001:029,31['  ]| and skewered, on$4$ the kitchen table. He knew that$3$ his father
001:029,32['  ]| had paid a guinea for$4$ it in$4$ Dunn's of D'Olier*Street and that$3$
001:029,33['  ]| the man had prodded it often at the breastbone to$9$ show how
001:029,34['  ]| good it was: and he remembered the man's voice when he had
001:029,35['  ]| said:
001:029,36[V  ]| ~~ Take that$6#2$ one, sir. That$6#2$ is the real Ally Daly.
001:030,01['  ]| Why did Mr*Barrett in$4$ Clongowes call his pandybat a
001:030,02['  ]| turkey? But Clongowes was far away: and the warm heavy
001:030,03['  ]| smell of turkey and ham and celery rose from the plates and
001:030,04['  ]| dishes and the great fire was banked high and red in$4$ the grate
001:030,05['  ]| and the green ivy and red holly made you feel so$5#1$ happy and
001:030,06['  ]| when dinner was ended the big plumpudding would be carried
001:030,07['  ]| in$5$, studded with peeled almonds and sprigs of holly, with
001:030,08['  ]| bluish fire running around it and a little green flag flying from
001:030,09['  ]| the top.
001:030,10['  ]| It was his first Christmas dinner and he thought of his little
001:030,11['  ]| brothers and sisters who$6#1$ were waiting in$4$ the nursery, as he had
001:030,12['  ]| often waited, till the pudding came. The deep low collar and
001:030,13['  ]| the Eton jacket made him feel queer and oldish: and that$6#2$
001:030,14['  ]| morning when his mother had brought him down to$4$ the parlour,
001:030,15['  ]| dressed for$4$ mass, his father had cried. That$6#2$ was because
001:030,16['  ]| he was thinking of his own father. And uncle*Charles had
001:030,17['  ]| said so$5#2$ too.
001:030,18['  ]| Mr*Dedalus covered the dish and began to$9$ eat hungrily.
001:030,19['  ]| Then he said:
001:030,20[F  ]| ~~ Poor old Christy, he is nearly lopsided now with roguery.
001:030,21[C  ]| ~~ Simon,
001:030,21['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus, 
001:030,21[C  ]| you have not given Mrs* Riordan
001:030,22[C  ]| any sauce.
001:030,23['  ]| Mr*Dedalus seized the sauceboat.
001:030,24[F  ]| ~~ Have not I?  
001:030,24[F  ]| he cried.
001:030,24[F  ]| Mrs* Riordan, pity the poor blind.
001:030,25['  ]| Dante covered her plate with her hands and said:
001:030,26[D  ]| ~~ No$7$, thanks.
001:030,27['  ]| Mr*Dedalus turned to$4$ uncle*Charles.
001:030,28[F  ]| ~~ How are you off, sir?
001:030,29[G  ]| ~~ Right as the mail, Simon.
001:030,30[F  ]| ~~ You, John?
001:030,31[E  ]| ~~ I am all right. Go on$5$ yourself.
001:030,32[F  ]| ~~ Mary? Here, Stephen, here is something to$9$ make your
001:030,33[F  ]| hair curl.
001:030,34['  ]| He poured sauce freely over Stephen's plate and set the
001:030,35['  ]| boat again on$4$ the table. Then he asked uncle*Charles was it
001:030,36['  ]| tender. Uncle*Charles could not speak because his mouth
001:030,37['  ]| was full but he nodded that$3$ it was.
001:031,01[F  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ was a good answer our friend made to$4$ the canon.
001:031,02[F  ]| What? 
001:031,02['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
001:031,03[E  ]| ~~ I did not think he had that$6#2$ much in$4$ him, 
001:031,03['  ]| said Mr*Casey.
001:031,04[Z  ]| ~~ \I will$1$ pay you your dues, father, when you cease turning the\
001:031,05[Z  ]| \house of God into a pollingbooth.\
001:031,06[D  ]| ~~ A nice answer,
001:031,06['  ]| said Dante, 
001:031,06[D  ]| for$4$ any man calling himself a
001:031,07[D  ]| catholic to$9$ give to$4$ his priest.
001:031,08[F  ]| ~~ They have only themselves to$9$ blame, 
001:031,08['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus
001:031,09[F  ]| suavely. If they took a fool's advice they would confine their
001:031,10[F  ]| attention to$4$ religion.
001:031,11[D  ]| ~~ It is religion, 
001:031,11['  ]| Dante said.
001:031,11[D  ]| They are doing their duty in$4$
001:031,12[D  ]| warning the people.
001:031,13[E  ]| ~~ We go to$4$ the house of God,
001:031,13['  ]| Mr*Casey said, 
001:031,13[E  ]| in$4$ all humility
001:031,14[E  ]| to$9$ pray to$4$ our Maker and not to$9$ hear election addresses.
001:031,15[D  ]| ~~ It is religion, 
001:031,15['  ]| Dante said again.
001:031,15[D  ]| They are right. They must
001:031,16[D  ]| direct their flocks.
001:031,17[F  ]| ~~ And preach politics from the altar, is it? 
001:031,17['  ]| asked Mr*Dedalus.
001:031,18[D  ]| ~~ Certainly, 
001:031,18['  ]| said Dante. 
001:031,18[D  ]| It is a question of public morality.
001:031,19[D  ]| A priest would not be a priest if he did not tell his flock what is
001:031,20[D  ]| right and what is wrong.
001:031,21['  ]| Mrs*Dedalus laid down her knife and fork, saying:
001:031,22[C  ]| ~~ For$4$ pity's sake and for$4$ pity sake let us have no$2$ political
001:031,23[C  ]| discussion on$4$ this day of all days in$4$ the year.
001:031,24[G  ]| ~~ Quite right, ma'am,
001:031,24['  ]| said uncle*Charles. 
001:031,24[G  ]| Now, Simon,
001:031,25[G  ]| that$6#2$ is quite enough now. Not another word now.
001:031,26[F  ]| ~~ Yes, yes, 
001:031,26['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus quickly.
001:031,27['  ]| He uncovered the dish boldly and said:
001:031,28[F  ]| ~~ Now then, who$6#2$ is  for$4$ more turkey?
001:031,29['  ]| Nobody answered. Dante said:
001:031,30[D  ]| ~~ Nice language for$4$ any catholic to$9$ use!
001:031,31[C  ]| ~~ Mrs*Riordan, I appeal to$4$ you, 
001:031,31['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus,
001:031,31[C  ]| to$9$ let
001:031,32[C  ]| the matter drop now.
001:031,33['  ]| Dante turned on$4$ her and said:
001:031,34[D  ]| ~~ And am I to$9$ sit here and listen to$4$ the pastors of my
001:031,35[D  ]| church being flouted?
001:032,01[F  ]| ~~ Nobody is saying a word against them, 
001:032,01['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus,
001:032,02[F  ]| so$5#1$ long as they do not meddle in$4$ politics.
001:032,03[D  ]| ~~ The bishops and priests of Ireland have spoken, 
001:032,03['  ]| said
001:032,04['  ]| Dante, 
001:032,04[D  ]| and they must be obeyed.
001:032,05[E  ]| ~~ Let them leave politics alone, 
001:032,05['  ]| said Mr*Casey, 
001:032,05[E  ]| or the
001:032,06[E  ]| people may leave their church alone.
001:032,07[D  ]| ~~ You hear? 
001:032,07['  ]| said Dante turning to$4$ Mrs*Dedalus.
001:032,08[C  ]| ~~ Mr*Casey! Simon! 
001:032,08['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus.
001:032,08[C  ]| Let it end now.
001:032,09[G  ]| ~~ Too bad! Too bad! 
001:032,09['  ]| said uncle*Charles.
001:032,10[F  ]| ~~ What?
001:032,10['  ]| cried Mr*Dedalus.
001:032,10[F  ]| Were we to$9$ desert him at the
001:032,11[F  ]| bidding of the English people?
001:032,12[D  ]| ~~ He was no$2$ longer worthy to$9$ lead, 
001:032,12['  ]| said Dante.
001:032,12[D  ]| He was a
001:032,13[D  ]| public sinner.
001:032,14[E  ]| ~~ We are all sinners and black sinners, 
001:032,14['  ]| said Mr*Casey
001:032,15['  ]| coldly.
001:032,16[D  ]| ~~ \Woe be to$4$ the man by$4$ whom the scandal cometh!\ 
001:032,16['  ]| said
001:032,17['  ]| Mrs*Riordan. 
001:032,17[D  ]| \It would be better for$4$ him that$3$ a millstone were\
001:032,18[D  ]| \tied about his neck and that$3$ he were cast into the depth of the\
001:032,19[D  ]| \sea rather than that$3$ he should scandalise one of these, my least\
001:032,20[D  ]| \little ones.\ That$6#2$ is the language of the Holy*Ghost.
001:032,21[F  ]| ~~ And very bad language if you ask me,
001:032,21['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus
001:032,22['  ]| coolly.
001:032,23[G  ]| ~~ Simon! Simon! 
001:032,23['  ]| said uncle*Charles. 
001:032,23[G  ]| The boy.
001:032,24[F  ]| ~~ Yes, yes,
001:032,24['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
001:032,24[F  ]| I meant about the ~~ I
001:032,25[F  ]| was thinking about the bad language of that$6#2$ railway porter.
001:032,26[F  ]| Well now, that$6#2$ is all right. Here, Stephen, show me your plate,
001:032,27[F  ]| old chap. Eat away now. Here.
001:032,28['  ]| He heaped up$5$ the food on$4$ Stephen's plate and served uncle*Charles
001:032,29['  ]| and Mr*Casey to$4$ large pieces of turkey and splashes
001:032,30['  ]| of sauce. Mrs*Dedalus was eating little and Dante sat with her
001:032,31['  ]| hands in$4$ her lap. She was red in$4$ the face. Mr*Dedalus rooted
001:032,32['  ]| with the carvers at the end of the dish and said:
001:032,33[F  ]| ~~ There is a tasty bit here we call the pope's nose. If any
001:032,34[F  ]| lady or gentleman ~~
001:032,35['  ]| He held a piece of fowl up$5$ on$4$ the prong of the carvingfork.
001:032,36['  ]| Nobody spoke. He put it on$4$ his own plate, saying:
001:033,01[F  ]| ~~ Well, you can not say but you were asked. I think I had
001:033,02[F  ]| better eat it myself because I am not well in$4$ my health lately.
001:033,03['  ]| He winked at Stephen and, replacing the dishcover, began
001:033,04['  ]| to$9$ eat again.
001:033,05['  ]| There was a silence while he ate. Then he said:
001:033,06[F  ]| ~~ Well now, the day kept up$5$ fine after all. There were
001:033,07[F  ]| plenty of strangers down too.
001:033,08['  ]| Nobody spoke. He said again:
001:033,09[F  ]| ~~ I think there were more strangers down than last
001:033,10[F  ]| Christmas.
001:033,11['  ]| He looked round at the others whose faces were bent towards
001:033,12['  ]| their plates and, receiving no$2$ reply, waited for$4$ a moment
001:033,13['  ]| and said bitterly:
001:033,14[F  ]| ~~ Well, my Christmas dinner has been spoiled anyhow.
001:033,15[D  ]| ~~ There could be neither luck nor grace, 
001;033,15['  ]| Dante said,
001:033,15[D  ]| in$4$ a
001:033,16[D  ]| house where there is no$2$ respect for$4$ the pastors of the church.
001:033,17['  ]| Mr*Dedalus threw his knife and fork noisily on$4$ his plate.
001:033,18[F  ]| ~~ Respect!
001:033,18['  ]| he said.
001:033,18[F  ]| Is it for$4$ Billy with the lip or for$4$ the tub
001:033,19[F  ]| of guts up$5$ in$4$ Armagh? Respect!
001:033,20[E  ]| ~~ Princes of the church, 
001:033,20['  ]| said Mr*Casey with slow scorn.
001:033,21[F  ]| ~~ Lord*Leitrim's coachman, yes, 
001:033,21['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
001:033,22[D  ]| ~~ They are the Lord's anointed,
001:033,22['  ]| Dante said.
001:033,22[D  ]| They are an
001:033,23[D  ]| honour to$4$ their country.
001:033,24[F  ]| ~~ Tub of guts,
001:033,24['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus coarsely.
001:033,24[F  ]| He has a handsome
001:033,25[F  ]| face, mind you, in$4$ repose. You should see that$6#2$ fellow
001:033,26[F  ]| lapping up$5$ his bacon and cabbage of a cold winter's day. O
001:033,27[F  ]| Johnny!
001:033,28['  ]| He twisted his features into a grimace of heavy bestiality
001:033,29['  ]| and made a lapping noise with his lips.
001:033,30[C  ]| ~~ Really, Simon, 
001:033,30['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus, 
001:033,30[C  ]| you should not speak
001:033,31[C  ]| that$6#2$ way before Stephen. It is not right.
001:033,32[D  ]| ~~ O, he will$1$ remember all this when he grows up$5$, 
001:033,32['  ]| said Dante
001:033,33['  ]| hotly 
001:033,33[D  ]| ~~ the language he heard against God and religion and
001:033,34[D  ]| priests in$4$ his own home.
001:033,35[E  ]| ~~ Let him remember too, 
001:033,35['  ]| cried Mr*Casey to$4$ her from
001:033,36['  ]| across the table,
001:033,36[E  ]| the language with which$6#1$ the priests and the
001:034,01[E  ]| priests' pawns broke Parnell's heart and hounded him into
001:034,02[E  ]| his grave. Let him remember that$6#2$ too when he grows up$5$.
001:034,03[F  ]| ~~ Sons of bitches! 
001:034,03['  ]| cried Mr*Dedalus.
001:034,03[F  ]| When he was down
001:034,04[F  ]| they turned on$4$ him to$9$ betray him and rend him like$4$ rats in$4$ a
001:034,05[F  ]| sewer. Lowlived dogs! And they look it! By$4$ Christ, they look
001:034,06[F  ]| it!
001:034,07[D  ]| ~~ They behaved rightly,
001:034,07['  ]| cried Dante.
001:034,07[D  ]| They obeyed their
001:034,08[D  ]| bishops and their priests. Honour to$4$ them!
001:034,09[C  ]| ~~ Well, it is perfectly dreadful to$9$ say that$3$ not even for$4$ one
001:034,10[C  ]| day in$4$ the year,
001:034,10['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus, 
001:034,10[C  ]| can we be free from these
001:034,11[C  ]| dreadful disputes!
001:034,12['  ]| Uncle*Charles raised his hands mildly and said:
001:034,13[G  ]| ~~ Come now, come now, come now! Can we not have our
001:034,14[G  ]| opinions whatever they are without this bad temper and this
001:034,15[G  ]| bad language? It is too bad surely.
001:034,16['  ]| Mrs*Dedalus spoke to$4$ Dante in$4$ a low voice but Dante said
001:034,17['  ]| loudly:
001:034,18[D  ]| ~~ I will$1$ not say nothing. I will$1$ defend my church and my
001:034,19[D  ]| religion when it is insulted and spit on$5$ by$4$ renegade catholics.
001:034,20['  ]| Mr*Casey pushed his plate rudely into the middle of the
001:034,21['  ]| table and, resting his elbows before him, said in$4$ a hoarse voice
001:034,22['  ]| to$4$ his host:
001:034,23[E  ]| ~~ Tell me, did I tell you that$6#2$ story about a very famous
001:034,24[E  ]| spit?
001:034,25[F  ]| ~~ You did not, John, 
001:034,25['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
001:034,26[E  ]| ~~ Why then,
001:034,26['  ]| said Mr*Casey, 
001:034,26[E  ]| it is a most instructive story. It
001:034,27[E  ]| happened not long ago in$4$ the county*Wicklow where we are
001:034,28[E  ]| now.
001:034,29['  ]| He broke off and, turning towards Dante, said with quiet
001:034,30['  ]| indignation:
001:034,31[E  ]| ~~ And I may tell you, ma'am, that$3$ I, if you mean me, am
001:034,32[E  ]| no$2$ renegade catholic. I am a catholic as my father was and his
001:034,33[E  ]| father before him and his father before him again when we
001:034,34[E  ]| gave up$5$ our lives rather than sell our faith.
001:034,35[D  ]| ~~ The more shame to$4$ you now,
001:034,35['  ]| Dante said,
001:034,35[D  ]| to$9$ speak as you
001:034,36[D  ]| do.
001:035,01[F  ]| ~~ The story, John, 
001:035,01['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus smiling.
001:035,01[F  ]| Let us have
001:035,02[F  ]| the story anyhow.
001:035,03[D  ]| ~~ Catholic indeed!
001:035,03['  ]| repeated Dante ironically.
001:035,03[D  ]| The blackest
001:035,04[D  ]| protestant in$4$ the land would not speak the language I have
001:035,05[D  ]| heard this evening.
001:035,06['  ]| Mr*Dedalus began to$9$ sway his head to$8$ and fro, crooning
001:035,07['  ]| like$4$ a country singer.
001:035,08[E  ]| ~~ I am no$2$ protestant, I tell you again,
001:035,08['  ]| said Mr*Casey flushing.
001:035,09['  ]| Mr*Dedalus, still crooning and swaying his head, began to$9$
001:035,10['  ]| sing in$4$ a grunting nasal tone:
001:035,11[F  ]| \O, come all you Roman catholics\
001:035,12[F  ]| \That$6#1$ never went to$4$ mass.\
001:035,13['  ]| He took up$5$ his knife and fork again in$4$ good humour and set
001:035,14['  ]| to$4$ eating, saying to$4$ Mr*Casey:
001:035,15[F  ]| ~~ Let us have the story, John. It will$1$ help us to$9$ digest.
001:035,16['  ]| Stephen looked with affection at Mr*Casey's face which$6#1$
001:035,17['  ]| stared across the table over his joined hands. He liked to$9$ sit
001:035,18['  ]| near him at the fire, looking up$5$ at his dark fierce face. But his
001:035,19['  ]| dark eyes were never fierce and his slow voice was good to$9$
001:035,20['  ]| listen to$4$. But why was he then against the priests? Because
001:035,21['  ]| Dante must be right then. But he had heard his father say that$3$
001:035,22['  ]| she was a spoiled nun and that$3$ she had come out of the convent
001:035,23['  ]| in$4$ the Alleghanies when her brother had got the money
001:035,24['  ]| from the savages for$4$ the trinkets and the chainies. Perhaps
001:035,25['  ]| that$6#2$ made her severe against Parnell. And she did not like$1$ him
001:035,26['  ]| to$9$ play with Eileen because Eileen was a protestant and when
001:035,27['  ]| she was young she knew children that$6#1$ used to$9$ play with protestants
001:035,28['  ]| and the protestants used to$9$ make fun of the litany of
001:035,29['  ]| the Blessed*Virgin. 
001:035,29['  ]| \Tower of Ivory, they used to$9$ say, House of\
001:035,30['  ]| \Gold!\ 
001:035,30['  ]| How could a woman be a tower of ivory or a house of
001:035,31['  ]| gold? Who$6#2$ was right then? And he remembered the evening in$4$
001:035,32['  ]| the infirmary in$4$ Clongowes, the dark waters, the light at the
001:035,33['  ]| pierhead and the moan of sorrow from the people when they
001:035,34['  ]| had heard.
001:036,01['  ]| Eileen had long white hands. One evening when playing tig
001:036,02['  ]| she had put her hands over his eyes: long and white and thin
001:036,03['  ]| and cold and soft. That$6#2$ was ivory: a cold white thing. That$6#2$
001:036,04['  ]| was the meaning of \Tower of Ivory\.
001:036,05[E  ]| ~~ The story is very short and sweet,
001:036,05['  ]| Mr*Casey said. 
001:036,05[E  ]| It was
001:036,06[E  ]| one day down in$4$ Arklow, a cold bitter day, not long before the
001:036,07[E  ]| chief died. May God have mercy on$4$ him!
001:036,08['  ]| He closed his eyes wearily and paused. Mr*Dedalus took a
001:036,09['  ]| bone from his plate and tore some meat from it with his teeth,
001:036,10['  ]| saying:
001:036,11[F  ]| ~~ Before he was killed, you mean.
001:036,12['  ]| Mr*Casey opened his eyes, sighed and went on$5$:
001:036,13[E  ]| ~~ It was down in$4$ Arklow one day. We were down there at
001:036,14[E  ]| a meeting and after the meeting was over we had to$9$ make our
001:036,15[E  ]| way to$4$ the railway station through the crowd. Such booing
001:036,16[E  ]| and baaing, man, you never heard. They called us all the
001:036,17[E  ]| names in$4$ the world. Well there was one old lady, and a
001:036,18[E  ]| drunken old harridan she was surely, that$6#1$ paid all her attention
001:036,19[E  ]| to$4$ me. She kept dancing along beside me in$4$ the mud
001:036,20[E  ]| bawling and screaming into my face: \Priesthunter! The Paris\
001:036,21[E  ]| \Funds! Mr*Fox! Kitty*O'Shea!\
001:036,22[F  ]| ~~ And what did you do, John? 
001:036,22['  ]| asked Mr*Dedalus.
001:036,23[E  ]| ~~ I let her bawl away, 
001:036,23['  ]| said Mr*Casey.
001:036,23[E  ]| It was a cold day and
001:036,24[E  ]| to$9$ keep up$5$ my heart I had (saving your presence, ma'am) a
001:036,25[E  ]| quid of Tullamore in$4$ my mouth and sure I could not say a word
001:036,26[E  ]| in$4$ any case because my mouth was full of tobacco juice.
001:036,27[F  ]| ~~ Well, John?
001:036,28[E  ]| ~~ Well. I let her bawl away, to$4$ her heart's content, \Kitty*O'Shea\
001:036,29[E  ]| and the rest of it till at last she called that$6#2$ lady a name
001:036,30[E  ]| that$6#1$ I will$1$ not sully this Christmas board nor your ears, ma'am,
001:036,31[E  ]| nor my own lips by$4$ repeating.
001:036,32['  ]| He paused. Mr*Dedalus, lifting his head from the bone,
001:036,33['  ]| asked:
001:036,34[F  ]| ~~ And what did you do, John?
001:036,35[E  ]| ~~ Do! 
001:036,35['  ]| said Mr*Casey.
001:036,35[E  ]| She stuck her ugly old face up$5$ at me
001:036,36[E  ]| when she said it and I had my mouth full of tobacco juice. I
001:036,37[E  ]| bent down to$4$ her and \Phth!\ says I to$4$ her like$4$ that$6#2$.
001:037,01['  ]| He turned aside and made the act of spitting.
001:037,02[E  ]| ~~ \Phth!\ says I to$4$ her like$4$ that$6#2$, right into her eye.
001:037,03['  ]| He clapped a hand to$4$ his eye and gave a hoarse scream of
001:037,04['  ]| pain.
001:037,05[E  ]| ~~ \O Jesus, Mary and Joseph! says she. I am blinded! I am\
001:037,06[E  ]| \blinded and drownded!\
001:037,07['  ]| He stopped in$4$ a fit of coughing and laughter, repeating:
001:037,08[E  ]| ~~ \I am blinded entirely.\
001:037,09['  ]| Mr*Dedalus laughed loudly and lay back in$4$ his chair while
001:037,10['  ]| uncle*Charles swayed his head to$8$ and fro.
001:037,11['  ]| Dante looked terribly angry and repeated while they
001:037,12['  ]| laughed:
001:037,13[D  ]| ~~ Very nice! Ha! Very nice!
001:037,14['  ]| It was not nice about the spit in$4$ the woman's eye. But what
001:037,15['  ]| was the name the woman had called Kitty*O'Shea that$6#1$ Mr*Casey
001:037,16['  ]| would not repeat? He thought of Mr*Casey walking
001:037,17['  ]| through the crowds of people and making speeches from a
001:037,18['  ]| wagonette. That$6#2$ was what he had been in$4$ prison for$4$ and he
001:037,19['  ]| remembered that$3$ one night Sergeant*O'Neill had come to$4$ the
001:037,20['  ]| house and had stood in$4$ the hall, talking in$4$ a low voice with his
001:037,21['  ]| father and chewing nervously at the chinstrap of his cap. And
001:037,22['  ]| that$6#2$ night Mr*Casey had not gone to$4$ Dublin by$4$ train but a car
001:037,23['  ]| had come to$4$ the door and he had heard his father say something
001:037,24['  ]| about the Cabinteely*road.
001:037,25['  ]| He was for$4$ Ireland and Parnell and so$5#2$ was his father: and
001:037,26['  ]| so$5#2$ was Dante too for$3$ one night at the band on$4$ the esplanade
001:037,27['  ]| she had hit a gentleman on$4$ the head with her umbrella because
001:037,28['  ]| he had taken off his hat when the band played \God*save*the*Queen\
001:037,29['  ]| at the end.
001:037,30['  ]| Mr*Dedalus gave a snort of contempt.
001:037,31[F  ]| ~~ Ah, John, 
001:037,31['  ]| he said.
001:037,31[F  ]| It is true for$4$ them. We are an unfortunate
001:037,32[F  ]| priestridden race and always were and always will$1$ be till
001:037,33[F  ]| the end of the chapter.
001:037,34['  ]| Uncle*Charles shook his head, saying:
001:037,35[G  ]| ~~ A bad business! A bad business!
001:037,36['  ]| Mr*Dedalus repeated:
001:037,37[F  ]| ~~ A priestridden Godforsaken race!
001:038,01['  ]| He pointed to$4$ the portrait of his grandfather on$4$ the wall to$4$
001:038,02['  ]| his right.
001:038,03[F  ]| ~~ Do you see that$6#2$ old chap up$4$ there, John?
001:038,03['  ]| he said.
001:038,03[F  ]| He was
001:038,04[F  ]| a good Irishman when there was no$2$ money in$4$ the job. He was
001:038,05[F  ]| condemned to$4$ death as a whiteboy. But he had a saying about
001:038,06[F  ]| our clerical friends, that$3$ he would never let one of them put
001:038,07[F  ]| his two feet under his mahogany.
001:038,08['  ]| Dante broke in$5$ angrily:
001:038,09[D  ]| ~~ If we  are  a priestridden race we ought to$9$ be proud of it!
001:038,10[D  ]| They are the apple of God's eye. 
001:038,10[Z  ]| \Touch them not,\
001:038,10[D  ]| says Christ,
001:038,11[Z  ]| \for$3$ they are the apple of My eye.\
001:038,12[E  ]| ~~ And can we not love our country then? 
001:038,12['  ]| asked Mr*Casey.
001:038,13['  ]|  
001:038,13[E  ]| Are we not to$9$ follow the man that$6#1$ was born to$9$ lead
001:038,14[E  ]| us?
001:038,15[D  ]| ~~ A traitor to$4$ his country! 
001:038,15['  ]| replied Dante.
001:038,15[D  ]| A traitor, an
001:038,16[D  ]| adulterer! The priests were right to$9$ abandon him. The priests
001:038,17[D  ]| were always the true friends of Ireland.
001:038,18[E  ]| ~~ Were they, faith? 
001:038,18['  ]| said Mr*Casey.
001:038,19['  ]| He threw his fist on$4$ the table and, frowning angrily, protruded
001:038,20['  ]| one finger after another.
001:038,21[E  ]| ~~ Did not the bishops of Ireland betray us in$4$ the time of the
001:038,22[E  ]| union when bishop*Lanigan presented an address of loyalty to$4$
001:038,23[E  ]| the Marquess*Cornwallis? Did not the bishops and priests sell
001:038,24[E  ]| the aspirations of their country in$4$ 1829 in$4$ return for$4$ catholic
001:038,25[E  ]| emancipation? Did not they denounce the fenian movement
001:038,26[E  ]| from the pulpit and in$4$ the confessionbox? And did not they
001:038,27[E  ]| dishonour the ashes of Terence*Bellew*MacManus?
001:038,28['  ]| His face was glowing with anger and Stephen felt the glow
001:038,29['  ]| rise to$4$ his own cheek as the spoken words thrilled him. Mr*Dedalus
001:038,30['  ]| uttered a guffaw of coarse scorn.
001:038,31[E  ]| ~~ O, by$4$ God, 
001:038,31['  ]| he cried, 
001:038,31[E  ]| I forgot little old Paul*Cullen!
001:038,32[E  ]| Another apple of God's eye!
001:038,33['  ]| Dante bent across the table and cried to$4$ Mr*Casey:
001:038,34[D  ]| ~~ Right! Right! They were always right! God and morality
001:038,35[D  ]| and religion come first.
001:038,36['  ]| Mrs*Dedalus, seeing her excitement, said to$4$ her:
001:038,37[C  ]| ~~ Mrs*Riordan, do not excite yourself answering them.
001:039,01[D  ]| ~~ God and religion before everything!
001:039,01['  ]| Dante cried. 
001:039,01[D  ]| God
001:039,02[D  ]| and religion before the world!
001:039,03['  ]| Mr*Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on$4$
001:039,04['  ]| the table with a crash.
001:039,05[E  ]| ~~ Very well, then, 
001:039,05['  ]| he shouted hoarsely, 
001:039,05[E  ]| if it comes to$4$ that$6#2$,
001:039,06[E  ]| no$2$ God for$4$ Ireland!
001:039,07[F  ]| ~~ John! John! 
001:039,07['  ]| cried Mr*Dedalus, seizing his guest by$4$ the 
001:039,08['  ]| coatsleeve.
001:039,09['  ]| Dante stared across the table, her cheeks shaking. Mr*Casey
001:039,10['  ]| struggled up$5$ from his chair and bent across the table
001:039,11['  ]| towards her, scraping the air from before his eyes with one
001:039,12['  ]| hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb.
001:039,13[E  ]| ~~ No$2$ God for$4$ Ireland! 
001:039,13['  ]| he cried.
001:039,13[E  ]| We have had too much
001:039,14[E  ]| God in$4$ Ireland. Away with God!
001:039,15[D  ]| ~~ Blasphemer! Devil! 
001:039,15['  ]| screamed Dante, starting to$4$ her feet
001:039,16['  ]| and almost spitting in$4$ his face.
001:039,17['  ]| Uncle*Charles and Mr*Dedalus pulled Mr*Casey back into
001:039,18['  ]| his chair again, talking to$4$ him from both sides reasonably. He
001:039,19['  ]| stared before him out of his dark flaming eyes, repeating:
001:039,20[E  ]| ~~ Away with God, I say!
001:039,21['  ]| Dante shoved her chair violently aside and left the table,
001:039,22['  ]| upsetting her napkinring which$6#1$ rolled slowly along the carpet
001:039,23['  ]| and came to$9$ rest against the foot of an easychair. Mrs*Dedalus
001:039,24['  ]| rose quickly and followed her towards the door. At
001:039,25['  ]| the door Dante turned round violently and shouted down the
001:039,26['  ]| room, her cheeks flushed and quivering with rage:
001:039,27[D  ]| ~~ Devil out of hell! We won! We crushed him to$4$ death!
001:039,28[D  ]| Fiend!
001:039,29['  ]| The door slammed behind her.
001:039,30['  ]| Mr*Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly
001:039,31['  ]| bowed his head on$4$ his hands with a sob of pain.
001:039,32[E  ]| ~~ Poor Parnell! 
001:039,32['  ]| he cried loudly. 
001:039,32[E  ]| My dead king!
001:039,33['  ]| He sobbed loudly and bitterly.
001:039,34['  ]| Stephen, raising his terrorstricken face, saw that$3$ his father's
001:039,35['  ]| eyes were full of tears.
001:039,36['  ]| %x%x%x
001:040,01['  ]| The fellows talked together in$4$ little groups.
001:040,02['  ]| One fellow said:
001:040,03[V  ]| ~~ They were caught near the Hill of Lyons.
001:040,04[V  ]| ~~  Who$6#2$ caught them?
001:040,05[V  ]| ~~ Mr*Gleeson and the minister. They were on$4$ a car.
001:040,06['  ]| The same fellow added:
001:040,07[V  ]| ~~ A fellow in$4$ the higher line told me.
001:040,08['  ]| Fleming asked:
001:040,09[K  ]| ~~ But why did they run away, tell us?
001:040,10[Q  ]| ~~ I know why, 
001:040,10['  ]| Cecil*Thunder said.
001:040,10[Q  ]| Because they had
001:040,11[Q  ]| fecked cash out of the rector's room.
001:040,12[K  ]| ~~  Who$6#2$ fecked it?
001:040,13[Q  ]| ~~ Kickham's brother. And they all went shares in$4$ it.
001:040,14[Q  ]| But that$6#2$ was stealing. How could they have done that$6#2$?
001:040,15[L  ]| ~~ A fat lot you know about it, Thunder! 
001:040,15['  ]| Wells said. 
001:040,15[L  ]| I know
001:040,16[L  ]| why they scut.
001:040,17[V  ]| ~~ Tell us why.
001:040,18[L  ]| ~~ I was told not to$9$,
001:040,18['  ]| Wells said.
001:040,19[X  ]| ~~ O, go on$5$, Wells, 
001:040,19['  ]| all said.
001:040,15[X  ]| You might tell us. We will$1$ not let
001:040,20['  ]| it out.
001:040,21['  ]| Stephen bent forward his head to$9$ hear. Wells looked round
001:040,22['  ]| to$9$ see if anyone was coming. Then he said secretly:
001:040,23[L  ]| ~~ You know the altar wine they keep in$4$ the press in$4$ the
001:040,24[L  ]| sacristy?
001:040,25[Y  ]| ~~ Yes.
001:040,26[L  ]| ~~ Well, they drank that$6#2$ and it was found out who$6#1$ did it by$4$
001:040,27[L  ]| the smell. And that$6#2$ is why they ran away, if you want to$9$ know.
001:040,28['  ]| And the fellow who$6#1$ had spoken first said:
001:040,29[V  ]| ~~ Yes, that$6#2$ is what I heard too from the fellow in$4$ the higher
001:040,30[V  ]| line.
001:040,31['  ]| The fellows were all silent. Stephen stood among them,
001:040,32['  ]| afraid to$9$ speak, listening. A faint sickness of awe made him
001:040,33['  ]| feel weak. How could they have done that$6#2$? He thought of the
001:040,34['  ]| dark silent sacristy. There were dark wooden presses there
001:040,35['  ]| where the crimped surplices lay quietly folded. It was not the
001:040,36['  ]| chapel but still you had to$9$ speak under your breath. It was a
001:040,37['  ]| holy place. He remembered the summer evening he had been
001:041,01['  ]| there to$9$ be dressed as boatbearer, the evening of the procession
001:041,02['  ]| to$4$ the little altar in$4$ the wood. A strange and holy place.
001:041,03['  ]| The boy that$6#1$ held the censer had swung it gently to$8$ and fro
001:041,04['  ]| near the door with the silvery cap lifted by$4$ the middle chain
001:041,05['  ]| to$9$ keep the coals lighting. That$6#2$ was called charcoal: and it
001:041,06['  ]| had burned quietly as the fellow had swung it gently and had
001:041,07['  ]| given off a weak sour smell. And then when all were vested
001:041,08['  ]| he had stood holding out the boat to$4$ the rector and the rector
001:041,09['  ]| had put a spoonful of incense in$4$ it and it had hissed on$4$ the
001:041,10['  ]| red coals.
001:041,11['  ]| The fellows were talking together in$4$ little groups here and
001:041,12['  ]| there on$4$ the playground. The fellows seemed to$4$ him to$9$ have
001:041,13['  ]| grown smaller: that$6#1$ was because a sprinter had knocked him
001:041,14['  ]| down the day before, a fellow out of second of grammar. He
001:041,15['  ]| had been thrown by$4$ the fellow's machine lightly on$4$ the cinderpath
001:041,16['  ]| and his spectacles had been broken in$4$ three pieces and
001:041,17['  ]| some of the grit of the cinders had gone into his mouth.
001:041,18['  ]| That$6#2$ was why the fellows seemed to$4$ him smaller and
001:041,19['  ]| farther away and the goalposts so$5#1$ thin and far and the soft
001:041,20['  ]| grey sky so$5#1$ high up$5$. But there was no$2$ play on$4$ the football
001:041,21['  ]| grounds for$3$ cricket was coming: and some said that$3$ Barnes
001:041,22['  ]| would be the prof and some said it would be Flowers. And all
001:041,23['  ]| over the playgrounds they were playing rounders and bowling
001:041,24['  ]| twisters and lobs. And from here and from there came the
001:041,25['  ]| sounds of the cricketbats through the soft grey air. They said:
001:041,26['  ]| pick, pack, pock, puck: like$4$ drops of water in$4$ a fountain
001:041,27['  ]| slowly falling in$4$ the brimming bowl.
001:041,28['  ]| Athy, who$6#1$ had been silent, said quietly:
001:041,29[O  ]| ~~ You are all wrong.
001:041,30['  ]| All turned towards him eagerly.
001:041,31[V  ]| ~~ Why?
001:041,32[V  ]| ~~ Do you know?
001:041,33[V  ]| ~~  Who$6#2$ told you?
001:041,34[V  ]| ~~ Tell us, Athy.
001:041,35['  ]| Athy pointed across the playground to$4$ where Simon*Moonan
001:041,36['  ]| was walking by$4$ himself kicking a stone before him.
001:041,37[O  ]| ~~ Ask him,
001:041,37['  ]| he said.
001:042,01['  ]| The fellows looked there and then said:
001:042,02[V  ]| ~~ Why him?
001:042,03[V  ]| ~~ Is he in$4$ it?
001:042,04[V  ]| ~~ Tell us, Athy. Go on$5$. You might if you know.
001:042,05['  ]| Athy lowered his voice and said:
001:042,06[O  ]| ~~ Do you know why those  fellows scut? I will$1$ tell you but
001:042,07[O  ]| you must not let on$5$ you know.
001:042,08['  ]| He paused for$4$ a moment and then said mysteriously:
001:042,09[O  ]| ~~ They were caught with Simon*Moonan and Tusker*Boyle
001:042,10[O  ]| in$4$ the square one night.
001:042,11['  ]| The fellows looked at him and asked:
001:042,12[V  ]| ~~ Caught?
001:042,13[V  ]| ~~ What doing?
001:042,14['  ]| Athy said:
001:042,15[O  ]| ~~ Smugging.
001:042,16['  ]| All the fellows were silent: and Athy said:
001:042,17[O  ]| ~~ And that$6#2$ is why.
001:042,18['  ]| Stephen looked at the faces of the fellows but they were all
001:042,19['  ]| looking across the playground. He wanted to$9$ ask somebody
001:042,20['  ]| about it. What did that$6#2$ mean about the smugging in$4$ the
001:042,21['  ]| square? Why did the five fellows out of the higher line run
001:042,22['  ]| away for$4$ that$6#2$? It was a joke, he thought. Simon*Moonan had
001:042,23['  ]| nice clothes and one night he had shown him a ball of creamy
001:042,24['  ]| sweets that$6#1$ the fellows of the football fifteen had rolled down
001:042,25['  ]| to$4$ him along the carpet in$4$ the middle of the refectory when he
001:042,26['  ]| was at the door. It was the night of the match against the
001:042,27['  ]| Bective*Rangers and the ball was made just like$4$ a red and
001:042,28['  ]| green apple only it opened and it was full of the creamy
001:042,29['  ]| sweets. And one day Boyle had said that$3$ an elephant had two
001:042,30['  ]| tuskers instead of two tusks and that$6#2$ was why he was called
001:042,31['  ]| Tusker*Boyle but some fellows called him Lady Boyle because
001:042,32['  ]| he was always at his nails, paring them.
001:042,33['  ]| Eileen had long thin cool white hands too because she was a
001:042,34['  ]| girl. They were like$4$ ivory; only soft. That$6#2$ was the meaning of
001:042,35['  ]| \Tower of Ivory\ but protestants could not understand it and
001:042,36['  ]| made fun of it. One day he had stood beside her looking into
001:043,01['  ]| the hotel grounds. A waiter was running up$5$ a trail of bunting
001:043,02['  ]| on$4$ the flagstaff and a fox terrier was scampering to$8$ and fro on$4$
001:043,03['  ]| the sunny lawn. She had put her hand into his pocket where
001:043,04['  ]| his hand was and he had felt how cool and thin and soft her
001:043,05['  ]| hand was. She had said that$3$ pockets were funny things to$9$
001:043,06['  ]| have: and then all of a sudden she had broken away and had
001:043,07['  ]| run laughing down the sloping curve of the path. Her fair hair
001:043,08['  ]| had streamed out behind her like$4$ gold in$4$ the sun. 
001:043,08[Z  ]| \Tower of\
001:043,09[Z  ]| \Ivory. House of Gold.\ 
001:043,09['  ]| By$4$ thinking of things you could understand
001:043,10['  ]| them.
001:043,11['  ]| But why in$4$ the square? You went there when you wanted to$9$
001:043,12['  ]| do something. It was all thick slabs of slate and water trickled
001:043,13['  ]| all day out of tiny pinholes and there was a queer smell of stale
001:043,14['  ]| water there. And behind the door of one of the  closets there
001:043,15['  ]| was a drawing in$4$ red pencil of a bearded man in$4$ a Roman
001:043,16['  ]| dress with a brick in$4$ each hand and underneath was the name
001:043,17['  ]| of the drawing:
001:043,18[Z  ]| \Balbus was building a wall.\
001:043,19['  ]| Some fellows had drawn it there for$4$ a cod. It had a funny
001:043,20['  ]| face but it was very like$4$ a man with a beard. And on$4$ the wall
001:043,21['  ]| of another closet there was written in$4$ backhand  in$4$ beautiful
001:043,22['  ]| writing:
001:043,23[Z  ]| \Julius*Ca*esar wrote The Calico Belly.\
001:043,24['  ]| Perhaps that$6#2$ was why they were there  because it was a
001:043,25['  ]| place where some fellows wrote things for$4$ cod. But all the
001:043,26['  ]| same it was queer what Athy said and the way he said it. It
001:043,27['  ]| was not a cod because they had run away. He looked with the
001:043,28['  ]| others in$4$ silence across the playground and began to$9$ feel
001:043,29['  ]| afraid.
001:043,30['  ]| At last Fleming said:
001:043,31[K  ]| ~~ And we are all to$9$ be punished for$4$ what other fellows did?
001:043,32[Q  ]| ~~ I will$1$ not come back, see if I do, 
001:043,32['  ]| Cecil*Thunder said.
001:043,32[Q  ]| Three
001:043,33[Q  ]| days'  silence in$4$ the refectory and sending us up$5$ for$4$ six and
001:043,34[Q  ]| eight every minute.
001:043,35[L  ]| ~~ Yes,
001:043,35['  ]| said Wells.
001:043,35[L  ]| And old Barrett has a new way of twisting
001:043,36[L  ]| the note so$3$ that$3$ you can not open it and fold it again to$9$ see
001:044,01[L  ]| how many ferula*e  you are to$9$ get. I will$1$ not come back too.
001:044,02[Q  ]| ~~ Yes,
001:044,02['  ]| said Cecil*Thunder,
001:044,02[Q  ]| and the prefect of studies was in$4$
001:044,03[Q  ]| second of grammar this morning.
001:044,04[K  ]| ~~ Let us get up$5$ a rebellion,
001:044,04['  ]| Fleming said.
001:044,04[K  ]| Will$1$ we?
001:044,05['  ]| All the fellows were silent. The air was very silent and you
001:044,06['  ]| could hear the cricketbats but more slowly than before: pick,
001:044,07['  ]| pock.
001:044,08['  ]| Wells asked:
001:044,09[L  ]| ~~ What is going to$9$ be done to$4$ them?
001:044,10[O  ]| ~~ Simon*Moonan and Tusker are going to$9$ be flogged, 
001:044,10['  ]| Athy
001:044,11['  ]| said, 
001:044,11[O  ]| and the fellows in$4$ the higher line got their choice of
001:044,12[O  ]| flogging or being expelled.
001:044,13[V  ]| ~~ And which$6#2$ are they taking? 
001:044,13['  ]| asked the fellow who$6#1$ had
001:044,14['  ]| spoken first.
001:044,15[O  ]| ~~ All are taking expulsion except Corrigan, 
001:044,15['  ]| Athy answered.
001:044,16[O  ]| He is going to$9$ be flogged by$4$ Mr*Gleeson.
001:044,17[K  ]| ~~ Is it Corrigan that$6#2$ big fellow?
001:044,17['  ]| said Fleming.
001:044,17[K  ]| Why, he would be
001:044,18[K  ]| able for$4$ two of Gleeson!
001:044,19[Q  ]| ~~ I know why,
001:044,19['  ]| Cecil*Thunder said.
001:044,19[Q  ]| He is right and the
001:044,20[Q  ]| other fellows are wrong because a flogging wears off after a bit
001:044,21[Q  ]| but a fellow that$6#1$ has been expelled from college is known all
001:044,22[Q  ]| his life on$4$  account of it. Besides Gleeson will$1$ not flog him hard.
001:044,23[K  ]| ~~ It is best of his play not to$9$, 
001:044,23['  ]| Fleming said.
001:044,24[Q  ]| ~~ I would not like$1$ to$9$ be Simon*Moonan and Tusker,  
001:044,24['  ]| Cecil*Thunder
001:044,25['  ]| said. 
001:044,25[Q  ]| But I do not believe they will$1$ be flogged. Perhaps
001:044,26[Q  ]| they will$1$ be sent up$5$ for$4$ twice nine.
001:044,27[O  ]| ~~ No$7$, no$7$,
001:044,27['  ]| said Athy.
001:044,27[O  ]| They will$1$ both get it on$4$ the vital spot.
001:044,28['  ]| Wells rubbed himself and said in$4$ a crying voice:
001:044,29[L  ]| ~~ Please, sir, let me off!
001:044,30['  ]| Athy grinned and turned up$5$ the sleeves of his jacket, saying:
001:044,31[O  ]| \It can not be helped;\
001:044,32[O  ]| \It must be done.\
001:044,33[O  ]| \So$3$ down with your breeches\
001:044,34[O  ]| \And out with your bum.\
001:045,01['  ]| The fellows laughed; but he felt that$3$ they were a little
001:045,02['  ]| afraid. In$4$ the silence of the soft grey air he heard the cricket-bats
001:045,03['  ]| from here and from there: pock. That$6#2$ was a sound to$9$
001:045,04['  ]| hear but if you were hit then you would feel a pain. The pandybat
001:045,05['  ]| made a sound too but not like$4$ that$6#2$. The fellows said it
001:045,06['  ]| was made of whalebone and leather with lead inside: and he
001:045,07['  ]| wondered what was the pain like$4$. There were different kinds
001:045,08['  ]| of pains  for$4$ all the different kinds of sounds. A long thin cane
001:045,09['  ]| would have a high whistling sound and he wondered what was
001:045,10['  ]| that$6#2$ pain like$4$. It made him shivery to$9$ think of it and cold: and
001:045,11['  ]| what Athy said too. But what was there to$9$ laugh at in$4$ it? It
001:045,12['  ]| made him shivery: but that$6#2$ was because you always felt like$4$ a
001:045,13['  ]| shiver when you let down your trousers. It was the same in$4$ the
001:045,14['  ]| bath when you undressed yourself. He wondered who$6#1$ had to$9$
001:045,15['  ]| let them down, the master or the boy himself. O how could
001:045,16['  ]| they laugh about it that$6#2$ way?
001:045,17['  ]| He looked at Athy's rolledup sleeves and knuckly inky
001:045,18['  ]| hands. He had rolled up$5$ his sleeves to$9$ show how Mr*Gleeson
001:045,19['  ]| would roll up$5$ his sleeves. But Mr*Gleeson had round shiny
001:045,20['  ]| cuffs and clean white wrists and fattish white hands and the
001:045,21['  ]| nails of them were long and pointed. Perhaps he pared them
001:045,22['  ]| too like$4$ Lady Boyle. But they were terribly long and pointed
001:045,23['  ]| nails. So$5#1$ long and cruel they were though the white fattish
001:045,24['  ]| hands were not cruel but gentle. And though he trembled with
001:045,25['  ]| cold and fright to$9$ think of the cruel long nails and of the high
001:045,26['  ]| whistling sound of the cane and of the chill you felt at the end
001:045,27['  ]| of your shirt when you undressed yourself yet he felt a feeling
001:045,28['  ]| of queer quiet pleasure inside him to$9$ think of the white fattish
001:045,29['  ]| hands, clean and strong  and gentle. And he thought of what
001:045,30['  ]| Cecil*Thunder had said; that$3$ Mr*Gleeson would not flog
001:045,31['  ]| Corrigan hard. And Fleming had said he would not because it
001:045,32['  ]| was  best of his play not to$9$. But that$6#2$ was not why.
001:045,33['  ]| A voice from far out on$4$ the playground cried:
001:045,34[X  ]| ~~ All in$5$!
001:045,35['  ]| And other voices cried:
001:045,36[X  ]| ~~ All in$5$! All in$5$!
001:046,01['  ]| During the writing lesson he sat with his arms folded,
001:046,02['  ]| listening to$4$ the slow scraping of the pens. Mr*Harford went to$8$
001:046,03['  ]| and fro making little signs in$4$ red pencil and sometimes sitting
001:046,04['  ]| beside the boy to$9$ show him how to$9$ hold the pen. He had tried
001:046,05['  ]| to$9$ spell out the headline for$4$ himself though he knew already
001:046,06['  ]| what it was for$3$ it was the last of the book. 
001:046,06[Z  ]| \Zeal without prudence\
001:046,07[Z  ]| \is like$4$ a ship adrift.\
001:046,07['  ]| But the lines of the letters were like$4$
001:046,08['  ]| fine invisible threads and it was only by$4$ closing his right eye
001:046,09['  ]| tight tight and staring out of the left eye that$6#1$ he could make
001:046,10['  ]| out the full curves of the capital.
001:046,11['  ]| But Mr*Harford was very decent and never got into a wax.
001:046,12['  ]| All the other masters got into dreadful waxes. But why were
001:046,13['  ]| they to$9$ suffer for$4$ what fellows in$4$ the higher line did? Wells had
001:046,14['  ]| said that$3$ they had drunk some of the altar wine out of the
001:046,15['  ]| press in$4$ the sacristy and that$3$ it had been found out who$6#1$ had
001:046,16['  ]| done it by$4$ the smell. Perhaps they had stolen a monstrance to$9$
001:046,17['  ]| run away with it and sell it somewhere. That$6#2$ must have been a
001:046,18['  ]| terrible sin, to$9$ go in$4$ there quietly at night, to$9$ open the dark
001:046,19['  ]| press and steal the flashing gold thing into which$6#1$ God was put
001:046,20['  ]| on$4$ the altar in$4$ the middle of flowers and candles at benediction
001:046,21['  ]| while the incense went up$5$ in$4$ clouds at both sides as the
001:046,22['  ]| fellow swung the censer and Dominic*Kelly sang the first part
001:046,23['  ]| by$4$ himself in$4$ the choir. But God was not in$4$ it of course when
001:046,24['  ]| they stole it. But still it was a strange and a great sin even to$9$
001:046,25['  ]| touch it. He thought of it with deep awe; a terrible and strange
001:046,26['  ]| sin: it thrilled him to$9$ think of it in$4$ the silence when the pens
001:046,27['  ]| scraped lightly. But to$9$ drink the altar wine out of the press
001:046,28['  ]| and be found out by$4$ the smell was a sin too: but it was not
001:046,29['  ]| terrible and strange. It only made you feel a little sickish on$4$
001:046,30['  ]| account of the smell of the wine. Because on$4$ the day when he
001:046,31['  ]| had made his first holy communion in$4$  the chapel he had shut
001:046,32['  ]| his eyes and opened his mouth and put out his tongue a little:
001:046,33['  ]| and when the rector had stooped down to$9$ give him the holy
001:046,34['  ]| communion he had smelt a faint winy smell off the rector's
001:046,35['  ]| breath after the wine of the mass. The word was beautiful:
001:046,36['  ]| wine. It made you think of dark purple because the grapes
001:047,01['  ]| were dark purple that$6#1$ grew in$4$ Greece outside houses like$4$
001:047,02['  ]| white temples. But the faint smell off the rector's breath had
001:047,03['  ]| made him feel a sick feeling on$4$ the morning of his first communion.
001:047,04['  ]| The day of your first communion was the happiest
001:047,05['  ]| day of your life. And once a lot of generals had asked Napoleon
001:047,06['  ]| what was the happiest day of his life. They thought he
001:047,07['  ]| would say the day he won some great battle or the day he was
001:047,08['  ]| made an emperor. But he said:
001:047,09[Z  ]| ~~ Gentlemen, the happiest day of my life was the day on$4$
001:047,10[Z  ]| which$6#1$ I made my first holy communion.
001:047,11['  ]| Father*Arnall came in$5$ and the Latin lesson began and he
001:047,12['  ]| remained still, leaning on$4$ the desk with his arms folded. Father*Arnall
001:047,13['  ]| gave out the themebooks and he said that$3$ they
001:047,14['  ]| were scandalous and that$3$ they were all to$9$ be written out again
001:047,15['  ]| with the corrections at once. But the worst of all was Fleming's
001:047,16['  ]| theme because the pages were stuck together by$4$ a blot:
001:047,17['  ]| and Father*Arnall held it up$5$ by$4$ a corner and said it was an
001:047,18['  ]| insult to$4$ any master to$9$ send him up$5$ such a theme. Then he
001:047,19['  ]| asked Jack*Lawton to$9$ decline the noun \mare\ and Jack*Lawton
001:047,20['  ]| stopped at the ablative singular and could not go on$5$ with the
001:047,21['  ]| plural.
001:047,22[J  ]| ~~ You should be ashamed of yourself, 
001:047,22['  ]| said Father*Arnall
001:047,23['  ]| sternly.
001:047,23[J  ]| You, the leader of the class!
001:047,24['  ]| Then he asked the next boy and the next and the next.
001:047,25['  ]| Nobody knew. Father*Arnall became very quiet, more and
001:047,26['  ]| more quiet as each boy tried to$9$ answer and could not. But his
001:047,27['  ]| face was blacklooking and his eyes were staring though his
001:047,28['  ]| voice was so$5#1$ quiet. Then he asked Fleming and Fleming said
001:047,29['  ]| that$3$ that$6#2$ word had no$2$ plural. Father*Arnall suddenly shut the
001:047,30['  ]| book and shouted at him:
001:047,31[J  ]| ~~ Kneel out there in$4$ the middle of the class. You are one of
001:047,32[J  ]| the idlest boys I ever met. Copy out your themes again the rest
001:047,33[J  ]| of you.
001:047,34['  ]| Fleming moved heavily out of his place and knelt between
001:047,35['  ]| the two last benches. The others boys bent over their theme-books
001:047,36['  ]| and began to$9$ write. A silence filled the classroom and
001:048,01['  ]| Stephen, glancing* timidly at Father*Arnall's dark face, saw that$3$
001:048,02['  ]| it was a little red from the wax he was in$4$.
001:048,03['  ]| Was that$6#2$ a sin for$4$ Father*Arnall to$9$ be in$4$ a wax or was he
001:048,04['  ]| allowed to$9$ get into a wax when the boys were idle because that$6#2$
001:048,05['  ]| made them study better or was he only letting on$5$ to$9$ be in$4$ a
001:048,06['  ]| wax? It was because he was allowed because a priest would
001:048,07['  ]| know what a sin was and would not do it. But if he did it one
001:048,08['  ]| time by$4$ mistake what would he do to$9$ go to$4$ confession? Perhaps
001:048,09['  ]| he would go to$4$ confession to$4$ the minister. And if the
001:048,10['  ]| minister did it he would go to$4$ the rector: and the rector to$4$ the
001:048,11['  ]| provincial: and the provincial to$4$ the general of the jesuits.
001:048,12['  ]| That$6#2$ was called the order: and he had heard his father say
001:048,13['  ]| that$3$ they were all clever men. They could all have become
001:048,14['  ]| highup people in$4$ the world if they had not become jesuits.
001:048,15['  ]| And he wondered what Father*Arnall and Paddy*Barrett
001:048,16['  ]| would have become and what Mr*McGlade and Mr*Gleeson
001:048,17['  ]| would have become if they had not become jesuits. It was hard
001:048,18['  ]| to$9$ think what because you would have to$9$ think of them in$4$ a
001:048,19['  ]| different way with different coloured coats and trousers and
001:048,20['  ]| with beards and moustaches and different kinds of hats.
001:048,21['  ]| The door opened quietly and closed. A quick whisper ran
001:048,22['  ]| through the class: the prefect of studies. There was an instant
001:048,23['  ]| of dead silence and then the loud crack of a pandybat on$4$ the
001:048,24['  ]| last desk. Stephen's heart leapt up$5$ in$4$ fear.
001:048,25[P  ]| ~~ Any boys want flogging here, Father*Arnall?
001:048,25['  ]| cried the
001:048,26['  ]| prefect of studies.
001:048,26[P  ]| Any lazy idle loafers that$6#1$ want flogging in$4$
001:048,27[P  ]| this class?
001:048,28['  ]| He came to$4$ the middle of the class and saw Fleming on$4$ his
001:048,29['  ]| knees.
001:048,30[P  ]| ~~ Hoho!
001:048,30['  ]| he cried.
001:048,30[P  ]| Who$6#2$ is this boy? Why is he on$4$ his knees?
001:048,31[P  ]| What is your name, boy?
001:048,32[K  ]| ~~ Fleming, sir.
001:048,33[P  ]| ~~ Hoho, Fleming! An idler of course. I can see it in$4$ your
001:048,34[P  ]| eye. Why is he on$4$ his knees, Father*Arnall?
001:048,35[J  ]| ~~ He wrote a bad Latin theme,
001:048,35['  ]| Father*Arnall said,
001:048,35[J  ]| and he
001:048,36[J  ]| missed all the questions in$4$ grammar.
001:049,01[P  ]| ~~ Of course he did!
001:049,01['  ]| cried the prefect of studies.
001:049,01[P  ]| Of course
001:049,02[P  ]| he did! A born idler! I can see it in$4$ the corner of his eye.
001:049,03['  ]| He banged his pandybat down on$4$ the desk and cried:
001:049,04[P  ]| ~~  Up$5$, Fleming! Up$5$, my boy!
001:049,05['  ]| Fleming stood up$5$ slowly.
001:049,06[P  ]| ~~ Hold out!
001:049,06['  ]| cried the prefect of studies.
001:049,07['  ]| Fleming held out his hand. The pandybat came down on$4$ it
001:049,08['  ]| with a loud smacking sound: one, two, three, four, five, six.
001:049,09[P  ]| ~~ Other hand!
001:049,10['  ]| The pandybat came down again in$4$ six loud quick smacks.
001:049,11[P  ]| ~~ Kneel down!
001:049,11['  ]| cried the prefect of studies.
001:049,12['  ]| Fleming knelt down squeezing his hands under his armpits,
001:049,13['  ]| his face contorted with pain, but Stephen knew how hard his
001:049,14['  ]| hands were because Fleming was always rubbing rosin into
001:049,15['  ]| them. But perhaps he was in$4$ great pain for$4$ the noise of the
001:049,16['  ]| pandies was terrible. Stephen's heart was beating and fluttering.
001:049,17[P  ]| ~~ At your work, all of you! 
001:049,17['  ]| shouted the prefect of studies.
001:049,18[P  ]| We want no$2$ lazy idle loafers here, lazy idle little schemers. At
001:049,19[P  ]| your work, I tell you. Father*Dolan will$1$ be in$5$ to$9$ see you every
001:049,20[P  ]| day. Father*Dolan will$1$ be in$5$ tomorrow.
001:049,21['  ]| He poked one of the boys in$4$ the side with the pandybat,
001:049,22['  ]| saying:
001:049,23[P  ]| ~~ You, boy! When will$1$ Father*Dolan be in$5$ again?
001:049,24[V  ]| ~~ Tomorrow, sir,
001:049,24['  ]| said Tom*Furlong's voice.
001:049,25[P  ]| ~~ Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
001:049,25['  ]| said the prefect
001:049,26['  ]| of studies. 
001:049,26[P  ]| Make up$5$ your minds for$4$ that$6#2$. Every day Father*Dolan.
001:049,27[P  ]| Write away. You, boy, who$6#2$ are you?
001:049,28['  ]| Stephen's heart jumped suddenly.
001:049,29[B  ]| ~~ Dedalus, sir.
001:049,30[P  ]| ~~ Why are you not writing like$4$ the others?
001:049,31[B  ]| ~~ I ~~ my ~~
001:049,32['  ]| He could not speak with fright.
001:049,33[P  ]| ~~ Why is he not writing, Father*Arnall?
001:049,34[J  ]| ~~ He broke his glasses,
001:049,34['  ]| said Father*Arnall,
001:049,34[J  ]| and I exempted
001:049,35[J  ]| him from work.
001:050,01[P  ]| ~~ Broke? What is this I hear? What is this your name is?
001:050,02['  ]| said the prefect of studies.
001:050,03[B  ]| ~~ Dedalus, sir.
001:050,04[P  ]| ~~ Out here, Dedalus. Lazy little schemer. I see schemer in$4$
001:050,05[P  ]| your face. Where did you break your glasses?
001:050,06['  ]| Stephen stumbled into the middle of the class, blinded by$4$
001:050,07['  ]| fear and haste.
001:050,08[P  ]| ~~ Where did you break your glasses? 
001:050,08['  ]| repeated the prefect
001:050,09['  ]| of studies.
001:050,10[B  ]| ~~ The cinderpath, sir.
001:050,11[P  ]| ~~ Hoho! The cinderpath!
001:050,11['  ]| cried the prefect of studies. 
001:050,11[P  ]| I
001:050,12[P  ]| know that$6#2$ trick.
001:050,13['  ]| Stephen lifted his eyes in$4$ wonder and saw for$4$ a moment
001:050,14['  ]| Father*Dolan's whitegrey not young face, his baldy whitegrey
001:050,15['  ]| head with fluff at the sides of it, the steel rims of his spectacles
001:050,16['  ]| and his nocoloured eyes looking through the glasses. Why did
001:050,17['  ]| he say he knew that$6#2$ trick?
001:050,18[P  ]| ~~ Lazy idle little loafer! 
001:050,18['  ]| cried the prefect of studies. 
001:050,18[P  ]| Broke
001:050,19[P  ]| my glasses! An old schoolboy trick! Out with your hand this
001:050,20[P  ]| moment!
001:050,21['  ]| Stephen closed his eyes and held out in$4$ the air his trembling
001:050,22['  ]| hand with the palm upwards. He felt the prefect of studies
001:050,23['  ]| touch it for$4$ a moment at the fingers to$9$ straighten it and then
001:050,24['  ]| the swish of the sleeve of the soutane as the pandybat was
001:050,25['  ]| lifted to$9$ strike. A hot burning stinging tingling blow like$4$ the
001:050,26['  ]| loud crack of a broken stick made his trembling hand crumple
001:050,27['  ]| together like$4$ a leaf in$4$ the fire: and at the sound and the pain
001:050,28['  ]| scalding tears were driven into his eyes. His whole body was
001:050,29['  ]| shaking with fright, his arm was shaking and his crumpled
001:050,30['  ]| burning livid hand shook like$4$ a loose leaf in$4$ the air. A cry
001:050,31['  ]| sprang to$4$ his lips, a prayer to$9$ be let off. But though the tears
001:050,32['  ]| scalded his eyes and his limbs quivered with pain and fright he
001:050,33['  ]| held back the hot tears and the cry that$6#1$ scalded his throat.
001:050,34[P  ]| ~~ Other hand!
001:050,34['  ]| shouted the prefect of studies.
001:050,35['  ]| Stephen drew back his maimed and quivering right arm and
001:050,36['  ]| held out his left hand. The soutane sleeve swished again as the
001:051,01['  ]| pandybat was lifted and a loud crashing sound and a fierce
001:051,02['  ]| maddening tingling burning pain made his hand shrink together
001:051,03['  ]| with the palms and fingers in$4$ a livid quivering mass.
001:051,04['  ]| The scalding water burst forth from his eyes and, burning with
001:051,05['  ]| shame and agony and fear, he drew back his shaking arm in$4$
001:051,06['  ]| terror and burst out into a whine of pain. His body shook with
001:051,07['  ]| a palsy of fright and in$4$ shame and rage he felt the scalding cry
001:051,08['  ]| come from his throat and the scalding tears falling out of his
001:051,09['  ]| eyes and down his flaming cheeks.
001:051,10[P  ]| ~~ Kneel down! 
001:051,10['  ]| cried the prefect of studies.
001:051,11['  ]| Stephen knelt down quickly pressing his beaten hands to$4$ his
001:051,12['  ]| sides. To$9$ think of them  beaten and swollen with pain all in$4$ a
001:051,13['  ]| moment made him feel so$5#1$ sorry for$4$ them as if they were not
001:051,14['  ]| his own but someone else's that$6#1$ he felt sorry for$4$. And as he
001:051,15['  ]| knelt, calming the last sobs in$4$ his throat and feeling the burning
001:051,16['  ]| tingling pain pressed in$5$ to$4$ his sides, he thought of the
001:051,17['  ]| hands which$6#1$ he had held out in$4$ the air with the palms up$5$ and
001:051,18['  ]| of the firm touch of the prefect of studies when he had steadied
001:051,19['  ]| the shaking fingers and of the beaten swollen reddened
001:051,20['  ]| mass of palm and fingers that$6#1$ shook helplessly  in$4$ the air.
001:051,21[P  ]| ~~ Get at your work, all of you, 
001:051,21['  ]| cried the prefect of studies
001:051,22['  ]| from the door.
001:051,22[P  ]| Father*Dolan will$1$ be in$5$ every day to$9$ see if any
001:051,23[P  ]| boy, any lazy idle little loafer wants flogging. Every day.
001:051,24[P  ]| Every day.
001:051,25['  ]| The door closed behind him.
001:051,26['  ]| The hushed class continued to$9$ copy out the themes. Father*Arnall
001:051,27['  ]| rose from his seat and went among them, helping the
001:051,28['  ]| boys with gentle words and telling them the mistakes they had
001:051,29['  ]| made. His voice was very gentle and soft. Then he returned to$4$
001:051,30['  ]| his seat and said to$4$ Fleming and Stephen:
001:051,31[J  ]| ~~ You may return to$4$ your places, you two.
001:051,32['  ]| Fleming and Stephen rose and, walking to$4$ their seats, sat
001:051,33['  ]| down. Stephen, scarlet with shame, opened a book quickly
001:051,34['  ]| with one weak hand and bent down upon$4$ it, his face close to$4$
001:051,35['  ]| the page.
001:051,36['  ]| It was unfair and cruel because the doctor had told him not
001:052,01['  ]| to$9$ read without glasses and he had written home to$4$ his father
001:052,02['  ]| that$6#2$ morning to$9$ send him a new pair. And Father*Arnall had
001:052,03['  ]| said that$3$ he need not study till the new glasses came. Then to$9$
001:052,04['  ]| be called a schemer before the class and to$9$ be pandied when
001:052,05['  ]| he always got the card for$4$ first or second and was the leader of
001:052,06['  ]| the Yorkists! How could the prefect of studies know that$3$ it
001:052,07['  ]| was a trick? He felt the touch of the prefect's fingers as they
001:052,08['  ]| had steadied his hand and at first he had thought he was going
001:052,09['  ]| to$9$ shake hands with him because the fingers were soft and
001:052,10['  ]| firm: but then in$4$ an instant he had heard the swish of the
001:052,11['  ]| soutane sleeve and the crash. It was cruel and unfair to$9$ make
001:052,12['  ]| him kneel in$4$ the middle of the class then: and Father*Arnall
001:052,13['  ]| had told them both that$3$ they might return to$4$ their places
001:052,14['  ]| without making any difference between them. He listened to$4$
001:052,15['  ]| Father*Arnall's low and gentle voice as he corrected the
001:052,16['  ]| themes. Perhaps he was sorry now and wanted to$9$ be decent.
001:052,17['  ]| But it was unfair and cruel. The prefect of studies was a priest
001:052,18['  ]| but that$6#2$ was cruel and unfair. And his whitegrey face and the
001:052,19['  ]| nocoloured eyes behind the steelrimmed spectacles were
001:052,20['  ]| cruel looking because he had steadied the hand first with his
001:052,21['  ]| firm soft fingers and that$6#2$ was to$9$ hit it better and louder.
001:052,22[K  ]| ~~ It is a stinking mean thing, that$6#2$ is what it is, 
001:052,22['  ]| said Fleming
001:052,23['  ]| in$4$ the corridor as the classes were passing out in$4$ file to$4$ the
001:052,24['  ]| refectory, to$9$ pandy a fellow for$4$ what is not his fault.
001:052,25[V  ]| ~~ You really broke your glasses by$4$ accident, did not you?
001:052,26['  ]| Nasty*Roche asked.
001:052,27['  ]| Stephen felt his heart filled by$4$ Fleming's words and did not
001:052,28['  ]| answer.
001:052,29[K  ]| ~~ Of course he did!
001:052,29['  ]| said Fleming.
001:052,29[K  ]| I would not stand it. I would go
001:052,30[K  ]| up$5$ and tell the rector on$4$ him.
001:052,31[Q  ]| ~~ Yes, 
001:052,31['  ]| said Cecil*Thunder eagerly, 
001:052,31[Q  ]| and I saw him lift the
001:052,32[Q  ]| pandybat over his shoulder and he is not allowed to$9$ do that$6#2$.
001:052,33[V  ]| ~~ Did they hurt much?
001:052,33['  ]| Nasty*Roche asked.
001:052,34[B  ]| ~~ Very much,
001:052,34['  ]| Stephen said.
001:052,35[K  ]| ~~ I wouldn't stand it, 
001:052,35['  ]| Fleming repeated,
001:052,35[K  ]| from Baldyhead or
001:052,36[K  ]| any other Baldyhead. It is a stinking mean low trick, that$6#2$ is
001:053,01[K  ]| what it is. I would go straight up$5$ to$4$ the rector and tell him about it
001:053,02[K  ]| after dinner.
001:053,03[Q  ]| ~~ Yes, do. Yes, do,
001:053,03['  ]| said Cecil*Thunder.
001:053,04[V  ]| ~~ Yes, do. Yes, go up$5$ and tell the rector on$4$ him, Dedalus,
001:053,05['  ]| said Nasty*Roche, 
001:053,05[V  ]| because he said that$3$ he would come in$5$ tomorrow
001:053,06[V  ]| again to$9$ pandy you.
001:053,07[Y  ]| ~~ Yes, yes. Tell the rector, all said.
001:053,08['  ]| And there were some fellows out of second of grammar
001:053,09['  ]| listening and one of them said:
001:053,10[V  ]| ~~ The senate and the Roman people declared that$3$ Dedalus
001:053,11[V  ]| had been wrongly punished.
001:053,12['  ]| It was wrong; it was unfair and cruel: and, as he sat in$4$ the
001:053,13['  ]| refectory, he suffered time after time in$4$ memory the same
001:053,14['  ]| humiliation until he began to$9$ wonder whether it might not
001:053,15['  ]| really be that$3$ there was something in$4$ his face which$6#1$ made him
001:053,16['  ]| look like$4$ a schemer and he wished he had a little mirror to$9$ see.
001:053,17['  ]| But there could not be; and it was unjust and cruel and unfair.
001:053,18['  ]| He could not eat the blackish fish fritters they got on$4$
001:053,19['  ]| Wednesdays in$4$ Lent and one of his potatoes had the mark of
001:053,20['  ]| the spade in$4$ it. Yes, he would do what the fellows had told
001:053,21['  ]| him. He would go up$5$ and tell the rector that$3$ he had been
001:053,22['  ]| wrongly punished. A thing like$4$ that$6#2$ had been done before by$4$
001:053,23['  ]| somebody in$4$ history, by$4$ some great person whose head was in$4$
001:053,24['  ]| the books of history. And the rector would declare that$3$ he had
001:053,25['  ]| been wrongly punished because the senate and the Roman
001:053,26['  ]| people always declared that$3$ the men who$6#1$ did that$6#2$ had been
001:053,27['  ]| wrongly punished. Those were the great men whose names
001:053,28['  ]| were in$4$ Richmal*Magnall's Questions. History was all about
001:053,29['  ]| those men and what they did and that$6#2$ was what Peter*Parley's
001:053,30['  ]| Tales about Greece and Rome were all about. Peter*Parley
001:053,31['  ]| himself was on$4$ the first page in$4$ a picture. There was a road
001:053,32['  ]| over a heath with grass at the side and little bushes: and Peter*Parley
001:053,33['  ]| had a broad hat like$4$ a protestant minister and a big
001:053,34['  ]| stick and he was walking fast along the road to$4$ Greece and
001:053,35['  ]| Rome.
001:054,01['  ]| It was easy what he had to$9$ do. All he had to$9$ do  was when
001:054,02['  ]| the dinner was over and he came out in$4$ his turn to$9$ go on$5$
001:054,03['  ]| walking but not out to$4$ the corridor but up$4$ the staircase on$4$ the
001:054,04['  ]| right that$6#1$ led to$4$ the castle. He had nothing to$9$ do but that$6#2$: to$9$
001:054,05['  ]| turn to$4$ the right and walk fast up$4$ the staircase and in$4$ half a
001:054,06['  ]| minute he would be in$4$ the low dark narrow corridor that$6#1$ led
001:054,07['  ]| through the castle to$4$ the rector's room. And every fellow
001:054,08['  ]| had said that$3$ it was unfair, even the fellow out of second of
001:054,09['  ]| grammar who$6#1$ had said that$6#2$ about the senate and the Roman
001:054,10['  ]| people.
001:054,11['  ]| What would happen? He heard the fellows of the higher
001:054,12['  ]| line stand up$5$ at the top of the refectory and heard their steps
001:054,13['  ]| as they came down the matting: Paddy*Rath and Jimmy*Magee
001:054,14['  ]| and the Spaniard and the Portuguese and the fifth was
001:054,15['  ]| big Corrigan who$6#1$ was going to$9$ be flogged by$4$ Mr*Gleeson.
001:054,16['  ]| That$6#2$ was why the prefect of studies had called him a schemer
001:054,17['  ]| and pandied him for$4$ nothing: and, straining his weak eyes,
001:054,18['  ]| tired with the tears, he watched big Corrigan's broad shoulders
001:054,19['  ]| and big hanging black head passing in$4$ the file. But he had
001:054,20['  ]| done something and besides Mr*Gleeson would not flog him
001:054,21['  ]| hard: and he remembered how big Corrigan looked in$4$ the
001:054,22['  ]| bath. He had skin the same colour as the turfcoloured bogwater
001:054,23['  ]| in$4$ the shallow end of the bath and when he walked
001:054,24['  ]| along the side his feet slapped loudly on$4$ the wet tiles and at
001:054,25['  ]| every step his thighs  shook a little because he was fat.
001:054,26['  ]| The refectory was half empty and the fellows were still
001:054,27['  ]| passing out in$4$ file. He could go up$4$ the staircase because there
001:054,28['  ]| was never a priest or a prefect outside the refectory door. But
001:054,29['  ]| he could not go. The rector would side with the prefect of
001:054,30['  ]| studies and think it was a schoolboy trick and then the prefect
001:054,31['  ]| of studies would come in$5$ every day the same only it would be
001:054,32['  ]| worse because he would be dreadfully waxy at any fellow
001:054,33['  ]| going up$5$ to$4$ the rector about him. The fellows had told him to$9$
001:054,34['  ]| go but they would not go themselves. They had forgotten all
001:054,35['  ]| about it. No$7$, it was best to$9$ forget all about it and perhaps the
001:054,36['  ]| prefect of studies had only said he would come in$5$. No$7$, it was
001:055,01['  ]| best to$9$ hide out of the way because when you were small and
001:055,02['  ]| young you could often escape that$6#2$ way.
001:055,03['  ]| The fellows at his table stood up$5$. He stood up$5$ and passed
001:055,04['  ]| out among them in$4$ the file. He had to$9$ decide. He was coming
001:055,05['  ]| near the door. If he went on$5$ with the fellows he could never go
001:055,06['  ]| up$5$ to$4$ the rector because he could not leave the playground for$4$
001:055,07['  ]| that$6#2$. And if he went and was pandied all the same all the
001:055,08['  ]| fellows would make fun and talk about young Dedalus going
001:055,09['  ]| up$5$ to$4$ the rector to$9$ tell on$4$ the prefect of studies.
001:055,10['  ]| He  was walking down along the matting and he saw the
001:055,11['  ]| door before him. It was impossible: he could not. He thought
001:055,12['  ]| of the baldy head of the prefect of studies with the cruel
001:055,13['  ]| nocoloured eyes looking at him and he heard the voice of the
001:055,14['  ]| prefect of studies asking him twice what his name was. Why
001:055,15['  ]| could he not remember the name when he was told the first
001:055,16['  ]| time? Was he not listening the first time or was it to$9$ make fun
001:055,17['  ]| out of the name? The great men in$4$ the history had names like$4$
001:055,18['  ]| that$6#2$ and nobody made fun of them. It was his own name that$6#1$
001:055,19['  ]| he should have made fun of if he wanted to$9$ make fun. Dolan:
001:055,20['  ]| it was like$4$ the name of a woman that$6#1$ washed clothes.
001:055,21['  ]| He had reached the door and, turning quickly up$5$ to$4$ the
001:055,22['  ]| right, walked up$4$ the stairs and, before he could make up$5$ his
001:055,23['  ]| mind to$9$ come back, he had entered the low dark narrow
001:055,24['  ]| corridor that$6#1$ led to$4$ the castle. And as he crossed the threshold
001:055,25['  ]| of the door of the corridor  he saw, without turning his head to$9$
001:055,26['  ]| look, that$3$ all the fellows were looking after him as they went
001:055,27['  ]| filing by$5$.
001:055,28['  ]| He passed along the narrow dark corridor, passing little
001:055,29['  ]| doors that$6#1$ were the doors of the rooms of the community. He
001:055,30['  ]| peered in$4$ front of him and right and left through the gloom
001:055,31['  ]| and thought that$3$ those must be portraits. It was dark and
001:055,32['  ]| silent and his eyes were weak and tired with tears so$3$ that$3$ he
001:055,33['  ]| could not see. But he thought they were the portraits of the
001:055,34['  ]| saints and great men of the order who$6#1$ were looking down on$4$
001:055,35['  ]| him silently as he passed: saint Ignatius Loyola holding an
001:055,36['  ]| open book and pointing to$4$ the words \7Ad 7Majorem 7Dei\
001:056,01['  ]| \7Gloriam\ in$4$ it, saint*Francis*Xavier pointing to$4$ his chest,
001:056,02['  ]| Lorenzo*Ricci with his berretta on$4$ his head like$4$ one of the
001:056,03['  ]| prefects of the lines, the three patrons of holy youth,
001:056,04['  ]| saint*Stanislaus*Kostka, saint*Aloysius*Gonzaga and blessed
001:056,05['  ]| John*Berchmans, all with young faces because they died when they
001:056,06['  ]| were young, and Father*Peter*Kenny sitting in$4$ a chair wrapped
001:056,07['  ]| in$4$ a big cloak.
001:056,08['  ]| He came out on$4$ the landing above the entrance hall and
001:056,09['  ]| looked about him. That$6#2$ was where Hamilton*Rowan had
001:056,10['  ]| passed and the marks of the soldiers' slugs were there. And it
001:056,11['  ]| was there that$3$ the old servants had seen the ghost in$4$ the white
001:056,12['  ]| cloak of a marshal.
001:056,13['  ]| An old servant was sweeping at the end of the landing. He
001:056,14['  ]| asked him where was the rector's room and the old servant
001:056,15['  ]| pointed to$4$ the door at the far end and looked after him as he
001:056,16['  ]| went on$5$ to$4$ it and knocked.
001:056,17['  ]| There was no$2$ answer. He knocked again more loudly and
001:056,18['  ]| his heart jumped when he heard a muffled voice say:
001:056,19[R  ]| ~~ Come in$5$!
001:056,20['  ]| He turned the handle and opened the door and fumbled for$4$
001:056,21['  ]| the handle of the green baize door inside. He found it and
001:056,22['  ]| pushed it open and went in$5$.
001:056,23['  ]| He saw the rector sitting at a desk writing. There was a
001:056,24['  ]| skull on$4$ the desk and a strange solemn smell in$4$ the room like$4$
001:056,25['  ]| the old leather of chairs.
001:056,26['  ]| His heart was beating fast on$4$ account of the solemn place
001:056,27['  ]| he was in$5$ and the silence of the room:  and he looked at the
001:056,28['  ]| skull and at the rector's kindlooking face.
001:056,29[R  ]| ~~ Well, my little man, said the rector, what is it?
001:056,30['  ]| Stephen swallowed down the thing in$4$ his throat and said:
001:056,31[B  ]| ~~ I broke my glasses, sir.
001:056,32['  ]| The rector opened his mouth and said:
001:056,33[R  ]| ~~ O!
001:056,34['  ]| Then he smiled and said:
001:056,35[R  ]| ~~ Well, if we broke our glasses we must write home for$4$ a
001:056,36['  ]| new pair.
001:057,01[B  ]| ~~ I wrote home, sir, said Stephen, and Father*Arnall said I
001:057,02['  ]| am not to$9$ study till they come.
001:057,03[R  ]| ~~ Quite right!
001:057,03['  ]| said the rector.
001:057,04['  ]| Stephen swallowed down the thing again  and tried to$9$ keep
001:057,05['  ]| his legs and his voice from shaking.
001:057,06[B  ]| ~~ But, sir ~~
001:057,07[R  ]| ~~ Yes?
001:057,08[B  ]| ~~ Father*Dolan came in$5$ today and pandied me because I
001:057,09[B  ]| was not writing my theme.
001:057,10['  ]| The rector looked at him in$4$ silence and he could feel the
001:057,11['  ]| blood rising to$4$ his face and the tears about to$9$ rise to$4$ his eyes.
001:057,12['  ]| The rector said:
001:057,13[R  ]| ~~ Your name is Dedalus, isn't it?
001:057,14[B  ]| ~~ Yes, sir.
001:057,15[R  ]| ~~ And where did you break your glasses?
001:057,16[B  ]| ~~  On$4$ the cinderpath, sir. A fellow was coming out of the
001:057,17[B  ]| bicycle house and I fell and they got broken. I don't know the
001:057,18[B  ]| fellow's name.
001:057,19['  ]| The rector looked at him again in$4$ silence. Then he smiled
001:057,20['  ]| and said:
001:057,21[R  ]| ~~ O, well, it was a mistake; I am sure Father*Dolan did not
001:057,22[R  ]| know.
001:057,23[B  ]| ~~ But I told him I broke them, sir, and he pandied me.
001:057,24[R  ]| ~~ Did you tell him that$3$ you had written home for$4$ a new
001:057,25[R  ]| pair? 
001:057,25['  ]| the rector asked.
001:057,26[B  ]| ~~ No$7$, sir.
001:057,27[R  ]| ~~ O well then,
001:057,27['  ]| said the rector,
001:057,27[R  ]| Father*Dolan did not understand.
001:057,28[R  ]| You can say that$3$ I excuse you from your lessons for$4$ a
001:057,29[R  ]| few days.
001:057,30['  ]| Stephen said quickly for$4$ fear his trembling would prevent
001:057,31['  ]| him:
001:057,32[B  ]| ~~ Yes, sir, but Father*Dolan said he will$1$ come in$5$ tomorrow
001:057,33[B  ]| to$9$ pandy me again for$4$ it.
001:057,34[R  ]| ~~ Very well,
001:057,34['  ]| the rector said,
001:057,34[R  ]| it is a mistake and I shall
001:057,35[R  ]| speak to$4$ Father*Dolan myself. Will$1$ that$6#2$ do now?
001:057,36['  ]| Stephen felt the tears wetting his eyes and murmured:
001:058,01[B  ]| ~~ O yes sir, thanks.
001:058,02['  ]| The rector held his hand across the side of the desk where
001:058,03['  ]| the skull was and Stephen, placing his hand in$4$ it for$4$ a moment,
001:058,04['  ]| felt a cool moist palm.
001:058,05[R  ]| ~~ Good day now,
001:058,05['  ]| said the rector, withdrawing his hand and
001:058,06['  ]| bowing.
001:058,07[B  ]| ~~ Good day, sir,
001:058,07['  ]| said Stephen.
001:058,08['  ]| He bowed and walked quietly out of the room, closing the
001:058,09['  ]| doors carefully and slowly.
001:058,10['  ]| But when he had passed the old servant on$4$ the landing and
001:058,11['  ]| was again in$4$ the low narrow dark corridor he began to$9$ walk
001:058,12['  ]| faster and faster. Faster and faster he hurried on$5$ through the
001:058,13['  ]| gloom excitedly. He bumped his elbow against the door at the
001:058,14['  ]| end and, hurrying down the staircase, walked quickly through
001:058,15['  ]| the two corridors and out into the air.
001:058,16['  ]| He could hear the cries of the fellows on$4$ the playgrounds.
001:058,17['  ]| He broke into a run and, running quicker and quicker, ran
001:058,18['  ]| across the cinderpath and reached the third line playground,
001:058,19['  ]| panting.
001:058,20['  ]| The fellows had seen him running. They closed round him
001:058,21['  ]| in$4$ a ring, pushing one against another to$9$ hear.
001:058,22[V  ]| ~~ Tell us! Tell us!
001:058,23[V  ]| ~~ What did he say?
001:058,24[V  ]| ~~ Did you go in$5$?
001:058,25[V  ]| ~~ What did he say?
001:058,26[V  ]| ~~ Tell us! Tell us!
001:058,27['  ]| He told them what he had said and what the rector had said
001:058,28['  ]| and, when he had told them, all the fellows flung their caps
001:058,29['  ]| spinning up$5$ into the air and cried:
001:058,30[Y  ]| ~~ Hurroo!
001:058,31['  ]| They caught their caps and sent them up$5$ again spinning
001:058,32['  ]| skyhigh and cried again:
001:058,33[Y  ]| ~~ Hurroo! Hurroo!
001:058,34['  ]| They made a cradle of their locked hands and hoisted him
001:058,35['  ]| up$5$ among them and carried him along till he struggled to$9$ get
001:058,36['  ]| free. And when he had escaped from them they broke away in$4$
001:059,01['  ]| all directions, flinging their caps again into the air and whistling
001:059,02['  ]| as they went spinning up$5$ and crying:
001:059,03[Y  ]| ~~ Hurroo!
001:059,04['  ]| And they gave three groans for$4$ Baldyhead Dolan and three
001:059,05['  ]| cheers for$4$ Conmee and they said he was the decentest rector
001:059,06['  ]| that$6#1$ was ever in$4$ Clongowes.
001:059,07['  ]| The cheers died away in$4$ the soft grey air. He was alone. He
001:059,08['  ]| was happy and free: but he would not be anyway proud with
001:059,09['  ]| Father*Dolan. He would be very quiet and obedient: and he
001:059,10['  ]| wished that$3$ he could do something kind for$4$ him to$9$ show him
001:059,11['  ]| that$3$ he was not proud.
001:059,12['  ]| The air was soft and grey and mild and evening was coming.
001:059,13['  ]| There was the smell of evening in$4$ the air, the smell of the
001:059,14['  ]| fields in$4$ the country where they digged up$5$ turnips to$9$ peel them
001:059,15['  ]| and eat them when they went out for$4$ a walk to$4$ Major*Barton's,
001:059,16['  ]| the smell there was in$4$ the little wood beyond the pavilion
001:059,17['  ]| where the gallnuts were.
001:059,18['  ]| The fellows were practising long shies and bowing lobs and
001:059,19['  ]| slow twisters. In$4$ the soft grey silence he could hear the bump
001:059,20['  ]| of the balls: and from here and from there through the quiet
001:059,21['  ]| air the sound of the cricket bats: pick, pack, pock, puck: like$4$
001:059,22['  ]| drops of water in$4$ a fountain falling softly in$4$ the brimming
001:059,23['  ]| bowl.
002:060,00@@@@@|
002:060,01[U  ]| <II>
002:060,02['  ]| Uncle*Charles smoked such black twist that$3$ at last his
002:060,03['  ]| nephew suggested to$4$ him to$9$ enjoy his morning smoke in$4$
002:060,04['  ]| a little outhouse at the end of the garden.
002:060,05[G  ]| ~~ Very good, Simon. All serene, Simon, 
002:060,05['  ]| said the old man
002:060,06['  ]| tranquilly. 
002:060,06[G  ]| Anywhere you like$1$. The outhouse will$1$ do me
002:060,07[G  ]| nicely: it will$1$ be more salubrious.
002:060,08[F  ]| ~~ Damn me,
002:060,08['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus frankly, 
002:060,08[F  ]| if I know how you
002:060,09[F  ]| can smoke such villainous awful tobacco. It is like$4$ gunpowder,
002:060,10[F  ]| by$4$ God.
002:060,11[G  ]| ~~ It is very nice, Simon, 
002:060,11['  ]| replied the old man.
002:060,11[G  ]| Very cool and
002:060,12['  ]| mollifying.
002:060,13['  ]| Every morning, therefore, uncle*Charles repaired to$4$ his
002:060,14['  ]| outhouse but not before he had creased and brushed scrupulously
002:060,15['  ]| his back hair and brushed and put on$5$ his tall hat. While
002:060,16['  ]| he smoked the brim of his tall hat and the bowl of his pipe
002:060,17['  ]| were just visible beyond the jambs of the outhouse door. His
002:060,18['  ]| arbour, as he called the reeking outhouse which$6#1$ he shared
002:060,19['  ]| with the cat and the garden tools, served him also as a soundingbox:
002:060,20['  ]| and every morning he hummed contentedly one of his
002:060,21['  ]| favourite songs: 
002:060,21[Z  ]| \O, twine me a bower or Blue eyes and golden\
002:060,22[Z  ]| \hair or The Groves of Blarney\ 
002:060,22['  ]| while the grey and blue coils of
002:060,23['  ]| smoke rose slowly from his pipe and vanished in$4$ the pure air.
002:060,24['  ]| During the first part of the summer in$4$ Blackrock uncle*Charles
002:060,25['  ]| was Stephen's constant companion. Uncle*Charles
002:060,26['  ]| was a hale old man with a welltanned skin, rugged features
002:060,27['  ]| and white side whiskers. On$4$ week days he did messages between
002:060,28['  ]| the house in$4$ Carysfort*Avenue and those shops in$4$ the
002:060,29['  ]| main street of the town with which$6#1$ the family dealt. Stephen
002:060,30['  ]| was glad to$9$ go with him on$4$ these errands for$4$ uncle*Charles
002:061,01['  ]| helped him very liberally to$4$ handfuls of whatever was exposed
002:061,02['  ]| in$4$ open boxes and barrels outside the counter. He
002:061,03['  ]| would seize a handful of grapes and sawdust or three or four
002:061,04['  ]| American apples and thrust them generously into his grandnephew's
002:061,05['  ]| hand while the shopman smiled uneasily; and, on$4$
002:061,06['  ]| Stephen's feigning reluctance to$9$ take them, he would frown
002:061,07['  ]| and say:
002:061,08[G  ]| ~~ Take them, sir. Do you hear me, sir? They are good for$4$
002:061,09[G  ]| your bowels.
002:061,10['  ]| When the order list had been booked the two would go on$5$
002:061,11['  ]| to$4$ the park where an old friend of Stephen's father, Mike*Flynn,
002:061,12['  ]| would be found seated on$4$ a bench, waiting for$4$ them.
002:061,13['  ]| Then would begin Stephen's run round the park. Mike*Flynn
002:061,14['  ]| would stand at the gate near the railway station, watch in$4$
002:061,15['  ]| hand, while Stephen ran round the track in$4$ the style Mike*Flynn
002:061,16['  ]| favoured, his head high lifted, his knees well lifted and
002:061,17['  ]| his hands held straight down by$4$ his sides. When the morning
002:061,18['  ]| practice was over the trainer would make his comments and
002:061,19['  ]| sometimes illustrate them by$4$ shuffling along for$4$ a yard or so$5#2$
002:061,20['  ]| comically in$4$ an old pair of blue canvas shoes. A small ring of
002:061,21['  ]| wonderstruck children and nursemaids would gather to$9$ watch
002:061,22['  ]| him and linger even when he and uncle*Charles had sat down
002:061,23['  ]| again and were talking athletics and politics. Though he had
002:061,24['  ]| heard his father say that$3$ Mike*Flynn had put some of the best
002:061,25['  ]| runners of modern times through his hands Stephen often
002:061,26['  ]| glanced with mistrust at his trainer's flabby stubblecovered
002:061,27['  ]| face, as it bent over the long stained fingers through which$6#1$ he
002:061,28['  ]| rolled his cigarette, and with pity at the mild lustreless blue
002:061,29['  ]| eyes which$6#1$ would look up$5$ suddenly from the task and gaze
002:061,30['  ]| vaguely into the blue distance while the long swollen fingers
002:061,31['  ]| ceased their rolling and grains and fibres of tobacco fell back
002:061,32['  ]| into the pouch.
002:061,33['  ]| On$4$ the way home uncle*Charles would often pay a visit to$4$
002:061,34['  ]| the chapel and, as the font was above Stephen's reach, the old
002:061,35['  ]| man would dip his hand and then sprinkle the water briskly
002:061,36['  ]| about Stephen's clothes and on$4$ the floor of the porch. While
002:062,01['  ]| he prayed he knelt on$4$ his red handkerchief and read above his
002:062,02['  ]| breath from a thumbblackened prayerbook wherein catchwords
002:062,03['  ]| were printed at the foot of every page. Stephen knelt at
002:062,04['  ]| his side respecting, though he did not share, his piety. He
002:062,05['  ]| often wondered what his granduncle prayed for$4$ so$5#1$ seriously.
002:062,06['  ]| Perhaps he prayed for$4$ the souls in$4$ purgatory or for$4$ the grace
002:062,07['  ]| of a happy death or perhaps he prayed that$3$ God might send
002:062,08['  ]| him back a part of the big fortune he had squandered in$4$ Cork.
002:062,09['  ]| On$4$ Sundays Stephen with his father and his granduncle
002:062,10['  ]| took their constitutional. The old man was a nimble walker in$4$
002:062,11['  ]| spite of his corns and often ten or twelve miles of the road
002:062,12['  ]| were covered. The little village of Stillorgan was the parting of
002:062,13['  ]| the ways. Either they went to$4$ the left towards the Dublin
002:062,14['  ]| mountains or along the Goatstown*road and thence into
002:062,15['  ]| Dundrum, coming home by$4$ Sandyford. Trudging along the
002:062,16['  ]| road or standing in$4$ some grimy wayside publichouse his elders
002:062,17['  ]| spoke constantly of the subjects nearer their hearts, of Irish
002:062,18['  ]| politics, of Munster and of the legends of their own family, to$4$
002:062,19['  ]| all of which$6#1$ Stephen lent an avid ear. Words which$6#1$ he did not
002:062,20['  ]| understand he said over and over to$4$ himself till he had learned
002:062,21['  ]| them by$4$ heart: and through them he had glimpses of the real
002:062,22['  ]| world about him. The hour when he too would take part in$4$ the
002:062,23['  ]| life of that$6#2$ world seemed drawing near and in$4$ secret he began
002:062,24['  ]| to$9$ make ready for$4$ the great part which$6#1$ he felt awaited him the
002:062,25['  ]| nature of which$6#1$ he only dimly apprehended.
002:062,26['  ]| His evenings were his own; and he pored over a ragged
002:062,27['  ]| translation of \The*Count*of*Monte*Cristo\. The figure of that$6#2$
002:062,28['  ]| dark avenger stood forth in$4$ his mind for$4$ whatever he had
002:062,29['  ]| heard or divined in$4$ childhood of the strange and terrible. At
002:062,30['  ]| night he built up$5$ on$4$ the parlour table an image of the wonderful
002:062,31['  ]| island cave out of transfers and paper flowers and coloured
002:062,32['  ]| tissue paper and strips of the silver and golden paper in$4$ which$6#1$
002:062,33['  ]| chocolate is wrapped. When he had broken up$5$ this scenery,
002:062,34['  ]| weary of its tinsel, there would come to$4$ his mind the bright
002:062,35['  ]| picture of Marseilles, of sunny trellisses and of Mercedes.
002:062,36['  ]| Outside Blackrock, on$4$ the road that$6#1$ led to$4$ the mountains,
002:063,01['  ]| stood a small whitewashed house in$4$ the garden of which$6#1$ grew
002:063,02['  ]| many rosebushes: and in$4$ this house, he told himself, another
002:063,03['  ]| Mercedes lived. Both on$4$ the outward and on$4$ the homeward
002:063,04['  ]| journey he measured distance by$4$ this landmark: and in$4$ his
002:063,05['  ]| imagination he lived through a long train of adventures, marvellous
002:063,06['  ]| as those in$4$ the book itself, towards the close of which$6#1$
002:063,07['  ]| there appeared an image of himself, grown older and sadder,
002:063,08['  ]| standing in$4$ a moonlit garden with Mercedes who$6#1$ had so$5#1$ many
002:063,09['  ]| years before slighted his love, and with a sadly proud gesture
002:063,10['  ]| of refusal, saying:
002:063,11[Z  ]| ~~ Madam, I never eat muscatel grapes.
002:063,12['  ]| He became the ally of a boy named Aubrey Mills and
002:063,13['  ]| founded with him a gang of adventurers in$4$ the avenue. Aubrey
002:063,14['  ]| carried a whistle dangling from his buttonhole and a bicycle
002:063,15['  ]| lamp attached to$4$ his belt while the others had short sticks
002:063,16['  ]| thrust daggerwise through theirs. Stephen, who$6#1$ had read of
002:063,17['  ]| Napoleon's plain style of dress, chose to$9$ remain unadorned
002:063,18['  ]| and thereby heightened for$4$ himself the pleasure of taking
002:063,19['  ]| counsel with his lieutenant before giving orders. The gang
002:063,20['  ]| made forays into the gardens of old maids or went down to$4$ the
002:063,21['  ]| castle and fought a battle on$4$ the shaggy weedgrown rocks,
002:063,22['  ]| coming home after it weary stragglers with the stale odours of
002:063,23['  ]| the foreshore in$4$ their nostrils and the rank oils of the seawrack
002:063,24['  ]| upon$4$ their hands and in$4$ their hair.
002:063,25['  ]| Aubrey and Stephen had a common milkman and often
002:063,26['  ]| they drove out in$4$ the milkcar to$4$ Carrickmines where the cows
002:063,27['  ]| were at grass. While the men were milking the boys would
002:063,28['  ]| take turns in$4$ riding the tractable mare round the field. But
002:063,29['  ]| when autumn came the cows were driven home from the
002:063,30['  ]| grass: and the first sight of the filthy cowyard at Stradbrook
002:063,31['  ]| with its foul green puddles and clots of liquid dung and steaming
002:063,32['  ]| brantroughs sickened Stephen's heart. The cattle which$6#1$
002:063,33['  ]| had seemed so$5#1$ beautiful in$4$ the country on$4$ sunny days revolted
002:063,34['  ]| him and he could not even look at the milk they yielded.
002:063,35['  ]| The coming of September did not trouble him this year for$3$
002:063,36['  ]| he was not to$9$ be sent back to$4$ Clongowes. The practice in$4$ the
002:064,01['  ]| park came to$4$ an end when Mike*Flynn went into hospital.
002:064,02['  ]| Aubrey was at school and had only an hour or two free in$4$ the
002:064,03['  ]| evening. The gang fell asunder and there were no$2$ more nightly
002:064,04['  ]| forays or battles on$4$ the rocks. Stephen sometimes went round
002:064,05['  ]| with the car which$6#1$ delivered the evening milk: and these chilly
002:064,06['  ]| drives blew away his memory of the filth of the cowyard and
002:064,07['  ]| he felt no$2$ repugnance at seeing the cowhairs and hayseeds on$4$
002:064,08['  ]| the milkman's coat. Whenever the car drew up$5$ before a house
002:064,09['  ]| he waited to$9$ catch a glimpse of a wellscrubbed kitchen or of a
002:064,10['  ]| softlylighted hall and to$9$ see how the servant would hold the
002:064,11['  ]| jug and how she would close the door. He thought it should be
002:064,12['  ]| a pleasant life enough, driving along the roads every evening
002:064,13['  ]| to$9$ deliver milk, if he had warm gloves and a fat bag of gingernuts
002:064,14['  ]| in$4$ his pocket to$9$ eat from. But the same foreknowledge
002:064,15['  ]| which$6#1$ had sickened his heart and made his legs sag suddenly
002:064,16['  ]| as he raced round the park, the same intuition which$6#1$ had
002:064,17['  ]| made him glance with mistrust at his trainer's flabby stubblecovered
002:064,18['  ]| face as it bent heavily over his long stained fingers,
002:064,19['  ]| dissipated any vision of the future. In$4$ a vague way he understood
002:064,20['  ]| that$3$ his father was in$4$ trouble and that$3$ this was the
002:064,21['  ]| reason why he himself had not been sent back to$4$ Clongowes.
002:064,22['  ]| For$4$ some time he had felt the slight changes in$4$ his house; and
002:064,23['  ]| these changes in$4$ what he had deemed unchangeable were so$5#1$
002:064,24['  ]| many slight shocks to$4$ his boyish conception of the world. The
002:064,25['  ]| ambition which$6#1$ he felt astir at times in$4$ the darkness of his soul
002:064,26['  ]| sought no$2$ outlet. A dusk like$4$ that$6#2$ of the outer world obscured
002:064,27['  ]| his mind as he heard the mare's hoofs clattering along the
002:064,28['  ]| tramtrack on$4$ the Rock*Road and the great can swaying and
002:064,29['  ]| rattling behind him.
002:064,30['  ]| He returned to$4$ Mercedes and, as he brooded upon$4$ her
002:064,31['  ]| image, a strange unrest crept into his blood. Sometimes a fever
002:064,32['  ]| gathered within him and led him to$9$ rove alone in$4$ the evening
002:064,33['  ]| along the quiet avenue. The peace of the gardens and the
002:064,34['  ]| kindly lights in$4$ the windows poured a tender influence into his
002:064,35['  ]| restless heart. The noise of children at play annoyed him and
002:064,36['  ]| their silly voices made him feel, even more keenly than he had
002:065,01['  ]| felt at Clongowes, that$3$ he was different from others. He did
002:065,02['  ]| not want to$9$ play. He wanted to$9$ meet in$4$ the real world the
002:065,03['  ]| unsubstantial image which$6#1$ his soul so$5#1$ constantly beheld. He
002:065,04['  ]| did not know where to$9$ seek it or how: but a premonition
002:065,05['  ]| which$6#1$ led him on$5$ told him that$3$ this image would, without any
002:065,06['  ]| overt act of his, encounter him. They would meet quietly as if
002:065,07['  ]| they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps
002:065,08['  ]| at one of the gates or in$4$ some more secret place. They would
002:065,09['  ]| be alone, surrounded by$4$ darkness and silence: and in$4$ that$6#2$
002:065,10['  ]| moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. He
002:065,11['  ]| would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and
002:065,12['  ]| then in$4$ a moment, he would be transfigured. Weakness and
002:065,13['  ]| timidity and inexperience would fall from him in$4$ that$6#2$ magic
002:065,14['  ]| moment.
002:065,15['  ]| 
002:065,16['  ]| Two great yellow caravans had halted one morning before
002:065,17['  ]| the door and men had come tramping into the house to$9$
002:065,18['  ]| dismantle it. The furniture had been hustled out through the
002:065,19['  ]| front garden which$6#1$ was strewn with wisps of straw and rope
002:065,20['  ]| ends and into the huge vans at the gate. When all had been
002:065,21['  ]| safely stowed the vans had set off noisily down the avenue:
002:065,22['  ]| and from the window of the railway carriage, in$4$ which$6#1$ he had
002:065,23['  ]| sat with his redeyed mother, Stephen had seen them lumbering
002:065,24['  ]| heavily along the Merrion*Road.
002:065,25['  ]| The parlour fire would not draw that$6#2$ evening and Mr*Dedalus
002:065,26['  ]| rested the poker against the bars of the grate to$9$ attract
002:065,27['  ]| the flame. Uncle*Charles dozed in$4$ a corner of the half furnished
002:065,28['  ]| uncarpeted room and near him the family portraits
002:065,29['  ]| leaned against the wall. The lamp on$4$ the table shed a weak
002:065,30['  ]| light over the boarded floor, muddied by$4$ the feet of the vanmen.
002:065,31['  ]| Stephen sat on$4$ a footstool beside his father listening to$4$ a
002:065,32['  ]| long and incoherent monologue. He understood little or
002:065,33['  ]| nothing of it at first but he became slowly aware that$3$ his father
002:065,34['  ]| had enemies and that$3$ some fight was going to$9$ take place. He
002:065,35['  ]| felt too that$3$ he was being enlisted for$4$ the fight, that$3$ some duty
002:066,01['  ]| was being laid upon$4$ his shoulders. The sudden flight from the
002:066,02['  ]| comfort and revery of Blackrock, the passage through the
002:066,03['  ]| gloomy foggy city, the thought of the bare cheerless house in$4$
002:066,04['  ]| which$6#1$ they were now to$9$ live made his heart heavy: and again
002:066,05['  ]| an intuition or foreknowledge of the future came to$4$ him. He
002:066,06['  ]| understood also why the servants had often whispered together
002:066,07['  ]| in$4$ the hall and why his father had often stood on$4$ the
002:066,08['  ]| hearthrug, with his back to$4$ the fire, talking loudly to$4$ uncle*Charles
002:066,09['  ]| who$6#1$ urged him to$9$ sit down and eat his dinner.
002:066,10[F  ]| ~~ There is a crack of the whip left in$4$ me yet, Stephen, old
002:066,11[F  ]| chap, 
002:066,11['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus, poking at the dull fire with fierce
002:066,12['  ]| energy.
002:066,12[F  ]| We are not dead yet, sonny. No$7$, by$4$ the Lord Jesus
002:066,13[F  ]| (God forgive me) nor half dead.
002:066,14['  ]| Dublin was a new and complex sensation. Uncle*Charles
002:066,15['  ]| had grown so$5#1$ witless that$3$ he could no$2$ longer be sent out on$4$
002:066,16['  ]| errands and the disorder in$4$ settling in$4$ the new house left
002:066,17['  ]| Stephen freer than he had been in$4$ Blackrock. In$4$ the beginning
002:066,18['  ]| he contented himself with circling timidly round the neighbouring
002:066,19['  ]| square or, at most, going half way down one of the
002:066,20['  ]| side streets: but when he had made a skeleton map of the city
002:066,21['  ]| in$4$ his mind he followed boldly one of its central lines until he
002:066,22['  ]| reached the customhouse. He passed unchallenged among the
002:066,23['  ]| docks and along the quays wondering at the multitude of
002:066,24['  ]| corks that$6#1$ lay bobbing on$4$ the surface of the water in$4$ a thick
002:066,25['  ]| yellow scum, at the crowds of quay porters and the rumbling
002:066,26['  ]| carts and the illdressed bearded policeman. The vastness and
002:066,27['  ]| strangeness of the life suggested to$4$ him by$4$ the bales of merchandise
002:066,28['  ]| stocked along the walls or swung aloft out of the
002:066,29['  ]| holds of steamers wakened again in$4$ him the unrest which$6#1$ had
002:066,30['  ]| sent him wandering in$4$ the evening from garden to$4$ garden in$4$
002:066,31['  ]| search of Mercedes. And amid this new bustling life he might
002:066,32['  ]| have fancied himself in$4$ another Marseilles but that$3$ he missed
002:066,33['  ]| the bright sky and the sunwarmed trellisses of the wineshops.
002:066,34['  ]| A vague dissatisfaction grew up$5$ within him as he looked on$4$ the
002:066,35['  ]| quays and on$4$ the river and on$4$ the lowering skies and yet he
002:066,36['  ]| continued to$9$ wander up$5$ and down day after day as if he really
002:066,37['  ]| sought someone that$6#1$ eluded him.
002:067,01['  ]| He went once or twice with his mother to$9$ visit their relatives:
002:067,02['  ]| and, though they passed a jovial array of shops lit up$5$
002:067,03['  ]| and adorned for$4$ Christmas, his mood of embittered silence did
002:067,04['  ]| not leave him. The causes of his embitterment were many,
002:067,05['  ]| remote and near. He was angry with himself for$4$ being young
002:067,06['  ]| and the prey of restless foolish impulses, angry also with the
002:067,07['  ]| change of fortune which$6#1$ was reshaping the world about him
002:067,08['  ]| into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent
002:067,09['  ]| nothing to$4$ the vision. He chronicled with patience what he
002:067,10['  ]| saw, detaching himself from it and testing its mortifying
002:067,11['  ]| flavour in$4$ secret.
002:067,12['  ]| He was sitting on$4$ the backless chair in$4$ his aunt's kitchen. A
002:067,13['  ]| lamp with a reflector hung on$4$ the japanned wall of the fireplace
002:067,14['  ]| and by$4$ its light his aunt was reading the evening paper
002:067,15['  ]| that$6#1$ lay on$4$ her knees. She looked a long time at a smiling
002:067,16['  ]| picture that$6#1$ was set in$4$ it and said musingly:
002:067,17[W  ]| ~~ The beautiful Mabel*Hunter!
002:067,18['  ]| A ringletted girl stood on$4$ tiptoe to$9$ peer at the picture and
002:067,19['  ]| said softly:
002:067,20[W  ]| ~~ What is she in$4$, mud?
002:067,21[W  ]| ~~ In$4$ the pantomime, love.
002:067,22['  ]| The child leaned her ringletted head against her mother's
002:067,23['  ]| sleeve, gazing on$4$ the picture, and murmured as if fascinated:
002:067,24[W  ]| ~~ The beautiful Mabel*Hunter!
002:067,25['  ]| As if fascinated, her eyes rested long upon$4$ those demurely
002:067,26['  ]| taunting eyes and she murmured again devotedly:
002:067,27[W  ]| ~~ Is not she an exquisite creature?
002:067,28['  ]| And the boy who$6#1$ came in$5$ from the street, stamping
002:067,29['  ]| crookedly under his stone of coal, heard her words. He
002:067,30['  ]| dropped his load promptly on$4$ the floor and hurried to$4$ her side
002:067,31['  ]| to$9$ see. But she did not raise her easeful head to$9$ let him see. He
002:067,32['  ]| mauled the edges of the paper with his reddened and blackened
002:067,33['  ]| hands, shouldering her aside and complaining that$3$ he
002:067,34['  ]| could not see.
002:067,35['  ]| He was sitting in$4$ the narrow breakfast room high up$5$ in$4$ the
002:067,36['  ]| old darkwindowed house. The firelight flickered on$4$ the wall
002:067,37['  ]| and beyond the window a spectral dusk was gathering upon$4$
002:068,01['  ]| the river. Before the fire an old woman was busy making tea
002:068,02['  ]| and, as she bustled at her task, she told in$4$ a low voice of what
002:068,03['  ]| the priest and the doctor had said. She told too of certain
002:068,04['  ]| changes she had seen in$4$ her of late and of her odd ways and
002:068,05['  ]| sayings. He sat listening to$4$ the words and following the ways
002:068,06['  ]| of adventure that$6#1$ lay open in$4$ the coals, arches and vaults and
002:068,07['  ]| winding galleries and jagged caverns.
002:068,08['  ]| Suddenly he became aware of something in$4$ the doorway. A
002:068,09['  ]| skull appeared suspended in$4$ the gloom of the doorway. A
002:068,10['  ]| feeble creature like$4$ a monkey was there, drawn thither by$4$ the
002:068,11['  ]| sound of voices at the fire. A whining voice came from the
002:068,12['  ]| door, asking:
002:068,13[W  ]| ~~ Is that$6#2$ Josephine?
002:068,14['  ]| The old bustling woman answered cheerily from the fireplace:
002:068,15[W  ]| ~~ No$7$, Ellen. It is Stephen.
002:068,16[W  ]| ~~ O ... O, good evening, Stephen.
002:068,17['  ]| He answered the greeting and saw a silly smile break over
002:068,18['  ]| the face in$4$ the doorway.
002:068,19[W  ]| ~~ Do you want anything, Ellen? 
002:068,19['  ]| asked the old woman at
002:068,20['  ]| the fire.
002:068,21['  ]| But she did not answer the question and said:
002:068,22[W  ]| ~~ I thought it was Josephine. I thought you were Josephine,
002:068,23[W  ]| Stephen.
002:068,24['  ]| And, repeating this several times, she fell to$4$ laughing feebly.
002:068,25['  ]| He was sitting in$4$ the midst of a children's party at Harold's*Cross. 
002:068,26['  ]| His silent watchful manner had grown upon$4$ him and he
002:068,27['  ]| took little part in$4$ the games. The children, wearing the spoils
002:068,28['  ]| of their crackers, danced and romped noisily and, though he
002:068,29['  ]| tried to$9$ share their merriment, he felt himself a gloomy figure
002:068,30['  ]| amid the gay cocked hats and sunbonnets.
002:068,31['  ]| But when he had sung his song and withdrawn into a snug
002:068,32['  ]| corner of the room he began to$9$ taste the joy of his loneliness.
002:068,33['  ]| The mirth, which$6#1$ in$4$ the beginning of the evening had seemed
002:068,34['  ]| to$4$ him false and trivial, was like$4$ a soothing air to$4$ him, passing
002:068,35['  ]| gaily by$4$ his senses, hiding from other eyes the feverish agitation
002:069,01['  ]| of his blood while through the circling of the dancers and
002:069,02['  ]| amid the music and laughter her glance travelled to$4$ his corner,
002:069,03['  ]| flattering, taunting, searching, exciting his heart.
002:069,04['  ]| In$4$ the hall the children who$6#1$ had stayed latest were putting
002:069,05['  ]| on$4$ their things: the party was over. She had thrown a shawl
002:069,06['  ]| about her and, as they went together towards the tram, sprays
002:069,07['  ]| of her fresh warm breath flew gaily above her cowled head
002:069,08['  ]| and her shoes tapped blithely on$4$ the glassy road.
002:069,09['  ]| It was the last tram. The lank brown horses knew it and
002:069,10['  ]| shook their bells to$4$ the clear night in$4$ admonition. The conductor
002:069,11['  ]| talked with the driver, both nodding often in$4$ the green
002:069,12['  ]| light of the lamp. On$4$ the empty seats of the tram were scattered
002:069,13['  ]| a few coloured tickets. No$2$ sound of footsteps came up$4$
002:069,14['  ]| or down the road. No$2$ sound broke the peace of the night save
002:069,15['  ]| when the lank brown horses rubbed their noses together and
002:069,16['  ]| shook their bells.
002:069,17['  ]| They seemed to$9$ listen, he on$4$ the upper step and she on$4$ the
002:069,18['  ]| lower. She came up$5$ to$4$ his step many times and went down to$4$
002:069,19['  ]| hers again between their phrases and once or twice stood close
002:069,20['  ]| beside him for$4$ some moments on$4$ the upper step, forgetting to$9$
002:069,21['  ]| go down, and then went down. His heart danced upon$4$ her
002:069,22['  ]| movements like$4$ a cork upon$4$ a tide. He heard what her eyes
002:069,23['  ]| said to$4$ him from beneath their cowl and knew that$3$ in$4$ some
002:069,24['  ]| dim past, whether in$4$ life or in$4$ revery, he had heard their tale
002:069,25['  ]| before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash
002:069,26['  ]| and long black stockings, and knew that$3$ he had yielded to$4$
002:069,27['  ]| them a thousand times. Yet a voice within him spoke above
002:069,28['  ]| the noise of his dancing heart, asking him would he take her
002:069,29['  ]| gift to$4$ which$6#1$ he had only to$9$ stretch out his hand. And he
002:069,30['  ]| remembered the day when he and Eileen had stood looking
002:069,31['  ]| into the hotel grounds, watching the waiters running up$4$ a trail
002:069,32['  ]| of bunting on$4$ the flagstaff and the fox terrier scampering to$8$
002:069,33['  ]| and fro on$4$ the sunny lawn, and how, all of a sudden, she had
002:069,34['  ]| broken out into a peal of laughter and had run down the
002:069,35['  ]| sloping curve of the path. Now, as then, he stood listlessly in$4$
002:069,36['  ]| his place, seemingly a tranquil watcher of the scene before
002:069,37['  ]| him.
002:070,01@b   | ~~ She too wants me to$9$ catch hold of her, 
002:070,01['  ]| he thought.
002:070,01@b   | That$6#2$ is
002:070,02@b   | why she came with me to$4$ the tram. I could easily catch hold of
002:070,03@b   | her when she comes up$5$ to$4$ my step: nobody is looking. I could
002:070,04@b   | hold her and kiss her.
002:070,05['  ]| But he did neither: and, when he was sitting alone in$4$ the
002:070,06['  ]| deserted tram, he tore his ticket into shreds and stared
002:070,07['  ]| gloomily at the corrugated footboard.
002:070,08['  ]| The next day he sat at his table in$4$ the bare upper room for$4$
002:070,09['  ]| many hours. Before him lay a new pen, a new bottle of ink
002:070,10['  ]| and a new emerald exercise. From force of habit he had
002:070,11['  ]| written at the top of the first page the initial letters of the jesuit
002:070,12['  ]| motto: A%*M%*D%*G. On$4$ the first line of the page appeared the
002:070,13['  ]| title of the verses he was trying to$9$ write: To$4$ E--*C--.
002:070,14['  ]| He knew it was right to$9$ begin so$5#2$ for$3$ he had seen similar titles
002:070,15['  ]| in$4$ the collected poems of Lord*Byron. When he had written
002:070,16['  ]| this title and drawn an ornamental line underneath he fell into
002:070,17['  ]| a daydream and began to$9$ draw diagrams on$4$ the cover of the
002:070,18['  ]| book. He saw himself sitting at his table in$4$ Bray the morning
002:070,19['  ]| after the discussion at the Christmas dinnertable, trying to$9$
002:070,20['  ]| write a poem about Parnell on$4$ the back of one of his father's
002:070,21['  ]| second moiety notices. But his brain had then refused to$9$
002:070,22['  ]| grapple with the theme and, desisting, he had covered the
002:070,23['  ]| page with the names and addresses of certain of his classmates:
002:070,24['  ]| Roderick*Kickham
002:070,25['  ]| John*Lawton
002:070,26['  ]| Anthony*MacSwiney
002:070,27['  ]| Simon*Moonan
002:070,28['  ]| Now it seemed as if he would fail again but, by$4$ dint of
002:070,29['  ]| brooding on$4$ the incident, he thought himself into confidence.
002:070,30['  ]| During this process all these elements which$6#1$ he deemed common
002:070,31['  ]| and insignificant fell out of the scene. There remained no$2$
002:070,32['  ]| trace of the tram itself nor of the trammen nor of the horses:
002:070,33['  ]| nor did he and she appear vividly. The verses told only of the
002:070,34['  ]| night and the balmy breeze and the maiden lustre of the moon.
002:070,35['  ]| Some undefined sorrow was hidden in$4$ the hearts of the protagonists
002:071,01['  ]| as they stood in$4$ silence beneath the leafless trees and
002:071,02['  ]| when the moment of farewell had come the kiss, which$6#1$ had
002:071,03['  ]| been withheld by$4$ one, was given by$4$ both. After this the letters
002:071,04['  ]| L%*D%*S. were written at the foot of the page and, having hidden
002:071,05['  ]| the book, he went into his mother's bedroom and gazed at his
002:071,06['  ]| face for$4$ a long time in$4$ the mirror of her dressingtable.
002:071,07['  ]| But his long spell of leisure and liberty was drawing to$4$ its
002:071,08['  ]| end. One evening his father came home full of news which$6#1$
002:071,09['  ]| kept his tongue busy all through dinner. Stephen had been
002:071,10['  ]| awaiting his father's return for$3$ there had been mutton hash
002:071,11['  ]| that$6#2$ day and he knew that$3$ his father would make him dip his
002:071,12['  ]| bread in$4$ the gravy. But he did not relish the hash for$3$ the
002:071,13['  ]| mention of Clongowes had coated his palate with a scum of
002:071,14['  ]| disgust.
002:071,15[F  ]| ~~ I walked bang into him, 
002:071,15['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus for$4$ the fourth
002:071,16['  ]| time, just at the corner of the square.
002:071,17[C  ]| ~~ Then I suppose,
002:071,17['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus,
002:071,17[C  ]| he will$1$ be able to$9$
002:071,18[C  ]| arrange it. I mean about Belvedere.
002:071,19[F  ]| ~~ Of course  he will$1$,
002:071,19['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus. 
002:071,19[F  ]| Do not I tell you he is
002:071,20[F  ]| provincial of the order now?
002:071,21[C  ]| ~~ I never liked the idea of sending him to$4$ the christian*brothers
002:071,22[C  ]| myself,
002:071,22['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus.
002:071,23[F  ]| ~~ Christian*brothers be damned! 
002:071,23['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus. 
002:071,23[F  ]| Is it
002:071,24[F  ]| with Paddy Stink and Mickey Mud? No$7$, let him stick to$4$ the
002:071,25[F  ]| jesuits in$4$ God's name since he began with them. They will$1$ be of
002:071,26[F  ]| service to$4$ him in$4$ after years. Those are the fellows that$6#1$ can get
002:071,27[F  ]| you a position.
002:071,28[C  ]| ~~ And they are a very rich order, are not they, Simon?
002:071,29[F  ]| ~~ Rather. They live well, I tell you. You saw their table at
002:071,30[F  ]| Clongowes. Fed up$5$, by$4$ God, like$4$ gamecocks.
002:071,31['  ]| Mr*Dedalus pushed his plate over to$4$ Stephen and bade him
002:071,32['  ]| finish what was on$4$ it.
002:071,33[F  ]| ~~ Now then, Stephen,
002:071,33['  ]| he said, 
002:071,33[F  ]| you must put your shoulder
002:071,34[F  ]| to$4$ the wheel, old chap. You have had a fine long holiday.
002:071,35[C  ]| ~~ O, I am sure  he will$1$ work very hard now,
002:071,35['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus,
002:071,36[C  ]| especially when he has Maurice with him.
002:071,37[F  ]| ~~ O, Holy Paul, I forgot about Maurice, 
002:071,37['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
002:072,01[F  ]| Here, Maurice! Come here, you thickheaded ruffian! Do you
002:072,02[F  ]| know I am going to$9$ send you to$4$ a college where they will$1$ teach
002:072,03[F  ]| you to$9$ spell c.a.t. cat. And I will$1$ buy you a nice little penny
002:072,04[F  ]| handkerchief to$9$ keep your nose dry. Will$1$ not that$6#2$ be grand fun?
002:072,05['  ]| Maurice grinned at his father and then at his brother. Mr*Dedalus
002:072,06['  ]| screwed his glass into his eye and stared hard at both
002:072,07['  ]| his sons. Stephen mumbled his bread without answering his
002:072,08['  ]| father's gaze.
002:072,09[F  ]| ~~ By*the*bye, 
002:072,09['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus at length, 
002:072,09[F  ]| the rector, or
002:072,10[F  ]| provincial, rather, was telling me that$6#2$ story about you and
002:072,11[F  ]| Father*Dolan. You are an impudent thief, 
002:072,11['  ]| he said.
002:072,12[C  ]| ~~ O, he did not, Simon!
002:072,13[F  ]| ~~ Not he!
002:072,13['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus. 
002:072,13[F  ]| But he gave me a great account
002:072,14[F  ]| of the whole affair. We were chatting, you know, and one
002:072,15[F  ]| word borrowed another. And, by$4$ the way, who$6#2$ do you think
002:072,16[F  ]| he told me will$1$ get that$6#2$ job in$4$ the corporation? But I will$1$ tell you
002:072,17[F  ]| that$6#2$ after. Well, as I was saying, we were chatting away quite
002:072,18[F  ]| friendly and he asked me did our friend here wear glasses still
002:072,19[F  ]| and then he told me the whole story.
002:072,20[C  ]| ~~ And was he annoyed, Simon?
002:072,21[F  ]| ~~ Annoyed! Not he! 
002:072,21[Z  ]| \Manly little chap!\ 
002:072,21[F  ]| he said.
002:072,22['  ]| Mr*Dedalus imitated the mincing nasal tone of the provincial.
002:072,23[Z  ]| ~~ Father*Dolan and I, when I told them all at dinner about
002:072,24[Z  ]| it, Father*Dolan and I had a great laugh over it. \You better\
002:072,25[Z  ]| \mind yourself, Father*Dolan\, said I, \or young Dedalus will$1$\
002:072,26[Z  ]| \send you up$5$ for$4$ twice nine\. We had a famous laugh together
002:072,27[Z  ]| over it. Ha! Ha! Ha!
002:072,28['  ]| Mr*Dedalus turned to$4$ his wife and interjected in$4$ his natural
002:072,29['  ]| voice:
002:072,30[F  ]| ~~ Shows you the spirit in$4$ which$6#1$ they take the boys there.
002:072,31[F  ]| O, a jesuit for$4$ your life, for$4$ diplomacy!
002:072,32['  ]| He reassumed the provincial's voice and repeated:
002:072,33[Z  ]| ~~ \I told them all at dinner about it and Father*Dolan and I\
002:072,34[Z  ]| \and all of us we had a hearty laugh together over it. Ha! Ha!\
002:072,35[Z  ]| \Ha!\
002:072,36['  ]| 
002:073,01['  ]| The night of the Whitsuntide play had come and Stephen
002:073,02['  ]| from the window of the dressingroom looked out on$4$  the small
002:073,03['  ]| grassplot across which$6#1$ lines of Chinese lanterns were
002:073,04['  ]| stretched. He watched the visitors come down the steps from
002:073,05['  ]| the house and pass into the theatre. Stewards in$4$ evening dress,
002:073,06['  ]| old Belvedereans, loitered in$4$ groups about the entrance to$4$ the
002:073,07['  ]| theatre and ushered in$4$ the visitors with ceremony. Under the
002:073,08['  ]| sudden glow of a lantern he could recognise the smiling face of
002:073,09['  ]| a priest.
002:073,10['  ]| The Blessed*Sacrament had been removed from the tabernacle
002:073,11['  ]| and the first benches had been driven so$3$ as to$9$ leave
002:073,12['  ]| the dais of the altar and the space before it free. Against
002:073,13['  ]| the walls stood companies of barbells and Indian clubs; the
002:073,14['  ]| dumbbells were piled in$4$ one corner: and in$4$ the midst of countless
002:073,15['  ]| hillocks of gymnasium shoes and sweaters and singlets in$4$
002:073,16['  ]| untidy brown parcels there stood the stout leatherjacketed
002:073,17['  ]| vaulting horse waiting its turn to$9$ be carried up$5$ on$4$ the stage. A
002:073,18['  ]| large bronze shield, tipped with silver, leaned against the panel
002:073,19['  ]| of the altar also waiting its turn to$9$ be carried up$5$ on$4$ the stage
002:073,20['  ]| and set in$4$ the middle of the winning team at the end of the
002:073,21['  ]| gymnastic  display.
002:073,22['  ]| Stephen, though in$4$ deference to$4$ his reputation for$4$ essay-writing
002:073,23['  ]| he had been elected secretary to$4$ the gymnasium, had
002:073,24['  ]| had no$2$ part in$4$ the first section of the programme but in$4$ the
002:073,25['  ]| play which$6#1$ formed the second section he had the chief part,
002:073,26['  ]| that$6#2$ of a farcical  pedagogue. He had been cast for$4$ it on$4$ account
002:073,27['  ]| of his stature and grave manners for$3$ he was now at the
002:073,28['  ]| end of his second year at Belvedere and in$4$ number two.
002:073,29['  ]| A score of the younger boys in$4$ white knickers and singlets
002:073,30['  ]| came pattering down from the stage, through the vestry and
002:073,31['  ]| into the chapel. The vestry and chapel were peopled with
002:073,32['  ]| eager masters and boys. The plump bald sergeantmajor was
002:073,33['  ]| testing with his foot the springboard of the vaulting horse. The
002:073,34['  ]| lean young man in$4$ a long overcoat, who$6#1$ was to$9$ give a special
002:073,35['  ]| display of intricate club swinging, stood near watching with
002:073,36['  ]| interest, his silvercoated clubs peeping out of his deep sidepockets.
002:073,37['  ]| The hollow rattle of the wooden dumbbells was
002:074,01['  ]| heard as another team made ready to$9$ go up$5$ on$4$ the stage: and
002:074,02['  ]| in$4$ another moment the excited prefect was hustling the boys
002:074,03['  ]| through the vestry like$4$ a flock of geese, flapping the wings of
002:074,04['  ]| his soutane nervously and crying to$4$ the laggards to$9$ make
002:074,05['  ]| haste. A little troop  of Neapolitan peasants were practising
002:074,06['  ]| their steps at the end of the chapel, some circling their arms
002:074,07['  ]| above their heads, some swaying their baskets of paper violets
002:074,08['  ]| and curtseying. In$4$ a dark corner of the chapel at the gospel
002:074,09['  ]| side of the altar a stout old lady knelt amid her copious black
002:074,10['  ]| skirts. When she stood up$5$ a pinkdressed figure, wearing a
002:074,11['  ]| curly golden wig and an oldfashioned straw sunbonnet, with
002:074,12['  ]| black pencilled eyebrows and cheeks delicately rouged and
002:074,13['  ]| powdered, was discovered. A low murmur of curiosity ran
002:074,14['  ]| round the chapel at the discovery of this girlish figure. One of
002:074,15['  ]| the prefects, smiling and nodding his head, approached the
002:074,16['  ]| dark corner and, having bowed to$4$ the stout old lady, said
002:074,17['  ]| pleasantly:
002:074,18[V  ]| ~~ Is this a beautiful young lady or a doll that$6#1$ you have
002:074,19[V  ]| here, Mrs*Tallon?
002:074,20['  ]| Then, bending down to$9$ peer at the smiling painted face
002:074,21['  ]| under the leaf of the bonnet, he exclaimed:
002:074,22[V  ]| ~~ No$7$! Upon$4$ my word I believe it is little Bertie*Tallon after
002:074,23[V  ]| all!
002:074,24['  ]| Stephen at his post by$4$ the window heard the old lady and
002:074,25['  ]| the priest laugh together and heard the boys' murmur of
002:074,26['  ]| admiration behind him as they passed forward to$9$ see the little
002:074,27['  ]| boy who$6#1$ had to$9$ dance the sunbonnet dance by$4$ himself. A
002:074,28['  ]| movement of impatience escaped him. He let the edge of the
002:074,29['  ]| blind fall and, stepping down from the bench on$4$ which$6#1$ he had
002:074,30['  ]| been standing, walked out of the chapel.
002:074,31['  ]| He passed out of the schoolhouse and halted under the shed
002:074,32['  ]| that$6#1$ flanked the garden. From the theatre opposite came the
002:074,33['  ]| muffled noise of the audience and sudden brazen clashes of
002:074,34['  ]| the soldiers' band. The light spread upwards from the glass
002:074,35['  ]| roof making the theatre seem a festive ark, anchored among
002:074,36['  ]| the hulks of houses, her frail cables of lanterns looping her to$4$
002:075,01['  ]| her moorings. A sidedoor of the theatre opened suddenly and
002:075,02['  ]| a shaft of light flew across the grassplots. A sudden burst of
002:075,03['  ]| music issued from the ark, the prelude of a waltz: and when
002:075,04['  ]| the sidedoor closed again the listener could hear the faint
002:075,05['  ]| rhythm of the music. The sentiment of the opening bars, their
002:075,06['  ]| languor and supple movement, evoked the incommunicable
002:075,07['  ]| emotion which$6#1$ had been the cause of all his day's unrest and
002:075,08['  ]| of his impatient movement of a moment before. His unrest
002:075,09['  ]| issued from him like$4$ a wave of sound: and on$4$ the tide of flowing
002:075,10['  ]| music the ark was journeying, trailing her cables of lanterns
002:075,11['  ]| in$4$ her wake. Then a noise like$4$ dwarf artillery broke the
002:075,12['  ]| movement. It was the clapping that$6#1$ greeted the entry of the
002:075,13['  ]| dumbbell team on$4$ the stage.
002:075,14['  ]| At the far end of the shed near the street a speck of pink
002:075,15['  ]| light showed in$4$ the darkness and as he walked towards it he
002:075,16['  ]| became aware of a faint aromatic odour. Two boys were
002:075,17['  ]| standing in$4$ the shelter of a doorway, smoking, and before he
002:075,18['  ]| reached them he had recognised Heron by$4$ his voice.
002:075,19[ZB ]| ~~ Here comes the noble Dedalus!
002:075,19['  ]| cried a high throaty
002:075,20['  ]| voice.
002:075,20[ZB ]| Welcome to$4$ our trusty friend!
002:075,21['  ]| This welcome ended in$4$ a soft peal of mirthless laughter as
002:075,22['  ]| Heron salaamed and then began to$9$ poke the ground with his
002:075,23['  ]| cane.
002:075,24[B  ]| ~~ Here I am, 
002:075,24['  ]| said Stephen, halting and glancing from
002:075,25['  ]| Heron to$4$ his friend.
002:075,26['  ]| The latter was a stranger to$4$ him but in$4$ the darkness, by$4$ the
002:075,27['  ]| aid of the glowing cigarettetips, he could make out a pale
002:075,28['  ]| dandyish face, over which$6#1$ a smile was travelling slowly, a tall
002:075,29['  ]| overcoated figure and a hard hat. Heron did not trouble himself
002:075,30['  ]| about an introduction but said instead:
002:075,31[ZB ]| ~~ I was just telling my friend Wallis what a lark it would be
002:075,32[ZB ]| tonight if you took off the rector in$4$ the part of the schoolmaster.
002:075,33[ZB ]| It would be a ripping good joke.
002:075,34['  ]| Heron made a poor attempt to$9$ imitate for$4$ his friend Wallis
002:075,35['  ]| the rector's pedantic bass and then, laughing at his failure,
002:075,36['  ]| asked Stephen to$9$ do it.
002:076,01[ZB ]| ~~ Go on$5$, Dedalus,
002:076,01['  ]| he urged, 
002:076,01[ZB ]| you can take him off rippingly.
002:076,02[Z  ]| \He that$6#1$ will$1$ not hear the churcha let him be to$4$ theea as\
002:076,03[Z  ]| \the heathena and the publicana.\
002:076,04['  ]| The imitation was prevented by$4$ a mild expression of anger
002:076,05['  ]| from Wallis in$4$ whose mouthpiece the cigarette had become
002:076,06['  ]| too tightly wedged.
002:076,07[V  ]| ~~ Damn this blankety blank holder, 
002:076,07['  ]| he said, taking it from
002:076,08['  ]| his mouth and smiling and frowning upon$4$ it tolerantly. 
002:076,08[V  ]| It is
002:076,09[V  ]| always getting stuck like$4$ that$6#2$. Do you use a holder?
002:076,10[B  ]| ~~ I do not smoke,
002:076,10['  ]| answered Stephen.
002:076,11[ZB ]| ~~ No$7$, 
002:076,11['  ]| said Heron, 
002:076,11[ZB ]| Dedalus is a model youth. He does not
002:076,12[ZB ]| smoke and he does not go to$4$ bazaars and he does not flirt and he
002:076,13[ZB ]| does not damn anything or damn all.
002:076,14['  ]| Stephen shook his head and smiled in$4$ his rival's flushed and
002:076,15['  ]| mobile face, beaked like$4$ a bird's. He had often thought it
002:076,16['  ]| strange that$3$ Vincent*Heron had a bird's face as well as a bird's
002:076,17['  ]| name. A shock of pale hair lay on$4$ the forehead like$4$ a ruffled
002:076,18['  ]| crest: the forehead was narrow and bony and a thin hooked
002:076,19['  ]| nose stood out between the closeset prominent eyes which$6#1$ were
002:076,20['  ]| light and inexpressive. The rivals were school friends. They
002:076,21['  ]| sat together in$4$ class, knelt together in$4$ the chapel, talked together
002:076,22['  ]| after beads over their lunches. As the fellows in$4$ number
002:076,23['  ]| one were undistinguished dullards Stephen and Heron had
002:076,24['  ]| been during the year the virtual heads of the school. It was
002:076,25['  ]| they who$6#1$ went up$5$ to$4$ the rector together to$9$ ask for$4$ a free day
002:076,26['  ]| or to$9$ get a fellow off.
002:076,27[ZB ]| ~~ O by$4$ the way,
002:076,27['  ]| said Heron suddenly,
002:076,27[ZB ]| I saw your governor
002:076,28[ZB ]| going in$5$.
002:076,29['  ]| The smile waned on$4$ Stephen's face. Any allusion made to$4$
002:076,30['  ]| his father by$4$ a fellow or by$4$ a master put his calm to$9$ rout in$4$ a
002:076,31['  ]| moment. He waited in$4$ timorous silence to$9$ hear what Heron
002:076,32['  ]| might say next. Heron, however, nudged him expressively
002:076,33['  ]| with his elbow and said:
002:076,34[ZB ]| ~~ You are a sly dog, Dedalus!
002:076,35[B  ]| ~~ Why so$5#2$? 
002:076,35['  ]| said Stephen.
002:076,36[ZB ]| ~~ You would think butter would not melt in$4$ your mouth, 
002:076,36['  ]| said
002:076,37['  ]| Heron.
002:076,37[ZB ]| But I am afraid you are a sly dog.
002:077,01[B  ]| ~~ Might I ask you what you are talking about? 
002:077,01['  ]| said
002:077,02['  ]| Stephen urbanely.
002:077,03[ZB ]| ~~ Indeed you might, 
002:077,03['  ]| answered Heron.
002:077,03[ZB ]| We saw her, Wallis,
002:077,04[ZB ]| did not we? And deucedly pretty she is too. And so$5#1$ inquisitive!
002:077,05[Z  ]| \And what part does Stephen take, Mr*Dedalus? And will$1$\
002:077,06[Z  ]| \Stephen not sing, Mr*Dedalus?\
002:077,06[ZB ]| Your governor was staring at
002:077,07[ZB ]| her through that$6#2$ eyeglass of his for$4$ all he was worth so$3$ that$3$ I
002:077,08[ZB ]| think the old man has found you out too. I would not care a
002:077,09[ZB ]| bit, by$4$ Jove. She is  ripping, is not she, Wallis?
002:077,10[V  ]| ~~ Not half bad, 
002:077,10['  ]| answered Wallis quietly as he placed his
002:077,11['  ]| holder once more in$4$ the corner of his mouth.
002:077,12['  ]| A shaft of momentary anger flew through Stephen's mind
002:077,13['  ]| at these indelicate allusions in$4$ the hearing of a stranger. For$4$
002:077,14['  ]| him there was nothing amusing in$4$ a girl's interest and regard.
002:077,15['  ]| All day he had thought of nothing but their leavetaking on$4$
002:077,16['  ]| the steps of the tram at Harold's*Cross, the stream of moody
002:077,17['  ]| emotions it had made to$9$ course through him, and the poem
002:077,18['  ]| he had written about it. All day he had imagined a new meeting
002:077,19['  ]| with her for$3$ he knew that$3$ she was to$9$ come to$4$ the play. The
002:077,20['  ]| old restless moodiness had again filled his breast as it had
002:077,21['  ]| done on$4$ the night of the party but had not found  an outlet in$4$
002:077,22['  ]| verse. The growth and knowledge of two years of boyhood
002:077,23['  ]| stood between then and now, forbidding such an outlet: and
002:077,24['  ]| all day the stream of gloomy tenderness within him had
002:077,25['  ]| started forth and returned upon$4$ itself in$4$ dark courses and
002:077,26['  ]| eddies, wearying him in$4$ the end until the pleasantry of the
002:077,27['  ]| prefect and the painted little boy had drawn from him a
002:077,28['  ]| movement of impatience.
002:077,29[ZB ]| ~~ So$3$ you may as well admit,
002:077,29['  ]| Heron went on$5$, 
002:077,29[ZB ]| that$3$ we have
002:077,30[ZB ]| fairly found you out this time. You can not play the saint on$4$ me
002:077,31[ZB ]| any more, that$6#2$ is one sure five.
002:077,32['  ]| A soft peal of mirthless laughter escaped from his lips and,
002:077,33['  ]| bending down as before, he struck Stephen lightly across the
002:077,34['  ]| calf of the leg with his cane, as if in$4$ jesting reproof.
002:077,35['  ]| Stephen's movement of anger had already passed. He was
002:077,36['  ]| neither flattered nor confused but simply wished the banter to$9$
002:077,37['  ]| end. He scarcely resented what had seemed to$4$ him at first a
002:078,01['  ]| silly indelicateness for$3$ he knew that$3$ the adventure in$4$ his mind
002:078,02['  ]| stood in$4$ no$2$ danger from their words: and his face mirrored his
002:078,03['  ]| rival's false smile.
002:078,04[ZB ]| ~~ Admit!
002:078,04['  ]| repeated Heron, striking him again with his cane
002:078,05['  ]| across the calf of the leg.
002:078,06['  ]| The stroke was playful but not so$5#1$ lightly given as the first
002:078,07['  ]| one had been. Stephen felt the skin tingle and glow slightly
002:078,08['  ]| and almost painlessly; and bowing submissively, as if to$9$ meet
002:078,09['  ]| his companion's jesting mood, began to$9$ recite the \Confiteor\.
002:078,10['  ]| The episode ended well for$3$ both Heron and Wallis laughed
002:078,11['  ]| indulgently at the irreverence.
002:078,12['  ]| The confession came only from Stephen's lips and, while
002:078,13['  ]| they spoke the words, a sudden memory had carried him to$4$
002:078,14['  ]| another scene called up$5$, as if by$4$ magic, at the moment when
002:078,15['  ]| he had noted the faint cruel dimples at the corners of Heron's
002:078,16['  ]| smiling lips and had felt the familiar stroke of the cane against
002:078,17['  ]| his calf and had heard the familiar word of admonition:
002:078,18[ZB ]| ~~ Admit.
002:078,19['  ]| It was towards the close of his first term in$4$ the college when
002:078,20['  ]| he was in$4$ number six. His sensitive nature was still smarting
002:078,21['  ]| under the lashes of an undivined and squalid way of life. His
002:078,22['  ]| soul was still disquieted and cast down by$4$ the dull phenomenon
002:078,23['  ]| of Dublin. He had emerged from a two years' spell of
002:078,24['  ]| revery to$9$ find himself in$4$ the midst of a new scene, every event
002:078,25['  ]| and figure of which$6#1$ affected him intimately, disheartened him
002:078,26['  ]| or allured and, whether alluring or disheartening, filled him
002:078,27['  ]| always with unrest and bitter thoughts. All the leisure which$6#1$
002:078,28['  ]| his school life left him was passed in$4$ the company of subversive
002:078,29['  ]| writers whose gibes and violence of speech set up$5$ a ferment
002:078,30['  ]| in$4$ his brain before they passed out of it into his crude
002:078,31['  ]| writings.
002:078,32['  ]| The essay was for$4$ him the chief labour of his week and
002:078,33['  ]| every Tuesday, as he marched from home to$4$ the school, he
002:078,34['  ]| read his fate in$4$ the incidents of the way, pitting himself against
002:078,35['  ]| some figure ahead of him and quickening his pace to$9$ outstrip
002:078,36['  ]| it before a certain goal was reached or planting his steps
002:079,01['  ]| scrupulously in$4$ the spaces of the patchwork of the footpath
002:079,02['  ]| and telling himself that$3$ he would be first and not first in$4$ the
002:079,03['  ]| weekly essay.
002:079,04['  ]| On$4$ a certain Tuesday the course of his triumphs was rudely
002:079,05['  ]| broken. Mr*Tate, the English master, pointed his finger at him
002:079,06['  ]| and said bluntly:
002:079,07[V  ]| ~~ This fellow has heresy in$4$ his essay.
002:079,08['  ]| A hush fell on$4$ the class. Mr*Tate did not break it but dug
002:079,09['  ]| with his hand between his crossed thighs while his heavily
002:079,10['  ]| starched linen creaked about his neck and wrists. Stephen did
002:079,11['  ]| not look up$5$. It was a raw spring morning and his eyes were
002:079,12['  ]| still smarting and weak. He was conscious of failure and of
002:079,13['  ]| detection, of the squalor of his own mind and home, and felt
002:079,14['  ]| against his neck the raw edge of his turned and jagged collar.
002:079,15['  ]| A short loud laugh from Mr*Tate set the class more at ease.
002:079,16[V  ]| ~~ Perhaps you did not know that$6#2$, 
002:079,16['  ]| he said.
002:079,17[B  ]| ~~ Where? 
002:079,17['  ]| asked Stephen.
002:079,18['  ]| Mr*Tate withdrew his delving hand and spread out the
002:079,19['  ]| essay.
002:079,20[V  ]| ~~ Here. It is about the Creator and the soul. Rrm ... rrm
002:079,21[V  ]| ... rrm ...  Ah! 
002:079,21[Z  ]| \without a possibility of ever approaching\
002:079,22[Z  ]| \nearer\. 
002:079,22[V  ]| That$6#2$ is heresy.
002:079,23['  ]| Stephen murmured:
002:079,24[B  ]| ~~ I meant \without a possibility of ever reaching\.
002:079,25['  ]| It was a submission and Mr*Tate, appeased, folded up$5$ the
002:079,26['  ]| essay and passed it across to$4$ him, saying:
002:079,27[V  ]| ~~ O ... Ah! \ever reaching\. That$6#2$ is another story.
002:079,28['  ]| But the class was not so$5#1$ soon appeased. Though nobody
002:079,29['  ]| spoke to$4$ him of the affair after class he could feel about him a
002:079,30['  ]| vague general malignant joy.
002:079,31['  ]| A few nights after this public chiding  he was walking with a
002:079,32['  ]| letter along the Drumcondra*Road when he heard a voice cry:
002:079,33[ZB ]| ~~ Halt!
002:079,34['  ]| He turned and saw three boys of his own class coming
002:079,35['  ]| towards him in$4$ the dusk. It was Heron who$6#1$ had called out and,
002:079,36['  ]| as he marched forward between his two attendants, he cleft
002:080,01['  ]| the air before him with a thin cane, in$4$ time to$4$ their steps.
002:080,02['  ]| Boland, his friend, marched beside him, a large grin on$4$ his
002:080,03['  ]| face, while Nash came on$5$ a few steps behind, blowing from
002:080,04['  ]| the pace and wagging his great red head.
002:080,05['  ]| As soon as the boys had turned into Clonliffe*Road together
002:080,06['  ]| they began to$9$ speak about books and writers, saying what
002:080,07['  ]| books they were reading and how many books there were in$4$
002:080,08['  ]| their fathers' bookcases at home. Stephen listened to$4$ them in$4$
002:080,09['  ]| some wonderment for$3$ Boland was the dunce and Nash the
002:080,10['  ]| idler of the class. In$4$ fact after some talk about their favourite
002:080,11['  ]| writers Nash declared for$4$ Captain*Marryat who$6#1$, he said, was
002:080,12['  ]| the greatest writer.
002:080,13[ZB ]| ~~ Fudge! 
002:080,13['  ]| said Heron. 
002:080,13[ZB ]| Ask Dedalus. Who$6#2$ is the greatest
002:080,14[ZB ]| writer, Dedalus?
002:080,15['  ]| Stephen noted the mockery in$4$ the question and said:
002:080,16[B  ]| ~~ Of prose do you mean?
002:080,17[ZB ]| ~~ Yes.
002:080,18[B  ]| ~~ Newman, I think.
002:080,19[V  ]| ~~ Is it Cardinal*Newman? 
002:080,19['  ]| asked Boland.
002:080,20[B  ]| ~~ Yes, 
002:080,20['  ]| answered Stephen.
002:080,21['  ]| The grin broadened on$4$ Nash's freckled face as he turned to$4$
002:080,22['  ]| Stephen and said:
002:080,23[V  ]| ~~ And do you like$1$ Cardinal*Newman, Dedalus?
002:080,24[ZB ]| ~~ O, many say that$3$ Newman has the best prose style,
002:080,25['  ]| Heron said to$4$ the other two in$4$ explanation.
002:080,25[ZB ]| Of course he is not
002:080,26[ZB ]| a poet.
002:080,27[V  ]| ~~ And who$6#2$ is the best poet, Heron? 
002:080,27['  ]| asked Boland.
002:080,28[ZB ]| ~~ Lord*Tennyson, of course, 
002:080,28['  ]| answered Heron.
002:080,29[V  ]| ~~ O, yes, Lord*Tennyson, 
002:080,29['  ]| said Nash.
002:080,29[V  ]| We have all his
002:080,30[V  ]| poetry at home in$4$ a book.
002:080,31['  ]| At this Stephen forgot the silent vows he had been making
002:080,32['  ]| and burst out:
002:080,33[B  ]| ~~ Tennyson a poet! Why, he is only a rhymester!
002:080,34[ZB ]| ~~ O, get out! 
002:080,34['  ]| said Heron.
002:080,34[ZB ]| Everyone knows that$3$ Tennyson
002:080,35[ZB ]| is the greatest poet.
002:080,36[V  ]| ~~ And who$6#2$ do you think is the greatest poet? 
002:080,36['  ]| asked Boland,
002:080,37['  ]| nudging his neighbour.
002:081,01[B  ]| ~~ Byron, of course, 
002:081,01['  ]| answered Stephen.
002:081,02['  ]| Heron gave the lead and all three joined in$4$ a scornful laugh.
002:081,03[B  ]| ~~ What are you laughing at? 
002:081,03['  ]| asked Stephen.
002:081,04[ZB ]| ~~ You, 
002:081,04['  ]| said Heron.
002:081,04[ZB ]| Byron the greatest poet! He is only a
002:081,05[ZB ]| poet for$4$ uneducated people.
002:081,06[V  ]| ~~ He must be a fine poet! 
002:081,06['  ]| said Boland.
002:081,07[B  ]| ~~ You may keep your mouth shut,
002:081,07['  ]| said Stephen, turning on$4$
002:081,08['  ]| him boldly.
002:081,08[B  ]| All you know about poetry is what you wrote up$5$
002:081,09[B  ]| on$4$ the slates in$4$ the yard and were going to$9$ be sent to$4$ the loft
002:081,10[B  ]| for$4$.
002:081,11['  ]| Boland, in$4$ fact, was said to$9$ have written on$4$ the slates in$4$ the
002:081,12['  ]| yard a couplet about a classmate of his who$6#1$ often rode home
002:081,13['  ]| from the college on$4$ a pony:
002:081,14[Z  ]| \As Tyson was riding into Jerusalem\
002:081,15[Z  ]| \He fell and hurt his Alec Kafoozelum.\
002:081,16['  ]| This thrust put the two lieutenants to$4$ silence but Heron
002:081,17['  ]| went on$5$:
002:081,18[ZB ]| ~~ In$4$ any case Byron was a heretic and immoral too.
002:081,19[B  ]| ~~ I do not care what he was, 
002:081,19['  ]| cried Stephen hotly.
002:081,20[V  ]| ~~ You do not care whether he was a heretic or not? 
002:081,20['  ]| said
002:081,21['  ]| Nash.
002:081,22[B  ]| ~~ What do you know about it?
002:081,22['  ]| shouted Stephen.
002:081,22[B  ]| You never
002:081,23[B  ]| read a line of anything in$4$ your life except a trans or Boland
002:081,24[B  ]| either.
002:081,25[V  ]| ~~ I know that$3$ Byron was a bad man, 
002:081,25['  ]| said Boland.
002:081,26[ZB ]| ~~ Here, catch hold of this heretic, 
002:081,26['  ]| Heron called out.
002:081,27['  ]| In$4$ a moment Stephen was a prisoner.
002:081,28[ZB ]| ~~ Tate made you buck up$5$ the other day,
002:081,28['  ]| Heron went on$5$,
002:081,29[ZB ]| about the heresy in$4$ your essay.
002:081,30[V  ]| ~~ I will$1$ tell him tomorrow, 
002:081,30['  ]| said Boland.
002:081,31[B  ]| ~~ Will$1$ you? 
002:081,31['  ]| said Stephen. 
002:081,31[B  ]| You would be afraid to$9$ open your
002:081,32[B  ]| lips.
002:081,33[V  ]| ~~ Afraid?
002:081,34[B  ]| ~~ Ay. Afraid of your life.
002:081,35[ZB ]| ~~ Behave yourself!
002:081,35['  ]| cried Heron, cutting at Stephen's legs
002:081,36['  ]| with his cane.
002:082,01['  ]| It was the signal for$4$ their  onset. Nash pinioned his arms
002:082,02['  ]| behind while Boland seized a long cabbage stump which$6#1$ was
002:082,03['  ]| lying in$4$ the gutter. Struggling and kicking under the cuts of the
002:082,04['  ]| cane and the blows of the knotty stump Stephen was borne
002:082,05['  ]| back against a barbed wire fence.
002:082,06[Y  ]| ~~ Admit that$3$ Byron was no$2$ good.
002:082,07[B  ]| ~~ No$7$.
002:082,08[Y  ]| ~~ Admit.
002:082,09[B  ]| ~~ No$7$.
002:082,10[Y  ]| ~~ Admit.
002:082,11[B  ]| ~~ No$7$. No$7$.
002:082,12['  ]| At last after a fury of plunges he wrenched himself free. His
002:082,13['  ]| tormentors set off towards Jones's*Road, laughing and jeering
002:082,14['  ]| at him, while he, torn and flushed and panting, stumbled after
002:082,15['  ]| them half blinded with tears, clenching his fists madly and
002:082,16['  ]| sobbing.
002:082,17['  ]| While he was still repeating the \Confiteor\ amid the indulgent
002:082,18['  ]| laughter of his hearers and while the scenes of that$6#2$ malignant
002:082,19['  ]| episode were still passing sharply and swiftly before his
002:082,20['  ]| mind he wondered why he bore no$2$ malice now to$4$ those who$6#1$
002:082,21['  ]| had tormented him. He had not forgotten a whit of their
002:082,22['  ]| cowardice and cruelty but the memory of it called forth no$2$
002:082,23['  ]| anger from him. All the descriptions of fierce love and hatred
002:082,24['  ]| which$6#1$ he had met in$4$ books had  seemed to$4$ him therefore
002:082,25['  ]| unreal. Even that$6#2$ night as he stumbled homewards along
002:082,26['  ]| Jones's Road he had felt that$3$ some power was divesting him
002:082,27['  ]| of that$6#2$ suddenwoven anger as easily as a fruit is divested of its
002:082,28['  ]| soft ripe peel.
002:082,29['  ]| He remained standing with his two companions at the end
002:082,30['  ]| of the shed, listening idly to$4$ their talk or to$4$ the bursts of applause
002:082,31['  ]| in$4$ the theatre. She was sitting there among the others
002:082,32['  ]| perhaps waiting for$4$ him to$9$ appear. He tried to$9$ recall her
002:082,33['  ]| appearance but could not. He could remember only that$3$ she
002:082,34['  ]| had worn a shawl about her head like$4$ a cowl and that$3$ her dark
002:082,35['  ]| eyes had invited and unnerved him. He wondered had he been
002:082,36['  ]| in$4$ her thoughts as she had been in$4$ his. Then in$4$ the dark and
002:083,01['  ]| unseen by$4$ the other two he rested the tips of the fingers of one
002:083,02['  ]| hand upon$4$ the palm of the other hand, scarcely touching it
002:083,03['  ]| and yet pressing upon$4$ it lightly. But the pressure of her fingers
002:083,04['  ]| had been lighter and steadier: and suddenly the memory of
002:083,05['  ]| their touch traversed his brain and body like$4$ an invisible warm
002:083,06['  ]| wave.
002:083,07['  ]| A boy came towards them, running along under the shed.
002:083,08['  ]| He was excited and breathless.
002:083,09[V  ]| ~~ O, Dedalus,
002:083,09['  ]| he cried,
002:083,09[V  ]| Doyle is in$4$ a great bake about
002:083,10[V  ]| you. You are to$9$ go in$5$ at once and get dressed for$4$ the play.
002:083,11[V  ]| Hurry up$5$, you better.
002:083,12[ZB ]| ~~ He is coming now,
002:083,12['  ]| said Heron to$4$ the messenger with a
002:083,13['  ]| haughty drawl, 
002:083,13[ZB ]| when he wants to$9$.
002:083,14['  ]| The boy turned to$4$ Heron and repeated:
002:083,15[V  ]| ~~ But Doyle is in$4$ an awful bake.
002:083,16[ZB ]| ~~ Will$1$ you tell Doyle with my best compliments that$3$ I
002:083,17[ZB ]| damned his eyes? 
002:083,17['  ]| answered Heron.
002:083,18[B  ]| ~~ Well, I must go now,
002:083,18['  ]| said Stephen, who$6#1$ cared little for$4$
002:083,19['  ]| such points of honour.
002:083,20[ZB ]| ~~ I would not, 
002:083,20['  ]| said Heron, 
002:083,20[ZB ]| damn me if I would. That$6#2$ is no$2$
002:083,21[ZB ]| way to$9$ send for$4$ one of the senior boys. In$4$ a bake, indeed! I
002:083,22[ZB ]| think it is quite enough that$3$ you are taking a part in$4$ his bally old
002:083,23[ZB ]| play.
002:083,24['  ]| This spirit of quarrelsome comradeship which$6#1$ he had observed
002:083,25['  ]| lately in$4$ his rival had not seduced Stephen from his
002:083,26['  ]| habits of quiet obedience. He mistrusted the turbulence and
002:083,27['  ]| doubted the sincerity of such comradeship which$6#1$ seemed to$4$
002:083,28['  ]| him a sorry anticipation of manhood. The question of honour
002:083,29['  ]| here raised was, like$4$ all such questions, trivial to$4$ him. While
002:083,30['  ]| his mind had been pursuing its intangible phantoms and
002:083,31['  ]| turning in$4$ irresolution from such pursuit he had heard about
002:083,32['  ]| him the constant voices of his father and of his masters, urging
002:083,33['  ]| him to$9$ be a gentleman above all things and urging him to$9$ be a
002:083,34['  ]| good catholic above all things. These voices had now come to$9$
002:083,35['  ]| be hollowsounding in$4$ his ears. When the gymnasium had
002:083,36['  ]| been opened he had heard another voice urging him to$9$ be
002:084,01['  ]| strong and manly and healthy and when the movement towards
002:084,02['  ]| national revival had begun to$9$ be felt in$4$ the college yet
002:084,03['  ]| another voice had bidden him  be true to$4$ his country and help
002:084,04['  ]| to$9$ raise up$5$ her fallen language and tradition. In$4$ the profane
002:084,05['  ]| world, as he foresaw, a worldly voice would bid him raise up$5$
002:084,06['  ]| his father's fallen state by$4$ his labours and, meanwhile, the
002:084,07['  ]| voice of his school comrades urged him to$9$ be a decent fellow,
002:084,08['  ]| to$9$ shield others from blame or to$9$ beg them off and to$9$ do his
002:084,09['  ]| best to$9$ get free days for$4$ the school. And it was the din of all
002:084,10['  ]| these hollowsounding voices that$6#1$ made him halt irresolutely in$4$
002:084,11['  ]| the pursuit of phantoms. He gave them ear only for$4$ a time but
002:084,12['  ]| he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their
002:084,13['  ]| call, alone or in$4$ the company of phantasmal comrades.
002:084,14['  ]| In$4$ the vestry a plump freshfaced jesuit and an elderly man,
002:084,15['  ]| in$4$ shabby blue clothes, were dabbling in$4$ a case of paints and
002:084,16['  ]| chalks. The boys who$6#1$ had been painted walked about or stood
002:084,17['  ]| still awkwardly, touching their faces in$4$ a gingerly fashion with
002:084,18['  ]| their furtive fingertips. In$4$ the middle of the vestry a young
002:084,19['  ]| jesuit, who$6#1$ was then on$4$ a visit to$4$ the college, stood rocking
002:084,20['  ]| himself rhythmically from the tips of his toes to$4$ his heels and
002:084,21['  ]| back again, his hands thrust well forward into his sidepockets.
002:084,22['  ]| His small head set off with glossy red curls and his newly
002:084,23['  ]| shaven face agreed well with the spotless decency of his soutane
002:084,24['  ]| and with his spotless shoes.
002:084,25['  ]| As he watched this swaying form and tried to$9$ read for$4$
002:084,26['  ]| himself the legend of the priest's mocking smile there came
002:084,27['  ]| into Stephen's memory a saying which$6#1$ he had heard from his
002:084,28['  ]| father before he had been sent to$4$ Clongowes, that$3$ you could
002:084,29['  ]| always tell a jesuit by$4$ the style of his clothes. At the same
002:084,30['  ]| moment he thought he saw a likeness between his father's
002:084,31['  ]| mind and that$6#2$ of this smiling welldressed priest: and he was
002:084,32['  ]| aware of some desecration of the priest's office or of the vestry
002:084,33['  ]| itself, whose silence was now routed by$4$ loud talk and joking
002:084,34['  ]| and its air pungent with the smells of the gasjets and the
002:084,35['  ]| grease.
002:084,36['  ]| While his forehead was being wrinkled and his jaws painted
002:085,01['  ]| black and blue by$4$ the elderly man he listened distractedly to$4$
002:085,02['  ]| the voice of the plump young jesuit which$6#1$ bade him speak up$5$
002:085,03['  ]| and make his points clearly. He could hear the band playing
002:085,04['  ]| \The*Lily*of*Killarney\ and knew that$3$ in$4$ a few moments the
002:085,05['  ]| curtain would go up$5$. He felt no$2$ stage fright but the thought of
002:085,06['  ]| the part he had to$9$ play humiliated him. A remembrance  of
002:085,07['  ]| some of his lines made a sudden flush rise to$4$ his painted
002:085,08['  ]| cheeks. He saw her serious alluring eyes watching him from
002:085,09['  ]| among the audience and their image at once swept away his
002:085,10['  ]| scruples, leaving his will$0$ compact. Another nature seemed to$9$
002:085,11['  ]| have been lent him: the infection of the excitement and youth
002:085,12['  ]| about him entered into and transformed his moody mistrustfulness.
002:085,13['  ]| For$4$ one rare moment he seemed to$9$ be clothed in$4$ the
002:085,14['  ]| real apparel of boyhood: and, as he stood in$4$ the wings among
002:085,15['  ]| the other players, he shared the common mirth amid which$6#1$
002:085,16['  ]| the drop scene was hauled upwards by$4$ two ablebodied priests
002:085,17['  ]| with violent jerks and all awry.
002:085,18['  ]| A few moments after he found himself on$4$ the stage amid
002:085,19['  ]| the garish gas and the dim scenery, acting before the innumerable
002:085,20['  ]| faces of the void. It surprised him to$9$ see that$3$ the play
002:085,21['  ]| which$6#1$ he had known at rehearsals for$4$ a disjointed lifeless thing
002:085,22['  ]| had suddenly assumed a life of its own. It seemed now to$9$ play
002:085,23['  ]| itself, he and his fellow actors aiding it with their parts. When
002:085,24['  ]| the curtain fell on$4$ the last scene he heard the void filled with
002:085,25['  ]| applause and, through a rift in$4$ the side scene, saw the simple
002:085,26['  ]| body before which$6#1$ he had acted magically deformed, the void
002:085,27['  ]| of faces breaking at all points and falling asunder into busy
002:085,28['  ]| groups.
002:085,29['  ]| He left the stage quickly and rid himself of his mummery
002:085,30['  ]| and passed out through the chapel into the college garden.
002:085,31['  ]| Now that$3$ the play was over his nerves cried for$4$ some further
002:085,32['  ]| adventure. He hurried onwards as if to$9$ overtake it. The doors
002:085,33['  ]| of the theatre were all open and the audience had emptied out.
002:085,34['  ]| On$4$ the lines which$6#1$ he had fancied the moorings of an ark a
002:085,35['  ]| few lanterns swung in$4$ the night breeze, flickering cheerlessly.
002:085,36['  ]| He mounted the steps from the garden in$4$ haste, eager that$3$
002:086,01['  ]| some prey should not elude him, and forced his way through
002:086,02['  ]| the crowd in$4$ the hall and past the two jesuits who$6#1$ stood
002:086,03['  ]| watching the exodus and bowing and shaking hands with the
002:086,04['  ]| visitors. He pushed onward nervously, feigning a still greater
002:086,05['  ]| haste and faintly conscious of the smiles and stares and nudges
002:086,06['  ]| which$6#1$ his powdered head left in$4$ its wake.
002:086,07['  ]| When he came out on$4$ the steps he saw his family waiting
002:086,08['  ]| for$4$ him at the first lamp. In$4$ a glance he noted that$3$ every figure
002:086,09['  ]| of the group was familiar and ran down the steps angrily.
002:086,10[B  ]| ~~ I have to$9$ leave a message down in$4$ George's*Street, 
002:086,10['  ]| he
002:086,11['  ]| said to$4$ his father quickly.
002:086,11[B  ]| I will$1$ be home after you.
002:086,12['  ]| Without waiting for$4$ his father's questions  he ran across the
002:086,13['  ]| road and began to$9$ walk at breakneck speed down the hill. He
002:086,14['  ]| hardly knew where he was walking. Pride and hope and desire
002:086,15['  ]| like$4$ crushed herbs in$4$ his heart sent up$5$ vapours of maddening
002:086,16['  ]| incense before the eyes of his mind. He strode down the hill
002:086,17['  ]| amid the tumult of suddenrisen vapours of wounded pride and
002:086,18['  ]| fallen hope and baffled desire. They streamed upwards before
002:086,19['  ]| his anguished eyes in$4$ dense and maddening fumes and passed
002:086,20['  ]| away above him till at last the air was clear and cold again.
002:086,21['  ]| A film still veiled his eyes but they burned no$2$ longer. A
002:086,22['  ]| power, akin to$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ had often made anger or resentment
002:086,23['  ]| fall from him, brought his steps to$9$ rest. He stood still and
002:086,24['  ]| gazed up$5$ at the sombre porch of the morgue and from that$6#2$ to$4$
002:086,25['  ]| the dark cobbled laneway at its side. He saw the word \Lotts\
002:086,26['  ]| on$4$ the wall of the lane and breathed slowly the rank heavy air.
002:086,27@b   | ~~ That$6#2$ is horse piss and rotted straw, 
002:086,27['  ]| he thought. 
002:086,27@b   | It is a
002:086,28@b   | good odour to$9$ breathe. It will$1$ calm my heart. My heart is quite
002:086,29@b   | calm now. I will$1$ go back.
002:086,30['  ]| 
002:086,31['  ]| Stephen was once again seated beside his father in$4$ the
002:086,32['  ]| corner of a railway carriage at Kingsbridge. He was travelling
002:086,33['  ]| with his father by$4$ the night mail to$4$ Cork. As the train steamed
002:086,34['  ]| out of the station he recalled his childish wonder of years
002:086,35['  ]| before and every event of his first day at Clongowes. But he
002:087,01['  ]| felt no$2$ wonder now. He saw the darkening lands slipping past
002:087,02['  ]| him, the silent telegraphpoles passing his window swiftly every
002:087,03['  ]| four seconds, the little glimmering stations, manned by$4$ a few
002:087,04['  ]| silent sentries, flung by$4$ the mail behind her and twinkling for$4$ a
002:087,05['  ]| moment in$4$ the darkness like$4$ fiery grains flung backwards by$4$ a
002:087,06['  ]| runner.
002:087,07['  ]| He listened without sympathy to$4$ his father's evocation of
002:087,08['  ]| Cork and of scenes of his youth, a tale broken by$4$ sighs or
002:087,09['  ]| draughts from his pocketflask whenever the image of some
002:087,10['  ]| dead friend appeared in$4$ it or whenever the evoker remembered
002:087,11['  ]| suddenly the purpose of his actual visit. Stephen heard but
002:087,12['  ]| could feel no$2$ pity. The images of the dead were all strange to$4$
002:087,13['  ]| him save that$6#2$ of uncle*Charles, an image which$6#1$ had lately
002:087,14['  ]| been fading out of memory. He knew, however, that$3$ his father's
002:087,15['  ]| property was going to$9$ be sold by$4$ auction and in$4$ the
002:087,16['  ]| manner of his own dispossession he felt the world give the lie
002:087,17['  ]| rudely to$4$ his phantasy.
002:087,18['  ]| At Maryborough he fell asleep. When he awoke the train
002:087,19['  ]| had passed out of Mallow and his father was stretched asleep
002:087,20['  ]| on$4$ the other seat. The cold light of the dawn lay over the
002:087,21['  ]| country, over the unpeopled fields and the closed cottages.
002:087,22['  ]| The terror of sleep fascinated his mind as he watched the
002:087,23['  ]| silent country or heard from time to$4$ time his father's deep
002:087,24['  ]| breath or sudden sleepy movement. The neighbourhood of
002:087,25['  ]| unseen sleepers filled him with strange dread as though they
002:087,26['  ]| could harm him; and he prayed that$3$ the day might come
002:087,27['  ]| quickly. His prayer,  addressed neither to$4$ God nor saint, began
002:087,28['  ]| with a shiver, as the chilly morning breeze crept through the
002:087,29['  ]| chink of the carriage door to$4$ his feet, and ended in$4$ a trail of
002:087,30['  ]| foolish words which$6#1$ he made to$9$ fit the insistent rhythm of the
002:087,31['  ]| train; and silently, at intervals of four seconds, the
002:087,32['  ]| telegraphpoles held the galloping notes of the music between punctual
002:087,33['  ]| bars. This furious music allayed his dread and, leaning against
002:087,34['  ]| the windowledge, he let his eyelids close again.
002:087,35['  ]| They drove in$4$ a jingle across Cork while it was still early
002:087,36['  ]| morning and Stephen finished his sleep in$4$ a bedroom of the
002:088,01['  ]| Victoria Hotel. The bright warm sunlight was streaming
002:088,02['  ]| through the window and he could hear the din of traffic. His
002:088,03['  ]| father was standing before the dressingtable, examining his
002:088,04['  ]| hair and face and moustache with great care, craning his neck
002:088,05['  ]| across the waterjug and drawing it back sideways to$9$ see the
002:088,06['  ]| better. While he did so$5#2$ he sang softly to$4$ himself with quaint
002:088,07['  ]| accent and phrasing:
002:088,08[Z  ]| \'Tis youth and folly\
002:088,09[Z  ]| \Makes young men marry,\
002:088,10[Z  ]| \So$3$ here, my love, I will$1$\
002:088,11[Z  ]| \No$2$ longer stay.\
002:088,12[Z  ]| \What can not be cured, sure,\
002:088,13[Z  ]| \Must be injured, sure,\
002:088,14[Z  ]| \So$3$ I will$1$ go to$4$\
002:088,15[Z  ]| \Amerikay.\
002:088,16[Z  ]| \My love she is handsome,\
002:088,17[Z  ]| \My love she is bonny:\
002:088,18[Z  ]| \She is like$4$ good whisky\
002:088,19[Z  ]| \When it is new;\
002:088,20[Z  ]| \But when 'tis old\
002:088,21[Z  ]| \And growing cold\
002:088,22[Z  ]| \It fades and dies like$4$\
002:088,23[Z  ]| \The mountain dew.\
002:088,24['  ]| The consciousness of the warm sunny city outside his
002:088,25['  ]| window and the tender tremors with which$6#1$ his father's voice
002:088,26['  ]| festooned the strange sad happy air, drove off all the mists of
002:088,27['  ]| the night's ill humour from Stephen's brain. He got up$5$ quickly
002:088,28['  ]| to$9$ dress and, when the song had ended, said:
002:088,29[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is much prettier than any of your other \come-all-yous\.
002:088,30[F  ]| ~~ Do you think so$5#2$? 
002:088,30['  ]| asked Mr*Dedalus.
002:088,31[B  ]| ~~ I like$1$ it, 
002:088,31['  ]| said Stephen.
002:088,32[F  ]| ~~ It is a pretty old air, 
002:088,32['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus, twirling the points
002:088,33['  ]| of his moustache. 
002:088,33[F  ]| Ah, but you should have heard Mick*Lacy
002:089,01[F  ]| sing it! Poor Mick*Lacy! He had little turns for$4$ it, grace notes
002:089,02[F  ]| he used to$9$ put in$5$ that$6#1$ I have not got. That$6#2$ was the boy who$6#1$
002:089,03[F  ]| could sing a \come-all-you\, if you like$1$.
002:089,04['  ]| Mr*Dedalus had ordered drisheens for$4$ breakfast and during
002:089,05['  ]| the meal he crossexamined the waiter for$4$ local news. For$4$ the
002:089,06['  ]| most part they spoke at crosspurposes when a name was
002:089,07['  ]| mentioned, the waiter having in$4$ mind the present holder and
002:089,08['  ]| Mr*Dedalus his father or perhaps his grandfather.
002:089,09[F  ]| ~~ Well, I hope they have not moved the Queen's*College
002:089,10[F  ]| anyhow,
002:089,10['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus, 
002:089,10[F  ]| for$3$ I want to$9$ show it to$4$ this youngster
002:089,11[F  ]| of mine.
002:089,12['  ]| Along the Mardyke the trees were in$4$ bloom. They entered
002:089,13['  ]| the grounds of the college and were led by$4$ the garrulous
002:089,14['  ]| porter across the quadrangle. But their progress across the
002:089,15['  ]| gravel was brought to$4$ a halt after  every dozen or so$5#2$ paces by$4$
002:089,16['  ]| some reply of the porter's.
002:089,17[F  ]| ~~ Ah, do you tell me so$5#2$? And is poor Pottlebelly dead?
002:089,18[V  ]| ~~ Yes, sir. Dead, sir.
002:089,19['  ]| During these halts Stephen stood awkwardly behind the two
002:089,20['  ]| men, weary of the subject and waiting restlessly for$4$ the slow
002:089,21['  ]| march to$9$ begin again. By$4$ the time they had crossed the quadrangle
002:089,22['  ]| his restlessness had risen to$4$ fever. He wondered how
002:089,23['  ]| his father, whom he knew for$4$ a shrewd suspicious man, could
002:089,24['  ]| be duped by$4$ the servile manners of the porter; and the lively
002:089,25['  ]| southern speech which$6#1$ had entertained him all the morning
002:089,26['  ]| now irritated his ears.
002:089,27['  ]| They passed into the anatomy theatre where Mr*Dedalus,
002:089,28['  ]| the porter aiding him, searched the desks for$4$ his initials.
002:089,29['  ]| Stephen remained in$4$ the background, depressed more than
002:089,30['  ]| ever by$4$ the darkness and silence of the theatre and by$4$ the air it
002:089,31['  ]| wore of jaded and formal study. On$4$ the desk before him he
002:089,32['  ]| read the word \Fo*etus\  cut several times in$4$ the dark stained
002:089,33['  ]| wood. The sudden legend startled his blood: he seemed to$9$ feel
002:089,34['  ]| the absent students of the college about him and to$9$ shrink
002:089,35['  ]| from their company. A vision of their life, which$6#1$ his father's
002:089,36['  ]| words had been powerless to$9$ evoke, sprang up$5$ before him out
002:090,01['  ]| of the word cut in$4$ the desk. A broadshouldered student with a
002:090,02['  ]| moustache was cutting in$4$ the letters with a jackknife, seriously.
002:090,03['  ]| Other students stood or sat near him laughing at his
002:090,04['  ]| handiwork. One jogged his elbow. The big student turned on$4$
002:090,05['  ]| him, frowning. He was dressed in$4$ loose grey clothes and had
002:090,06['  ]| tan boots.
002:090,07['  ]| Stephen's name was called. He hurried down the steps of
002:090,08['  ]| the theatre so$3$ as to$9$ be as far away from the vision as he could
002:090,09['  ]| be and, peering closely at his father's initials, hid his flushed
002:090,10['  ]| face.
002:090,11['  ]| But the word and the vision capered before his eyes as he
002:090,12['  ]| walked back across the quadrangle and towards the college
002:090,13['  ]| gate. It shocked him to$9$ find in$4$ the outer world a trace of what
002:090,14['  ]| he had deemed till then a brutish and individual malady of his
002:090,15['  ]| own mind. His recent monstrous reveries came thronging into
002:090,16['  ]| his memory. They too had sprung up$5$ before him, suddenly
002:090,17['  ]| and furiously, out of mere words. He had soon given in$5$ to$4$
002:090,18['  ]| them and allowed them to$9$ sweep across and abase his intellect,
002:090,19['  ]| wondering always where they came from, from what den
002:090,20['  ]| of monstrous images, and always weak and humble towards
002:090,21['  ]| others, restless and sickened of himself when they had swept
002:090,22['  ]| over him.
002:090,23[F  ]| ~~ Ay, bedad! And there is the Groceries sure enough! 
002:090,23['  ]| cried
002:090,24['  ]| Mr*Dedalus.
002:090,24[F  ]| You often heard me speak of the Groceries,
002:090,25[F  ]| did not you, Stephen. Many is the time we went down there
002:090,26[F  ]| when our names had been marked, a crowd of us, Harry*Peard 
002:090,27[F  ]| and little Jack*Mountain and Bob*Dyas and Maurice*Moriarty, 
002:090,28[F  ]| the Frenchman, and Tom*O'Grady and Mick*Lacy
002:090,29[F  ]| that$6#1$ I told you of this morning and Joey*Corbet and poor little
002:090,30[F  ]| good hearted Johnny*Keevers of the Tantiles.
002:090,31['  ]| The leaves of the trees along the Mardyke were astir and
002:090,32['  ]| whispering in$4$ the sunlight. A team of cricketers passed, agile
002:090,33['  ]| young men in$4$ flannels and blazers, one of them carrying the
002:090,34['  ]| long green wicketbag. In$4$ a quiet bystreet a German band of
002:090,35['  ]| five players in$4$ faded uniforms and with battered brass instruments
002:090,36['  ]| was playing to$4$ an audience of street arabs and leisurely
002:091,01['  ]| messenger boys. A maid in$4$ a white cap and apron was watering
002:091,02['  ]| a box of plants on$4$ a sill which$6#1$ shone like$4$ a slab of limestone
002:091,03['  ]| in$4$ the warm glare. From another window open to$4$ the air
002:091,04['  ]| came the sound of a piano, scale after scale rising into the
002:091,05['  ]| treble.
002:091,06['  ]| Stephen walked on$5$ at his father's side, listening to$4$ stories he
002:091,07['  ]| had heard before, hearing again the names of the scattered and
002:091,08['  ]| dead revellers who$6#1$ had been the companions of his father's
002:091,09['  ]| youth. And a faint sickness sighed in$4$ his heart. He recalled his
002:091,10['  ]| own equivocal position in$4$ Belvedere, a free boy, a leader
002:091,11['  ]| afraid of his own authority, proud and sensitive and suspicious,
002:091,12['  ]| battling against the squalor of his life and against the
002:091,13['  ]| riot of his mind. The letters cut in$4$ the stained wood of the
002:091,14['  ]| desk stared upon$4$ him, mocking his bodily weakness and futile
002:091,15['  ]| enthusiasms and making him loathe himself for$4$ his own mad
002:091,16['  ]| and filthy orgies. The spittle in$4$ his throat grew bitter and foul
002:091,17['  ]| to$9$ swallow and the faint sickness climbed to$4$ his brain so$3$ that$3$
002:091,18['  ]| for$4$ a moment he closed his eyes and walked on$5$ in$4$ darkness.
002:091,19['  ]| He could still hear his father's voice
002:091,20[F  ]| ~~ When you kick out for$4$ yourself, Stephen - as I daresay
002:091,21[F  ]| you will$1$ one of those days - remember, whatever you do, to$9$
002:091,22[F  ]| mix with gentlemen. When I was a young fellow I tell you I
002:091,23[F  ]| enjoyed myself. I mixed with fine decent fellows. Everyone of
002:091,24[F  ]| us could do something. One fellow had a good voice, another
002:091,25[F  ]| fellow was a good actor, another could sing a good comic
002:091,26[F  ]| song, another was a good oarsman or a good racketplayer,
002:091,27[F  ]| another could tell a good story and so$5#2$ on$5$. We kept the ball
002:091,28[F  ]| rolling anyhow and enjoyed ourselves and saw a bit of life and
002:091,29[F  ]| we were none the worse of it either. But we were all gentlemen,
002:091,30[F  ]| Stephen - at least I hope we were - and bloody good
002:091,31[F  ]| honest Irishmen too. That$6#2$ is the kind of fellows I want you to$9$
002:091,32[F  ]| associate with, fellows of the right kidney. I am talking to$4$ you
002:091,33[F  ]| as a friend, Stephen. I do not believe in$4$ playing the stern father.
002:091,34[F  ]| I do not believe a son should be afraid of his father. No$7$, I treat
002:091,35[F  ]| you as your grandfather treated me when I was a young chap.
002:091,36[F  ]| We were more like$4$ brothers than father and son. I will$1$ never
002:092,01[F  ]| forget the first day he caught me smoking. I was standing at
002:092,02[F  ]| the end of the South*Terrace one day with some maneens like$4$
002:092,03[F  ]| myself and sure we thought we were grand fellows because we
002:092,04[F  ]| had pipes stuck in$4$ the corners of our mouths. Suddenly the
002:092,05[F  ]| governor passed. He did not say a word, or stop even. But the
002:092,06[F  ]| next day, Sunday, we were out for$4$ a walk together and when
002:092,07[F  ]| we were coming home he took out his cigar case and said:
002:092,08[Z  ]| \By*the*bye, Simon, I did not know you smoked:\
002:092,08['  ]| or something
002:092,09['  ]| like$4$ that$6#2$. Of course I tried to$9$ carry it off as best I could. 
002:092,10[Z  ]| \If you want a good smoke\, 
002:092,10['  ]| he said,
002:092,10[Z  ]| \try one of these cigars. An\
002:092,11[Z  ]| \American captain made me a present of them last night in$4$\
002:092,12[Z  ]| \Queenstown\.
002:092,13['  ]| Stephen heard his father's voice break into a laugh which$6#1$
002:092,14['  ]| was almost a sob.
002:092,15[F  ]| ~~ He was the handsomest man in$4$ Cork at that$6#2$ time, by$4$
002:092,16[F  ]| God he was! The women used to$9$ stand to$9$ look after him in$4$ the
002:092,17[F  ]| street.
002:092,18['  ]| He heard the sob passing loudly down his father's throat
002:092,19['  ]| and opened his eyes with a nervous impulse. The sunlight
002:092,20['  ]| breaking suddenly on$4$ his sight turned the sky and clouds into
002:092,21['  ]| a fantastic world of sombre masses with lakelike spaces of
002:092,22['  ]| dark rosy light. His very brain was sick and powerless. He
002:092,23['  ]| could scarcely interpret the letters of the signboards of the
002:092,24['  ]| shops. By$4$ his monstrous way of life he seemed to$9$ have put
002:092,25['  ]| himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or
002:092,26['  ]| spoke to$4$ him from the real world unless he heard in$4$ it an echo
002:092,27['  ]| of the infuriated cries within him. He could respond to$4$ no$2$
002:092,28['  ]| earthly or human appeal, dumb and insensible to$4$ the call of
002:092,29['  ]| summer and gladness and companionship, wearied and dejected
002:092,30['  ]| by$4$ his father's voice. He could scarcely recognise as his
002:092,31['  ]| his own thoughts, and repeated slowly to$4$ himself:
002:092,32[B  ]| ~~ I am Stephen*Dedalus. I am walking beside my father
002:092,33[B  ]| whose name is Simon*Dedalus. We are in$4$ Cork, in$4$ Ireland.
002:092,34[B  ]| Cork is a city. Our room is in$4$ the Victoria*Hotel. Victoria and
002:092,35[B  ]| Stephen and Simon. Simon and Stephen and Victoria. Names.
002:092,36['  ]| The memory of his childhood suddenly grew dim. He tried
002:093,01['  ]| to$9$ call forth some of its vivid moments but could not. He
002:093,02['  ]| recalled only names: Dante, Parnell, Clane, Clongowes. A
002:093,03['  ]| little boy had been taught geography by$4$ an old woman who$6#1$
002:093,04['  ]| kept two brushes in$4$ her wardrobe. Then he had been sent
002:093,05['  ]| away from home to$4$ a college. In$4$ the college he had made his
002:093,06['  ]| first communion and eaten slim jim out of his cricketcap and
002:093,07['  ]| watched the firelight leaping and dancing on$4$ the wall of a little
002:093,08['  ]| bedroom in$4$ the infirmary and dreamed of being dead, of mass
002:093,09['  ]| being said for$4$ him by$4$ the rector in$4$ a black and gold cope, of
002:093,10['  ]| being buried then in$4$ the little graveyard of the community off
002:093,11['  ]| the main avenue of limes. But he had not died then. Parnell
002:093,12['  ]| had died. There had been no$2$ mass for$4$ the dead in$4$ the chapel
002:093,13['  ]| and no$2$ procession. He had not died but he had faded out like$4$
002:093,14['  ]| a film in$4$ the sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of
002:093,15['  ]| existence for$3$ he no$2$ longer existed. How strange to$9$ think of
002:093,16['  ]| him passing out of existence in$4$ such a way, not by$4$ death but
002:093,17['  ]| by$4$ fading out in$4$ the sun or by$4$ being lost and forgotten somewhere
002:093,18['  ]| in$4$ the universe! It was strange to$9$ see his small body
002:093,19['  ]| appear again for$4$ a moment: a little boy in$4$ a grey belted suit.
002:093,20['  ]| His hands were in$4$ his sidepockets and his trousers were
002:093,21['  ]| tucked in$5$ at the  knees by$4$ elastic bands.
002:093,22['  ]| On$4$ the evening of the day on$4$ which$6#1$ the property was sold
002:093,23['  ]| Stephen followed his father meekly about the city from bar to$4$
002:093,24['  ]| bar. To$4$ the sellers in$4$ the market, to$4$ the barmen and barmaids,
002:093,25['  ]| to$4$ the beggars who$6#1$ importuned him for$4$ a lob Mr*Dedalus told
002:093,26['  ]| the same tale, that$3$ he was an old Corkonian, that$3$ he had been
002:093,27['  ]| trying for$4$ thirty years to$9$ get rid of his Cork accent up$5$ in$4$ Dublin
002:093,28['  ]| and that$3$ Peter Pickackafax beside him was his eldest son
002:093,29['  ]| but that$3$ he was only a Dublin jackeen.
002:093,30['  ]| They had set out early in$4$ the morning from Newcombe's
002:093,31['  ]| coffeehouse where Mr*Dedalus' cup had rattled noisily against
002:093,32['  ]| its saucer, and Stephen had tried to$9$ cover that$6#2$ shameful sign
002:093,33['  ]| of his father's drinkingbout of the night before by$4$ moving his
002:093,34['  ]| chair and coughing. One humiliation had succeeded another:
002:093,35['  ]| the false smiles of the market sellers, the curvettings and
002:093,36['  ]| oglings of the barmaids with whom his father flirted, the
002:094,01['  ]| compliments and encouraging words of his father's friends.
002:094,02['  ]| They had told him that$3$ he had a great look of his grandfather
002:094,03['  ]| and Mr*Dedalus had agreed that$3$ he was an ugly likeness. They
002:094,04['  ]| had unearthed traces of a Cork accent in$4$ his speech and made
002:094,05['  ]| him admit that$3$ the Lee was a much finer river than the Liffey.
002:094,06['  ]| One of them in$4$ order to$9$ put his Latin to$4$ the proof had made
002:094,07['  ]| him translate short passages from Dilectus and asked him
002:094,08['  ]| whether it was correct to$9$ say: \7Tempora 7mutantur 7nos 7et\
002:094,09['  ]| \7mutamur 7in 7illis or 7Tempora 7mutantur 7et 7nos 7mutamur 7in 7illis\.
002:094,10['  ]| Another, a brisk old man, whom Mr*Dedalus called Johnny*Cashman,
002:094,11['  ]| had covered him with confusion by$4$ asking him to$9$
002:094,12['  ]| say which$6#1$ were prettier, the Dublin girls or the Cork girls.
002:094,13['  ]| ~~ He is not that$6#2$ way built, said Mr*Dedalus. Leave him
002:094,14['  ]| alone. He is a levelheaded thinking boy who$6#1$ does not bother
002:094,15['  ]| his head about that$6#2$ kind of nonsense.
002:094,16[ZC ]| ~~ Then he is not his father's son,
002:094,16['  ]| said the little old man.
002:094,17[F  ]| ~~ I do not know, I am sure,
002:094,17['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus, smiling
002:094,18['  ]| complacently.
002:094,19[ZC ]| ~~ Your father,
002:094,19['  ]| said the little old man to$4$ Stephen, 
002:094,19[ZC ]| was the
002:094,20[ZC ]| boldest flirt in$4$ the city of Cork in$4$ his day. Do you know that$6#2$?
002:094,21['  ]| Stephen looked down and studied the tiled floor of the bar
002:094,22['  ]| into which$6#1$ they had drifted.
002:094,23[F  ]| ~~ Now do not be putting ideas into his head, 
002:094,23['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
002:094,24[F  ]| Leave him to$4$ his Maker.
002:094,25[ZC ]| ~~ Yerra, sure I would not put any ideas into his head. I am
002:094,26[ZC ]| old enough to$9$ be his grandfather. And I am a grandfather,
002:094,27['  ]| said the little old man to$4$ Stephen.
002:094,27[ZC ]| Do you know that$6#2$?
002:094,28[B  ]| ~~ Are you?
002:094,28['  ]| asked Stephen.
002:094,29[ZC ]| ~~ Bedad I am,
002:094,29['  ]| said the little old man.
002:094,29[ZC ]| I have two bouncing
002:094,30[ZC ]| grandchildren out at Sunday's*Well. Now then! What age do
002:094,31[ZC ]| you think I am? And I remember seeing your grandfather in$4$
002:094,32[ZC ]| his red coat riding out to$4$ hounds. That$6#2$ was before you were
002:094,33[ZC ]| born.
002:094,34[F  ]| ~~ Ay, or thought of, 
002:094,34['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
002:094,35[ZC ]| ~~ Bedad I did,
002:094,35['  ]| repeated the little old man.
002:094,35[ZC ]| And, more than
002:094,36[ZC ]| that$6#2$,  I can remember even your greatgrandfather, old
002:095,01[ZC ]| John*Stephen*Dedalus, and a fierce old fireeater he was. Now then!
002:095,02[ZC ]| There is a memory for$4$ you!
002:095,03[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is three generations - four generations,
002:095,03['  ]| said another
002:095,04['  ]| of the company.
002:095,04[V  ]| Why, Johnny*Cashman, you must be nearing
002:095,05[V  ]| the century.
002:095,06[ZC ]| ~~ Well, I will$1$ tell you the truth,
002:095,06['  ]| said the little old man. 
002:095,06[ZC ]| I am
002:095,07[ZC ]| just twentyseven years of age.
002:095,08[F  ]| ~~ We are as old as we feel, Johnny,
002:095,08['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus. 
002:095,08[F  ]| And
002:095,09[F  ]| just finish what you have there, and we will$1$ have another. Here,
002:095,10[F  ]| Tim or Tom or whatever your name is, give us the same again
002:095,11[F  ]| here. By$4$ God, I do not feel more than eighteen myself. There is
002:095,12[F  ]| that$6#2$ son of mine there not half my age and I am a better man
002:095,13[F  ]| than he is any day of the week.
002:095,14[V  ]| ~~ Draw it mild now, Dedalus. I think it is time for$4$ you to$9$
002:095,15[V  ]| take a back seat, 
002:095,15['  ]| said the gentleman who$6#1$ had spoken before.
002:095,16[F  ]| ~~ No$7$, by$4$ God! 
002:095,16['  ]| asserted Mr*Dedalus. 
002:095,16[F  ]| I will$1$ sing a tenor song
002:095,17[F  ]| against him or I will$1$ vault a fivebarred gate against him or I will$1$
002:095,18[F  ]| run with him after the hounds across the country as I did
002:095,19[F  ]| thirty years ago along with the Kerry Boy and the best man
002:095,20[F  ]| for$4$ it.
002:095,21[ZC ]| ~~ But he will$1$ beat you here,
002:095,21['  ]| said the little old man, tapping
002:095,22['  ]| his forehead and raising his glass to$9$ drain it.
002:095,23[F  ]| ~~ Well, I hope he will$1$ be as good a man as his father. That$6#2$ is
002:095,24[F  ]| all I can say,
002:095,24['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
002:095,25[ZC ]| ~~ If he is, he will$1$ do,
002:095,25['  ]| said the little old man.
002:095,26[F  ]| ~~ And thanks be to$4$ God, Johnny,
002:095,26['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus, 
002:095,26[F  ]| that$3$ we
002:095,27[F  ]| lived so$5#1$ long and did so$5#1$ little harm.
002:095,28[ZC ]| ~~ But did so$5#1$ much good, Simon, 
002:095,28['  ]| said the little old man
002:095,29['  ]| gravely. 
002:095,29[ZC ]| Thanks be to$4$ God we lived so$5#1$ long and did so$5#1$ much
002:095,30[ZC ]| good.
002:095,31['  ]| Stephen watched the three glasses being raised from the
002:095,32['  ]| counter as his father and his two cronies drank to$4$ the memory
002:095,33['  ]| of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered
002:095,34['  ]| him from them. His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone
002:095,35['  ]| coldly on$4$ their strifes and happiness and regrets like$4$ a moon
002:095,36['  ]| upon$4$ a younger earth. No$2$ life or youth stirred in$4$ him as it had
002:096,01['  ]| stirred in$4$ them. He had known neither the pleasure of companionship
002:096,02['  ]| with others nor the vigour of rude male health nor
002:096,03['  ]| filial piety. Nothing stirred within his soul but a cold and cruel
002:096,04['  ]| and loveless lust. His childhood was dead or lost and with it
002:096,05['  ]| his soul capable of simple joys, and he was drifting amid life
002:096,06['  ]| like$4$ the barren shell of the moon.
002:096,07[Z  ]| \Art thou pale for$4$ weariness\
002:096,08[Z  ]| \Of climbing heaven and gazing on$4$ the earth,\
002:096,09[Z  ]| \Wandering companionless ...?\
002:096,10['  ]| He repeated to$4$ himself the lines of Shelley's fragment. Its
002:096,11['  ]| alternation of sad human ineffectualness with vast inhuman
002:096,12['  ]| cycles of activity chilled him, and he forgot his own human
002:096,13['  ]| and ineffectual grieving.
002:096,14['  ]| 
002:096,15['  ]| Stephen's mother and his brother and one of his cousins
002:096,16['  ]| waited at the corner of quiet Foster*Place while he and his
002:096,17['  ]| father went up$4$ the steps and along the colonnade where the
002:096,18['  ]| highland sentry was parading. When they had passed into the
002:096,19['  ]| great hall and stood at the counter Stephen drew forth his
002:096,20['  ]| orders on$4$ the governor of the bank*of*Ireland for$4$ thirty and
002:096,21['  ]| three pounds; and these sums, the moneys of his exhibition
002:096,22['  ]| and essay prize, were paid over to$4$ him rapidly by$4$ the teller in$4$
002:096,23['  ]| notes and in$4$ coin respectively. He bestowed them in$4$ his
002:096,24['  ]| pockets with feigned  composure and suffered the friendly
002:096,25['  ]| teller, to$4$ whom his father chatted, to$9$ take his hand across the
002:096,26['  ]| broad counter and wish him a brilliant career in$4$ after life. He
002:096,27['  ]| was impatient of their voices and could not keep his feet at
002:096,28['  ]| rest. But the teller still deferred the serving of others to$9$ say he
002:096,29['  ]| was living in$4$ changed times and that$3$ there was nothing like$4$
002:096,30['  ]| giving a boy the best education that$6#1$ money could buy. Mr*Dedalus
002:096,31['  ]| lingered in$4$ the hall gazing about him and up$5$ at the
002:096,32['  ]| roof and telling Stephen, who$6#1$ urged him to$9$ come out, that$3$
002:096,33['  ]| they were standing in$4$ the house*of*commons of the old Irish
002:096,34['  ]| parliament.
002:097,01[F  ]| ~~ God help us!
002:097,01['  ]| he said piously, 
002:097,01[F  ]| to$9$ think of the men of those
002:097,02[F  ]| times, Stephen, Hely*Hutchinson and Flood and Henry*Grattan
002:097,03[F  ]| and Charles*Kendal*Bushe, and the noblemen we have
002:097,04[F  ]| now, leaders of the Irish people at home and abroad. Why, by$4$
002:097,05[F  ]| God, they would not be seen dead in$4$ a tenacre field with them.
002:097,06[F  ]| No$7$, Stephen, old chap, I am sorry to$9$ say that$3$ they are only as I
002:097,07[F  ]| roved out one fine May morning in$4$ the merry month of sweet
002:097,08[F  ]| July.
002:097,09['  ]| A keen October wind was blowing round the bank. The
002:097,10['  ]| three figures standing at the edge of the muddy path had
002:097,11['  ]| pinched cheeks and watery eyes. Stephen looked at his thinly
002:097,12['  ]| clad mother and remembered that$3$ a few days before he had
002:097,13['  ]| seen a mantle priced at twenty guineas in$4$ the windows of
002:097,14['  ]| Barnardo's.
002:097,15[F  ]| ~~ Well that$6#2$ is done,
002:097,15['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
002:097,16[B  ]| ~~ We had better go to$4$ dinner, 
002:097,16['  ]| said Stephen.
002:097,16[B  ]| Where?
002:097,17[F  ]| ~~ Dinner? 
002:097,17['  ]| said Mr*Dedalus.
002:097,17[F  ]| Well, I suppose we had better,
002:097,18[F  ]| what?
002:097,19[C  ]| ~~ Some place that$6#1$ is not too dear, 
002:097,19['  ]| said Mrs*Dedalus.
002:097,20[F  ]| ~~ Underdone's?
002:097,21[C  ]| ~~ Yes. Some quiet place.
002:097,22[B  ]| ~~ Come along, 
002:097,22['  ]| said Stephen quickly.
002:097,22[B  ]| It does not matter
002:097,23[B  ]| about the dearness.
002:097,24['  ]| He walked on$5$ before them with short nervous steps, smiling.
002:097,25['  ]| They tried to$9$ keep up$5$ with him, smiling also at his eagerness.
002:097,26[F  ]| ~~ Take it easy like$4$ a good young fellow,
002:097,26['  ]| said his father.
002:097,27[F  ]| We are not out for$4$ the half mile, are we?
002:097,28['  ]| For$4$ a swift season of merrymaking the money of his prizes
002:097,29['  ]| ran through Stephen's  fingers. Great parcels of groceries and
002:097,30['  ]| delicacies and dried fruits arrived from the city. Every day he
002:097,31['  ]| drew up$5$ a bill of fare for$4$ the family and every night led a party
002:097,32['  ]| of three or four to$4$ the theatre to$9$ see \Ingomar or The*Lady*of*Lyons\. 
002:097,33['  ]| In$4$ his coat pockets he carried squares of Vienna chocolate
002:097,34['  ]| for$4$ his guests while his trousers' pockets bulged with
002:097,35['  ]| masses of silver and copper coins. He bought presents for$4$
002:098,01['  ]| everyone, overhauled his room, wrote out resolutions, marshalled
002:098,02['  ]| his books up$4$ and down their shelves, pored upon$4$ all
002:098,03['  ]| kinds of price lists, drew up$5$ a form of commonwealth for$4$ the
002:098,04['  ]| household by$4$ which$6#1$ every member of it held some office,
002:098,05['  ]| opened a loan bank for$4$ his family and pressed loans on$4$ willing
002:098,06['  ]| borrowers so$3$ that$3$ he might have the pleasure of making out
002:098,07['  ]| receipts and reckoning the interests on$4$ the sums lent. When he
002:098,08['  ]| could do no$2$ more he drove up$4$ and down the city in$4$ trams.
002:098,09['  ]| Then the season of pleasure came to$4$ an end. The pot of pink
002:098,10['  ]| enamel paint gave out and the wainscot of his bedroom remained
002:098,11['  ]| with its unfinished and illplastered coat.
002:098,12['  ]| His household returned to$4$ its usual way of life. His mother
002:098,13['  ]| had no$2$ further occasion to$9$ upbraid him for$4$ squandering his
002:098,14['  ]| money. He too returned to$4$ his old life at school and all his
002:098,15['  ]| novel enterprises fell to$4$ pieces. The commonwealth fell, the
002:098,16['  ]| loan bank closed its coffers and its books on$4$ a sensible loss,
002:098,17['  ]| the rules of life which$6#1$ he had drawn about himself fell into
002:098,18['  ]| desuetude.
002:098,19['  ]| How foolish his aim had been! He had tried to$9$ build a
002:098,20['  ]| breakwater of order and elegance against the sordid tide of life
002:098,21['  ]| without him and to$9$ dam up$5$, by$4$ rules of conduct and active
002:098,22['  ]| interests and new filial relations, the powerful recurrence of
002:098,23['  ]| the tides within him. Useless. From without as from within the
002:098,24['  ]| water had flowed over his barriers: their tides began once
002:098,25['  ]| more to$9$ jostle fiercely above the crumbled mole.
002:098,26['  ]| He saw clearly too his own futile isolation. He had not gone
002:098,27['  ]| one step nearer the lives he had sought to$9$ approach nor
002:098,28['  ]| bridged the restless shame and rancour that$6#1$ divided him from
002:098,29['  ]| mother and brother and sister. He felt that$3$ he was hardly of
002:098,30['  ]| the one blood with them but stood to$4$ them rather in$4$ the mystical
002:098,31['  ]| kinship of fosterage, fosterchild and fosterbrother.
002:098,32['  ]| He burned to$9$ appease the fierce longings of his heart before
002:098,33['  ]| which$6#1$ everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that$3$
002:098,34['  ]| he was in$4$ mortal sin, that$3$ his life had grown to$9$ be a tissue of
002:098,35['  ]| subterfuge and falsehood. Beside the savage desire within him
002:098,36['  ]| to$9$ realise the enormities which$6#1$ he brooded on$4$ nothing was
002:099,01['  ]| sacred. He bore cynically with the shameful details of his
002:099,02['  ]| secret riots in$4$ which$6#1$ he exulted to$9$ defile with patience whatever
002:099,03['  ]| image had attracted his eyes. By$4$ day and by$4$ night he
002:099,04['  ]| moved among distorted images of the outer world. A figure
002:099,05['  ]| that$6#1$ had seemed to$4$ him by$4$ day demure and innocent  came
002:099,06['  ]| towards him by$4$ night through the winding darkness of sleep,
002:099,07['  ]| her face transfigured by$4$ a lecherous cunning, her eyes bright
002:099,08['  ]| with brutish joy. Only the morning pained him with its dim
002:099,09['  ]| memory of dark orgiastic riot, its keen and humiliating sense of
002:099,10['  ]| transgression.
002:099,11['  ]| He returned to$4$ his wanderings. The veiled autumnal evenings
002:099,12['  ]| led him from street to$4$ street as they had led him years
002:099,13['  ]| before along the quiet avenues of Blackrock. But no$2$ vision of
002:099,14['  ]| trim front gardens or of kindly lights in$4$ the windows poured a
002:099,15['  ]| tender influence upon$4$ him now. Only at times, in$4$ the pauses of
002:099,16['  ]| his desire, when the luxury that$6#1$ was wasting him gave room to$4$
002:099,17['  ]| a softer languor, the image of Mercedes traversed the background
002:099,18['  ]| of his memory. He saw again the small white house
002:099,19['  ]| and the garden of rosebushes on$4$ the road that$6#1$ led to$4$ the
002:099,20['  ]| mountains and he remembered the sadly proud gesture of
002:099,21['  ]| refusal which$6#1$ he was to$9$ make there, standing with her in$4$ the
002:099,22['  ]| moonlit garden after years of estrangement and adventure. At
002:099,23['  ]| those moments the soft speeches of Claude*Melnotte rose to$4$
002:099,24['  ]| his lips and eased his unrest. A tender premonition touched
002:099,25['  ]| him of the tryst he had then looked forward to$4$ and, in$4$ spite of
002:099,26['  ]| the horrible reality which$6#1$ lay between his hope of then and
002:099,27['  ]| now, of the holy encounter he had then imagined at which$6#1$
002:099,28['  ]| weakness and timidity and inexperience were to$9$ fall from him.
002:099,29['  ]| Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang
002:099,30['  ]| up$5$ again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate
002:099,31['  ]| cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his
002:099,32['  ]| brain to$9$ force a passage. His blood was in$4$ revolt. He wandered
002:099,33['  ]| up$4$ and down the dark slimy streets peering into the
002:099,34['  ]| gloom of lanes and doorways, listening eagerly for$4$ any sound.
002:099,35['  ]| He moaned to$4$ himself like$4$ some baffled prowling beast. He
002:099,36['  ]| wanted to$9$ sin with another of his kind, to$9$ force another being
002:100,01['  ]| to$9$ sin with him and to$9$ exult with her in$4$ sin. He felt some dark
002:100,02['  ]| presence moving irresistibly upon$4$ him from the  darkness, a
002:100,03['  ]| presence subtle and murmurous as a flood filling him wholly
002:100,04['  ]| with itself. Its murmur besieged his ears like$4$ the murmur of
002:100,05['  ]| some multitude in$4$ sleep; its subtle streams penetrated his
002:100,06['  ]| being. His hands clenched convulsively and his teeth set
002:100,07['  ]| together as he suffered the agony of its penetration. He
002:100,08['  ]| stretched out his arms in$4$ the street to$9$ hold fast the frail swooning
002:100,09['  ]| form that$6#1$ eluded him and incited him: and the cry that$6#1$ he
002:100,10['  ]| had strangled for$4$ so$5#1$ long in$4$ his throat issued from his lips. It
002:100,11['  ]| broke from him like$4$ a wail of despair from a hell of sufferers
002:100,12['  ]| and died in$4$ a wail of furious entreaty, a cry for$4$ an iniquitous
002:100,13['  ]| abandonment, a cry which$6#1$ was but the echo of an obscene
002:100,14['  ]| scrawl which$6#1$ he had read on$4$ the oozing wall of a urinal.
002:100,15['  ]| He had wandered into a maze of narrow and dirty streets.
002:100,16['  ]| From the foul laneways he heard bursts of hoarse riot and
002:100,17['  ]| wrangling and the drawling of drunken singers. He walked
002:100,18['  ]| onward, undismayed, wondering whether he had strayed into
002:100,19['  ]| the quarter of the jews. Women and girls dressed in$4$ long vivid
002:100,20['  ]| gowns traversed the street from house to$4$ house. They were
002:100,21['  ]| leisurely and perfumed. A trembling seized him and his eyes
002:100,22['  ]| grew dim. The yellow gasflames arose before his troubled
002:100,23['  ]| vision against the vapoury sky, burning as if before an altar.
002:100,24['  ]| Before the doors and in$4$ the lighted halls groups were gathered
002:100,25['  ]| arrayed as for$4$ some rite. He was in$4$ another world: he had
002:100,26['  ]| awakened from a slumber of centuries.
002:100,27['  ]| He stood still in$4$ the middle of the roadway, his heart clamouring
002:100,28['  ]| against his bosom in$4$ a tumult. A young woman dressed
002:100,29['  ]| in$4$ a long pink gown laid her hand on$4$ his arm to$9$ detain him
002:100,30['  ]| and gazed into his face. She said gaily:
002:100,31[W  ]| ~~ Good night, Willie dear!
002:100,32['  ]| Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with
002:100,33['  ]| her legs apart in$4$ the copious easychair beside the bed. He tried
002:100,34['  ]| to$9$ bid his tongue speak that$3$ he might seem at ease, watching
002:100,35['  ]| her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements
002:100,36['  ]| of her perfumed head.
002:101,01['  ]| As he stood silent in$4$ the middle of the room she came over
002:101,02['  ]| to$4$ him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms
002:101,03['  ]| held him firmly to$4$ her and he, seeing her face lifted to$4$ him in$4$
002:101,04['  ]| serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her
002:101,05['  ]| breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and
002:101,06['  ]| relief shone in$4$ his delighted eyes and his lips parted though
002:101,07['  ]| they would not speak.
002:101,08['  ]| She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a
002:101,09['  ]| little rascal.
002:101,10[W  ]| ~~ Give me a kiss,
002:101,10['  ]| she said.
002:101,11['  ]| His lips would not bend to$9$ kiss her. He wanted to$9$ be held
002:101,12['  ]| firmly in$4$ her arms, to$9$ be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In$4$ her
002:101,13['  ]| arms he felt that$3$ he had suddenly become strong and fearless
002:101,14['  ]| and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to$9$ kiss her.
002:101,15['  ]| With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined
002:101,16['  ]| her lips to$4$ his and he read the meaning of her movements in$4$
002:101,17['  ]| her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for$4$ him. He closed his
002:101,18['  ]| eyes, surrendering himself to$4$ her, body and mind, conscious of
002:101,19['  ]| nothing in$4$ the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting
002:101,20['  ]| lips. They pressed upon$4$ his brain as upon$4$ his lips as though
002:101,21['  ]| they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he
002:101,22['  ]| felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of
002:101,23['  ]| sin, softer than sound or odour.
003:102,00@@@@@|
003:102,01[U  ]| <III>
003:102,02['  ]| The swift December dusk had come tumbling clownishly
003:102,03['  ]| after its dull day and, as he stared through the dull
003:102,04['  ]| square of the window of the schoolroom, he felt his belly crave
003:102,05['  ]| for$4$ its food. He hoped there would be stew for$4$ dinner, turnips
003:102,06['  ]| and carrots and bruised potatoes and fat mutton pieces to$9$ be
003:102,07['  ]| ladled out in$4$ thick peppered flourfattened sauce. Stuff it into
003:102,08['  ]| you, his belly counselled him.
003:102,09['  ]| It would be a gloomy secret night. After early nightfall the
003:102,10['  ]| yellow lamps would light up$5$, here and there, the squalid
003:102,11['  ]| quarter of the brothels. He would follow a devious course up$4$
003:102,12['  ]| and down the streets, circling always nearer and nearer in$4$ a
003:102,13['  ]| tremor of fear and joy, until his feet led him suddenly round a
003:102,14['  ]| dark corner. The whores would be just coming out of their
003:102,15['  ]| houses making ready for$4$ the night, yawning lazily after their
003:102,16['  ]| sleep and settling the hairpins in$4$ their clusters of hair. He
003:102,17['  ]| would pass by$4$ them calmly waiting for$4$ a sudden movement of
003:102,18['  ]| his own will$0$ or a sudden call to$4$ his sinloving soul from their
003:102,19['  ]| soft perfumed flesh. Yet as he prowled in$4$ quest of that$6#2$ call, his
003:102,20['  ]| senses, stultified only by$4$ his desire, would note keenly all that$6#1$
003:102,21['  ]| wounded or shamed them; his eyes, a ring of porter froth on$4$ a
003:102,22['  ]| clothless table or a photograph of two soldiers standing to$4$
003:102,23['  ]| attention or a gaudy playbill; his ears, the drawling jargon of
003:102,24['  ]| greeting:
003:102,25[W  ]| ~~ Hello, Bertie, any good in$4$ your mind?
003:102,26[W  ]| ~~ Is that$6#2$ you, pigeon?
003:102,27[W  ]| ~~ Number ten. Fresh Nelly is waiting on$4$ you.
003:102,28[W  ]| ~~ Goodnight, husband! Coming in$5$ to$9$ have a short time?
003:102,29['  ]| The equation on$4$ the page of his scribbler began to$9$ spread
003:103,01['  ]| out a widening tail, eyed and starred like$4$ a peacock's; and,
003:103,02['  ]| when the eyes and stars of its indices had been eliminated,
003:103,03['  ]| began slowly to$9$ fold itself together again. The indices appearing
003:103,04['  ]| and disappearing were eyes opening and closing; the eyes
003:103,05['  ]| opening and closing were stars being born and being
003:103,06['  ]| quenched. The vast cycle of starry life bore his weary  mind
003:103,07['  ]| outward to$4$ its verge and inward to$4$ its centre, a distant music
003:103,08['  ]| accompanying him outward and inward. What music? The
003:103,09['  ]| music came nearer and he recalled the words, the words of
003:103,10['  ]| Shelley's fragment upon$4$ the moon wandering companionless,
003:103,11['  ]| pale for$4$ weariness. The stars began to$9$ crumble and a cloud of
003:103,12['  ]| fine stardust fell through space.
003:103,13['  ]| The dull light fell more faintly upon$4$ the page whereon
003:103,14['  ]| another equation began to$9$ unfold itself slowly and to$9$ spread
003:103,15['  ]| abroad its widening tail. It was his own soul going forth to$4$
003:103,16['  ]| experience, unfolding itself sin by$4$ sin, spreading abroad the
003:103,17['  ]| balefire of its burning stars and folding back upon$4$ itself, fading
003:103,18['  ]| slowly, quenching its own lights and fires. They were
003:103,19['  ]| quenched: and the cold darkness filled chaos.
003:103,20['  ]| A cold lucid indifference reigned in$4$ his soul. At his first
003:103,21['  ]| violent sin he had felt a wave of vitality pass out of him and
003:103,22['  ]| had feared to$9$ find his body or his soul maimed by$4$ the excess.
003:103,23['  ]| Instead the vital wave had carried him on$4$ its bosom out of
003:103,24['  ]| himself and back again when it receded: and no$2$ part of body
003:103,25['  ]| or soul had been maimed but a dark peace had been established
003:103,26['  ]| between them. The chaos in$4$ which$6#1$ his ardour extinguished
003:103,27['  ]| itself was a cold indifferent knowledge of himself. He
003:103,28['  ]| had sinned mortally not once but many times and he knew
003:103,29['  ]| that$6#2$, while he stood in$4$ danger of eternal damnation for$4$ the
003:103,30['  ]| first sin alone, by$4$ every succeeding sin he multiplied his guilt
003:103,31['  ]| and his punishment. His days and works and thoughts could
003:103,32['  ]| make no$2$ atonement for$4$ him, the fountains of sanctifying grace
003:103,33['  ]| having ceased to$9$ refresh his soul. At most, by$4$ an alms given to$4$
003:103,34['  ]| a beggar whose blessing he fled from, he might hope wearily
003:103,35['  ]| to$9$ win for$4$ himself some measure of actual grace. Devotion
003:103,36['  ]| had gone by$4$ the board. What did it avail to$9$ pray when he
003:104,01['  ]| knew that$3$ his soul lusted after its own destruction? A certain
003:104,02['  ]| pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to$4$ God even
003:104,03['  ]| one prayer at night though he knew it was in$4$ God's power to$9$
003:104,04['  ]| take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere
003:104,05['  ]| he could beg for$4$ mercy. His pride in$4$ his own sin, his loveless
003:104,06['  ]| awe of God, told him that$3$ his offence was too grievous to$9$ be
003:104,07['  ]| atoned for$5$ in$4$ whole or in$4$ part by$4$ a false homage to$4$ the Allseeing
003:104,08['  ]| and Allknowing.
003:104,09[V  ]| ~~ Well now, Ennis, I declare you have a head and so$5#2$ has
003:104,10[V  ]| my stick! Do you mean to$9$ say that$3$ you are not able to$9$ tell
003:104,11[V  ]| me what a surd is?
003:104,12['  ]| The blundering answer stirred the embers of his contempt
003:104,13['  ]| of his fellows. Towards others he felt neither shame nor fear.
003:104,14['  ]| On$4$ Sunday mornings as he passed the churchdoor he glanced
003:104,15['  ]| coldly at the worshippers who$6#1$ stood bareheaded, four deep,
003:104,16['  ]| outside the church, morally present at the mass which$6#1$ they
003:104,17['  ]| could neither see nor hear. Their dull piety and the sickly smell
003:104,18['  ]| of the cheap hairoil with which$6#1$ they had anointed their heads
003:104,19['  ]| repelled him from the altar they prayed at. He stooped to$4$ the
003:104,20['  ]| evil of hypocrisy with others, sceptical of their innocence
003:104,21['  ]| which$6#1$ he could cajole so$5#1$ easily.
003:104,22['  ]| On$4$ the wall of his bedroom hung an illuminated scroll, the
003:104,23['  ]| certificate of his prefecture in$4$ the college of the sodality of the
003:104,24['  ]| Blessed*Virgin Mary. On$4$ Saturday mornings when the sodality
003:104,25['  ]| met in$4$ the chapel to$9$ recite the little office his place was a
003:104,26['  ]| cushioned kneelingdesk at the right of the altar from which$6#1$ he
003:104,27['  ]| led his wing of boys through the responses. The falsehood of
003:104,28['  ]| his position did not pain him. If at moments he felt an impulse
003:104,29['  ]| to$9$ rise from his post of honour and, confessing before them all
003:104,30['  ]| his unworthiness, to$9$ leave the chapel, a glance at their faces
003:104,31['  ]| restrained him. The imagery of the psalms of prophecy
003:104,32['  ]| soothed his barren pride. The glories of Mary held his soul
003:104,33['  ]| captive: spikenard and myrrh and frankincense, symbolising
003:104,34['  ]| the preciousness of God's gifts to$4$ her soul, rich garments,
003:104,35['  ]| symbolising her royal lineage, her emblems, the lateflowering
003:104,36['  ]| plant and lateblossoming tree, symbolising the agelong gradual
003:104,37['  ]| growth of her cultus among men. When it fell to$4$ him to$9$
003:105,01['  ]| read the lesson towards the close of the office he read it in$4$ a
003:105,02['  ]| veiled voice, lulling his conscience to$4$ its music.
003:105,03[Z  ]| \7Quasi 7cedrus 7exaltata 7sum 7in 7Libanon 7et 7quasi 7cupressus 7in\
003:105,04[Z  ]| \7monte 7Sion. 7Quasi 7palma 7exaltata 7sum 7in 7Gades 7et 7quasi\
003:105,05[Z  ]| \7plantatio 7rosae 7in 7Jericho. 7Quasi 7uliva 7speciosa 7in 7campis 7et\
003:105,06[Z  ]| \7quasi 7platanus 7exaltata 7sum 7juxta 7aquam 7in 7plateis. 7Sicut\
003:105,07[Z  ]| \7cinnamomum 7et 7balsamum 7aromatizans 7odorem 7dedi 7et 7quasi\
003:105,08[Z  ]| \7myrrha 7electa 7dedi 7suavitatem 7odoris\.
003:105,09['  ]| His sin, which$6#1$ had covered him from the sight of God, had
003:105,10['  ]| led him nearer to$4$ the refuge of sinners. Her eyes seemed to$9$
003:105,11['  ]| regard him with mild pity; her holiness, a strange light glowing
003:105,12['  ]| faintly upon$4$ her frail flesh, did not humiliate the sinner who$6#1$
003:105,13['  ]| approached her. If ever he was impelled to$9$ cast sin from him
003:105,14['  ]| and to$9$ repent the impulse that$6#1$ moved him was the wish to$9$ be
003:105,15['  ]| her knight. If ever his soul, reentering her dwelling shyly after
003:105,16['  ]| the frenzy of his body's lust had spent itself, was turned towards
003:105,17['  ]| her whose emblem is the morning star, 
003:105,17[Z  ]| \bright\ \and\
003:105,18[Z  ]| \musical\, \telling\ \of\ \heaven\ \and\ \infusing\ \peace\, 
003:105,18['  ]| it was when her
003:105,19['  ]| names were murmured softly by$4$ lips whereon there still lingered
003:105,20['  ]| foul and shameful words, the savour itself of a lewd kiss.
003:105,21['  ]| That$6#2$ was strange. He tried to$9$ think how it could be but the
003:105,22['  ]| dusk, deepening in$4$ the schoolroom, covered over his thoughts.
003:105,23['  ]| The bell rang. The master marked the sums and cuts to$9$ be
003:105,24['  ]| done for$4$ the next lesson and went out. Heron, beside Stephen,
003:105,25['  ]| began to$9$ hum tunelessly.
003:105,26[Z  ]| \My excellent friend Bombados\.
003:105,27['  ]| Ennis, who$6#1$ had gone to$4$ the yard, came back, saying:
003:105,28[V  ]| ~~ The boy from the house is coming up$5$ for$4$ the rector.
003:105,29['  ]| A tall boy behind Stephen rubbed his hands and said:
003:105,30[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is game ball. We can scut the whole hour. He will$1$ not
003:105,31[V  ]| be in$5$ till after half two. Then you can ask him questions on$4$ the
003:105,32[V  ]| catechism, Dedalus.
003:105,33['  ]| Stephen, leaning back and drawing idly on$4$ his scribbler,
003:105,34['  ]| listened to$4$ the talk about him which$6#1$ Heron checked from time
003:105,35['  ]| to$4$ time by$4$ saying:
003:106,01[ZB ]| ~~ Shut up$5$, will$1$ you. Do not make such a bally racket!
003:106,02['  ]| It was strange too that$3$ he found an arid pleasure in$4$ following
003:106,03['  ]| up$5$ to$4$ the end the rigid lines of the doctrines of the church
003:106,04['  ]| and penetrating into obscure silences  only to$9$ hear and feel the
003:106,05['  ]| more deeply his own condemnation. The sentence of saint*James 
003:106,06['  ]| which$6#1$ says that$3$ he who$6#1$ offends against one commandment
003:106,07['  ]| becomes guilty of all had seemed to$4$ him first a swollen
003:106,08['  ]| phrase until he had begun to$9$ grope in$4$ the darkness of his own
003:106,09['  ]| state. From the evil seed of lust all other deadly sins had
003:106,10['  ]| sprung forth: pride in$4$ himself and contempt of others, covetousness
003:106,11['  ]| in$4$ using money for$4$ the purchase of unlawful pleasure,
003:106,12['  ]| envy of those whose vices he could not reach to$4$ and
003:106,13['  ]| calumnious murmuring against the pious, gluttonous  enjoyment
003:106,14['  ]| of food, the dull glowering anger amid which$6#1$ he brooded
003:106,15['  ]| upon$4$ his longing, the swamp of spiritual and bodily sloth in$4$
003:106,16['  ]| which$6#1$ his whole being had sunk.
003:106,17['  ]| As he sat in$4$ his bench gazing calmly at the rector's shrewd
003:106,18['  ]| harsh face his mind wound itself in$5$ and out of the curious
003:106,19['  ]| questions proposed to$4$ it. 
003:106,19@b   | If a man had stolen a pound in$4$ his
003:106,20@b   | youth and had used that$6#2$ pound to$9$ amass a huge fortune
003:106,21@b   | how much was he obliged to$9$ give back, the pound he had
003:106,22@b   | stolen only or the pound together with the compound interest
003:106,23@b   | accruing upon$4$ it or all his huge fortune? If a layman in$4$ giving
003:106,24@b   | baptism pour the water before saying the words is the child
003:106,25@b   | baptised? Is baptism with a mineral water valid? How comes
003:106,26@b   | it that$3$ while the first beatitude promises the kingdom of
003:106,27@b   | heaven to$4$ the poor of heart the second beatitude promises also
003:106,28@b   | to$4$ the meek that$3$ they shall possess the land? Why was the
003:106,29@b   | sacrament of the eucharist instituted under the two species of
003:106,30@b   | bread and wine if Jesus*Christ be present body and blood, soul
003:106,31@b   | and divinity, in$4$ the bread alone and in$4$ the wine alone? Does a
003:106,32@b   | tiny particle of the consecrated bread contain all the body and
003:106,33@b   | blood of Jesus*Christ or a part only of the body and blood? If
003:106,34@b   | the wine change into vinegar and the host crumble  into corruption
003:106,35@b   | after they have been consecrated is Jesus*Christ still
003:106,36@b   | present under their species as God and as man?
003:107,01[V  ]| ~~ Here he is! Here he is!
003:107,02['  ]| A boy from his post at the window had seen the rector
003:107,03['  ]| come from the house. All the catechisms were opened and all
003:107,04['  ]| heads bent upon$4$ them silently. The rector entered and took
003:107,05['  ]| his seat on$4$ the dais. A gentle kick from the tall boy in$4$ the
003:107,06['  ]| bench behind urged Stephen to$9$ ask a difficult question.
003:107,07['  ]| The rector did not ask for$4$ a catechism to$9$ hear the lesson
003:107,08['  ]| from. He clasped his hands on$4$ the desk and said:
003:107,09[R  ]| ~~ The retreat will$1$ begin on$4$ Wednesday afternoon in$4$ honour
003:107,10[R  ]| of saint*Francis*Xavier whose feast day is Saturday. The
003:107,11[R  ]| retreat will$1$ go on$5$ from Wednesday to$4$ Friday. On$4$ Friday
003:107,12[R  ]| confession will$1$ be heard all the afternoon after beads. If any
003:107,13[R  ]| boys have special confessors perhaps it will$1$ be better for$4$ them
003:107,14[R  ]| not to$9$ change. Mass will$1$ be on$4$ Saturday morning at nine
003:107,15[R  ]| o'clock and general communion for$4$ the whole college. Saturday
003:107,16[R  ]| will$1$ be a free day. Sunday of course. But Saturday and
003:107,17[R  ]| Sunday being free days some boys might be inclined to$9$ think
003:107,18[R  ]| that$3$ Monday is a free day also. Beware of making that$6#2$ mistake.
003:107,19[R  ]| I think you, Lawless, are likely to$9$ make that$6#2$ mistake.
003:107,20[V  ]| ~~ I, sir? Why,  sir?
003:107,21['  ]| A little wave of quiet mirth broke forth over the class of
003:107,22['  ]| boys from the rector's grim smile. Stephen's heart began
003:107,23['  ]| slowly to$9$ fold and fade with fear like$4$ a withering flower.
003:107,24['  ]| The rector went on$5$ gravely:
003:107,25[R  ]| ~~ You are all familiar with the story of the life of
003:107,26[R  ]| saint*Francis*Xavier, I suppose, the patron of your college. He
003:107,27[R  ]| came of an old and illustrious Spanish family and you remember
003:107,28[R  ]| that$3$ he was one of the first followers of saint*Ignatius.
003:107,29[R  ]| They met in$4$ Paris where Francis*Xavier was professor of
003:107,30[R  ]| philosophy at the university. This young and brilliant nobleman
003:107,31[R  ]| and man of letters entered heart and soul into the ideas of
003:107,32[R  ]| our glorious founder, and you know that$3$ he, at his own desire,
003:107,33[R  ]| was sent by$4$ saint*Ignatius to$9$ preach to$4$ the Indians. He is
003:107,34[R  ]| called, as you know, the apostle of the Indies. He went from
003:107,35[R  ]| country to$4$ country in$4$ the east, from Africa to$4$ India, from
003:107,36[R  ]| India to$4$ Japan, baptising  the people. He is said to$9$ have baptised
003:108,01[R  ]| as many as ten thousand idolaters in$4$ one month. It is said
003:108,02[R  ]| that$3$ his right arm had grown powerless from having been
003:108,03[R  ]| raised so$5#1$ often over the heads of those whom he baptised. He
003:108,04[R  ]| wished then to$9$ go to$4$ China to$9$ win still more souls for$4$ God but
003:108,05[R  ]| he died of fever on$4$ the island of Sancian. A great saint,
003:108,06[R  ]| saint*Francis*Xavier! A great soldier of God!
003:108,07['  ]| The rector paused and then, shaking his clasped hands
003:108,08['  ]| before him, went on$5$:
003:108,09[R  ]| ~~ He had the faith in$4$ him that$6#1$ moves mountains. Ten
003:108,10[R  ]| thousand souls won for$4$ God in$4$ a single month! That$6#2$ is a true
003:108,11[R  ]| conqueror, true to$4$ the motto of our order: \ad*majorem*Dei*gloriam\! 
003:108,12[R  ]| A saint who$6#1$ has great power in$4$ heaven, remember:
003:108,13[R  ]| power to$9$ intercede for$4$ us in$4$ our grief, power to$9$ obtain whatever
003:108,14[R  ]| we pray for$4$ if it be for$4$ the good of our souls, power
003:108,15[R  ]| above all to$9$ obtain for$4$ us the grace to$9$ repent if we be in$4$ sin. A
003:108,16[R  ]| great saint, saint*Francis*Xavier! A great fisher of souls!
003:108,17['  ]| He ceased to$9$ shake his clasped hands and, resting them
003:108,18['  ]| against his forehead, looked right and left of them keenly at
003:108,19['  ]| his listeners out of his dark stern eyes.
003:108,20['  ]| In$4$ the silence their dark fire kindled the dusk into a tawny
003:108,21['  ]| glow. Stephen's heart had withered up$5$ like$4$ a flower of the
003:108,22['  ]| desert that$6#1$ feels the simoom coming from afar.
003:108,23['  ]| 
003:108,24[Z  ]| ~~ \Remember\ \only\ \thy\ \last\ \things\ \and\ \thou\ \shalt\ \not\ \sin\ \for*ever\
003:108,25[Z  ]| ~~  words taken, my dear little brothers in$4$ Christ, from the
003:108,26[Z  ]| book of Ecclesiastes, seventh chapter, fortieth verse. In$4$ the
003:108,27[Z  ]| name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy*Ghost.
003:108,28[Z  ]| Amen.
003:108,29['  ]| Stephen sat in$4$ the front bench of the chapel. Father*Arnall
003:108,30['  ]| sat at a table to$4$ the left of the altar. He wore about his shoulders
003:108,31['  ]| a heavy cloak; his pale face was drawn and his voice
003:108,32['  ]| broken with rheum. The figure of his old master, so$5#1$ strangely
003:108,33['  ]| rearisen, brought back to$4$ Stephen's mind his life at Clongowes:
003:108,34['  ]| the wide playgrounds, swarming with boys, the square
003:108,35['  ]| ditch, the little cemetery off the main avenue of limes where
003:109,01['  ]| he had dreamed of being buried, the firelight on$4$ the wall of the
003:109,02['  ]| infirmary where he lay sick, the sorrowful face of Brother*Michael.
003:109,03['  ]| His soul, as these memories came back to$4$ him,
003:109,04['  ]| became again a child's soul.
003:109,05[J  ]| ~~ We are assembled here today, my dear little brothers in$4$
003:109,06[J  ]| Christ, for$4$ one brief moment far away from the busy bustle of
003:109,07[J  ]| the outer world to$9$ celebrate and to$9$ honour one of the greatest
003:109,08[J  ]| of saints, the apostle of the Indies, the patron saint also of
003:109,09[J  ]| your college, saint*Francis*Xavier. Year after year for$4$ much
003:109,10[J  ]| longer than any of you, my dear little boys, can remember or
003:109,11[J  ]| than I can remember the boys of this college have met in$4$ this
003:109,12[J  ]| very chapel to$9$ make their annual retreat before the feast day
003:109,13[J  ]| of their patron saint. Time has gone on$5$ and brought with it its
003:109,14[J  ]| changes. Even in$4$ the last few years what changes can most of
003:109,15[J  ]| you not remember? Many of the boys who$6#1$ sat in$4$ those front
003:109,16[J  ]| benches a few years ago are perhaps now in$4$ distant lands, in$4$
003:109,17[J  ]| the burning tropics or immersed in$4$ professional duties or in$4$
003:109,18[J  ]| seminaries or voyaging over the vast expanse of the deep or, it
003:109,19[J  ]| may be, already called by$4$ the great God to$4$ another life and to$4$
003:109,20[J  ]| the rendering up$5$ of their stewardship. And still as the years
003:109,21[J  ]| roll by$5$, bringing with them changes for$4$ good and bad, the
003:109,22[J  ]| memory of the great saint is honoured by$4$ the boys of his
003:109,23[J  ]| college who$6#1$ make every year their annual retreat on$4$ the days
003:109,24[J  ]| preceding the feast day set apart by$4$ our holy mother  the
003:109,25[J  ]| church to$9$ transmit to$4$ all the ages the name and fame of one of
003:109,26[J  ]| the greatest sons of catholic Spain.
003:109,27[J  ]| ~~ Now what is the meaning of this word \retreat\ and why is
003:109,28[J  ]| it allowed on$4$ all hands to$9$ be a most salutary practice for$4$ all
003:109,29[J  ]| who$6#1$ desire to$9$ lead before God and in$4$ the eyes of men a truly
003:109,30[J  ]| christian life? A retreat, my dear boys, signifies a withdrawal
003:109,31[J  ]| for$4$ a while from the cares of our life, the cares of this workaday
003:109,32[J  ]| world, in$4$ order to$9$ examine the state of our conscience, to$9$
003:109,33[J  ]| reflect on$4$ the mysteries of holy religion and to$9$ understand
003:109,34[J  ]| better why we are here in$4$ this world. During these few days I
003:109,35[J  ]| intend to$9$ put before you some thoughts concerning the four
003:109,36[J  ]| last things. They are, as you know from your catechism,
003:110,01[J  ]| death, judgment,  hell and heaven. We shall try to$9$ understand
003:110,02[J  ]| them fully during these few days so$3$ that$3$ we may derive from
003:110,03[J  ]| the understanding of them a lasting benefit to$4$ our souls. And
003:110,04[J  ]| remember, my dear boys, that$3$ we have been sent into this
003:110,05[J  ]| world for$4$ one thing and for$4$ one thing alone: to$9$ do God's holy
003:110,06[J  ]| will$0$ and to$9$ save our immortal souls. All else is worthless. One
003:110,07[J  ]| thing alone is needful, the salvation of one's soul. What doth it
003:110,08[J  ]| profit a man to$9$ gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his
003:110,09[J  ]| immortal soul? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing
003:110,10[J  ]| in$4$ this wretched world that$6#1$ can make up$5$ for$4$ such a loss.
003:110,11[J  ]| ~~ I will$1$ ask you therefore, my dear boys, to$9$ put away from
003:110,12[J  ]| your minds during these few days all worldly thoughts,
003:110,13[J  ]| whether of study or pleasure or ambition, and to$9$ give all your
003:110,14[J  ]| attention to$4$ the state of your souls. I need hardly remind you
003:110,15[J  ]| that$3$ during the days of the retreat all boys are expected to$9$
003:110,16[J  ]| preserve a quiet and pious demeanour and to$9$ shun all loud
003:110,17[J  ]| unseemly pleasure. The elder boys, of course, will$1$ see that$3$ this
003:110,18[J  ]| custom is not infringed and I look especially to$4$ the prefects
003:110,19[J  ]| and officers of the sodality of Our*Blessed*Lady and of the
003:110,20[J  ]| sodality of the holy angels to$9$ set a good example to$4$ their
003:110,21[J  ]| fellowstudents.
003:110,22[J  ]| ~~ Let us try therefore to$9$ make this retreat in$4$ honour of
003:110,23[J  ]| saint*Francis with our whole heart and our whole mind. God's
003:110,24[J  ]| blessing will$1$ then be upon$4$ all your year's studies. But, above
003:110,25[J  ]| and beyond all, let this retreat be one to$4$ which$6#1$ you can look
003:110,26[J  ]| back in$4$ after years when maybe you are far from this college
003:110,27[J  ]| and among very different surroundings, to$4$ which$6#1$ you can look
003:110,28[J  ]| back with joy and thankfulness and give thanks to$4$ God for$4$
003:110,29[J  ]| having granted you this occasion of laying the first foundation
003:110,30[J  ]| of a pious honourable zealous christian life. And if, as may so$5#2$
003:110,31[J  ]| happen, there be at this moment in$4$ these benches any poor
003:110,32[J  ]| soul who$6#1$ has had the unutterable misfortune to$9$ lose God's
003:110,33[J  ]| holy grace and to$9$ fall into grievous sin I fervently trust and
003:110,34[J  ]| pray that$3$ this retreat may be the turningpoint in$4$ the life of that$6#2$
003:110,35[J  ]| soul. I pray to$4$ God  through the merits of its zealous servant
003:110,36[J  ]| Francis*Xavier that$3$ such a soul may be led to$4$ sincere repentance
003:111,01[J  ]| and that$3$  the holy communion on$4$ saint*Francis' day of
003:111,02[J  ]| this year may be a lasting covenant between God and that$6#2$
003:111,03[J  ]| soul. For$4$ just and unjust, for$4$ saint and sinner alike, may this
003:111,04[J  ]| retreat be a memorable one.
003:111,05[J  ]| ~~ Help me, my dear little brothers in$4$ Christ. Help me by$4$
003:111,06[J  ]| your pious attention, by$4$ your own devotion, by$4$ your outward
003:111,07[J  ]| demeanour. Banish from your minds all worldly thoughts and
003:111,08[J  ]| think only of the last things, death, judgment, hell and heaven.
003:111,09[J  ]| He who$6#1$ remembers these things, says Ecclesiastes, shall not
003:111,10[J  ]| sin for*ever. He who$6#1$ remembers the last things will$1$ act and
003:111,11[J  ]| think with them always before his eyes. He will$1$ live a good life
003:111,12[J  ]| and die a good death, believing and knowing that$3$, if he has
003:111,13[J  ]| sacrificed  much in$4$ this earthly life, it will$1$ be given to$4$ him a
003:111,14[J  ]| hundredfold and a thousandfold more in$4$ the life to$9$ come, in$4$
003:111,15[J  ]| the kingdom without end ~~  a blessing, my dear boys, which$6#1$ I
003:111,16[J  ]| wish you from my heart, one and all, in$4$ the name of the Father
003:111,17[J  ]| and of the Son and of the Holy*Ghost. Amen.
003:111,18['  ]| As he walked home with silent companions a thick fog
003:111,19['  ]| seemed to$9$ compass his mind. He waited in$4$ stupor of mind till
003:111,20['  ]| it should lift and reveal what it had hidden. He ate his dinner
003:111,21['  ]| with surly appetite and, when the meal was over and the
003:111,22['  ]| greasestrewn plates lay abandoned on$4$ the table, he rose and
003:111,23['  ]| went to$4$ the window, clearing the thick scum from his mouth
003:111,24['  ]| with his tongue and licking it from his lips. So$3$ he had sunk to$4$
003:111,25['  ]| the state of a beast that$6#1$ licks his chaps after meat. This was
003:111,26['  ]| the end; and a faint glimmer of fear began to$9$ pierce the fog of
003:111,27['  ]| his mind. He pressed his face against the pane of the window
003:111,28['  ]| and gazed out into the darkening street. Forms passed this
003:111,29['  ]| way and that$6#2$ through the dull light. And that$6#2$ was life. The
003:111,30['  ]| letters of the name of Dublin lay heavily upon$4$ his mind, pushing
003:111,31['  ]| one another surlily hither and thither with slow boorish
003:111,32['  ]| insistence. His soul was fattening and congealing into a gross
003:111,33['  ]| grease, plunging ever deeper in$4$ its dull fear into a sombre
003:111,34['  ]| threatening dusk, while the body that$6#1$ was his stood, listless
003:111,35['  ]| and dishonoured, gazing out of darkened eyes, helpless, perturbed
003:111,36['  ]| and human for$4$ a bovine god to$9$ stare upon$4$.
003:112,01['  ]| The next day brought death and judgment, stirring his soul
003:112,02['  ]| slowly from its listless despair. The faint glimmer of fear
003:112,03['  ]| became a terror of spirit as the hoarse voice of the preacher
003:112,04['  ]| blew death into his soul. He suffered its agony. He felt the
003:112,05['  ]| deathchill touch the extremities and creep onward towards the
003:112,06['  ]| heart, the film of death veiling the eyes, the bright centres of
003:112,07['  ]| the brain extinguished one by$4$ one like$4$ lamps, the last sweat
003:112,08['  ]| oozing upon$4$ the skin, the powerlessness of the dying limbs,
003:112,09['  ]| the speech thickening and wandering and failing, the heart
003:112,10['  ]| throbbing faintly and more faintly, all but vanquished, the
003:112,11['  ]| breath, the poor breath, the poor helpless human spirit, sobbing
003:112,12['  ]| and sighing,  gurgling  and rattling in$4$ the throat. No$2$ help!
003:112,13['  ]| No$2$ help! He, he himself, his body to$4$ which$6#1$ he had yielded was
003:112,14['  ]| dying. Into the grave with it! Nail it down into a wooden box,
003:112,15['  ]| the corpse. Carry it out of the house on$4$ the shoulders of
003:112,16['  ]| hirelings. Thrust it out of men's sight into a long hole in$4$ the
003:112,17['  ]| ground, into the grave, to$9$ rot, to$9$ feed the mass of its creeping
003:112,18['  ]| worms and to$9$ be devoured by$4$ scuttling plumpbellied rats.
003:112,19['  ]| And while the friends were still standing in$4$ tears by$4$ the
003:112,20['  ]| bedside the soul of the sinner was judged. At the last moment
003:112,21['  ]| of consciousness the whole earthly life passed before the
003:112,22['  ]| vision of the soul and, ere it had time to$9$ reflect, the body had
003:112,23['  ]| died and the soul stood terrified before the judgmentseat.
003:112,24['  ]| God, who$6#1$ had long been merciful, would then be just. He had
003:112,25['  ]| long been patient, pleading with the sinful soul, giving it time
003:112,26['  ]| to$9$ repent, sparing it yet awhile. But that$6#2$ time had gone. Time
003:112,27['  ]| was to$9$ sin and to$9$ enjoy, time was to$9$ scoff at God and at  the
003:112,28['  ]| warnings of His holy church, time was to$9$ defy His majesty, to$9$
003:112,29['  ]| disobey his commands, to$9$ hoodwink one's fellow men, to$9$
003:112,30['  ]| commit sin after sin and sin after sin and to$9$ hide one's corruption
003:112,31['  ]| from the sight of men. But that$6#2$ time was over. Now it was
003:112,32['  ]| God's turn: and He was not to$9$ be hoodwinked or deceived.
003:112,33['  ]| Every sin would then come forth from its lurkingplace, the
003:112,34['  ]| most rebellious against the divine will$0$ and the most degrading
003:112,35['  ]| to$4$ our poor corrupt nature, the tiniest imperfection and the
003:112,36['  ]| most heinous atrocity. What did it avail then to$9$ have been a
003:113,01['  ]| great emperor, a great general, a marvellous inventor, the
003:113,02['  ]| most learned of the learned? All were as one before the judgmentseat
003:113,03['  ]| of God. He would reward the good and punish the
003:113,04['  ]| wicked. One single instant was enough for$4$ the trial of a man's
003:113,05['  ]| soul. One single instant after the body's death, the soul had
003:113,06['  ]| been weighed in$4$ the balance. The particular judgment was
003:113,07['  ]| over and the soul had passed to$4$ the abode of bliss or to$4$ the
003:113,08['  ]| prison of purgatory or had been hurled howling into hell.
003:113,09['  ]| Nor was that$6#2$ all. God's justice had still to$9$ be vindicated
003:113,10['  ]| before men: after the particular there still remained the general
003:113,11['  ]| judgment. The last day had come. Doomsday was at
003:113,12['  ]| hand. The stars of heaven were falling upon$4$ the earth like$4$ the
003:113,13['  ]| figs cast by$4$ the figtree which$6#1$ the wind has shaken. The sun, the
003:113,14['  ]| great luminary of the universe, had become as sackcloth of
003:113,15['  ]| hair. The moon was bloodred. The firmament was as a scroll
003:113,16['  ]| rolled away. The archangel*Michael, the prince of the
003:113,17['  ]| heavenly host, appeared glorious and terrible against the sky.
003:113,18['  ]| With one foot on$4$ the sea and one foot on$4$ the land he blew
003:113,19['  ]| from the archangelical trumpet the brazen death of time. The
003:113,20['  ]| three blasts of the angel filled all the universe. Time is, time
003:113,21['  ]| was but time shall be no$2$ more. At the last blast the souls of
003:113,22['  ]| universal humanity throng towards the valley of Jehoshaphat,
003:113,23['  ]| rich and poor, gentle and simple, wise and foolish, good and
003:113,24['  ]| wicked. The soul of every human being that$6#1$ has ever existed,
003:113,25['  ]| the souls of all those who$6#1$ shall yet be born, all the sons and
003:113,26['  ]| daughters of Adam, all are assembled on$4$ that$6#2$ supreme day.
003:113,27['  ]| And lo the supreme judge is coming! No$2$ longer the lowly
003:113,28['  ]| Lamb of God, no$2$ longer the meek Jesus of Nazareth, no$2$
003:113,29['  ]| longer the Man of Sorrows, no$2$ longer the Good Shepherd,  He
003:113,30['  ]| is seen now coming upon$4$ the clouds, in$4$ great power and
003:113,31['  ]| majesty, attended by$4$ nine choirs of angels, angels and archangels,
003:113,32['  ]| principalities, powers and virtues, thrones and dominations,
003:113,33['  ]| cherubim and seraphim, God Omnipotent, God Everlasting.
003:113,34['  ]| He speaks: and His voice is heard even at the farthest
003:113,35['  ]| limits of space, even in$4$ the bottomless abyss. Supreme Judge,
003:113,36['  ]| from His sentence there will$1$ be and can be no$2$ appeal. He calls
003:114,01['  ]| the just to$4$ His side, bidding them enter into the kingdom, the
003:114,02['  ]| eternity of bliss, prepared for$4$ them. The unjust He casts from
003:114,03['  ]| Him, crying in$4$ His offended majesty: 
003:114,03[Z  ]| \Depart\ \from\ \me\, \ye\
003:114,04[Z  ]| \cursed\, \into\ \everlasting\ \fire\ \which$6#1$\ \was\ \prepared\ \for$4$\ \the\ \devil\
003:114,05[Z  ]| \and\ \his\ \angels\.
003:114,05['  ]| O what agony then for$4$ the miserable sinners!
003:114,06['  ]| Friend is torn apart from friend, children are torn from their
003:114,07['  ]| parents, husbands from their wives. The poor sinner holds out
003:114,08['  ]| his arms to$4$ those who$6#1$ were dear to$4$ him in$4$ this earthly world,
003:114,09['  ]| to$4$ those whose simple piety perhaps he made a mock of, to$4$
003:114,10['  ]| those who$6#1$ counselled him and tried to$9$ lead him on$4$ the right
003:114,11['  ]| path, to$4$ a kind brother, to$4$ a loving sister, to$4$ the mother and
003:114,12['  ]| father who$6#1$ loved him so$5#1$ dearly. But it is too late: the just turn
003:114,13['  ]| away from the wretched damned souls which$6#1$ now appear
003:114,14['  ]| before the eyes of all in$4$ their hideous and evil character. O
003:114,15['  ]| you hypocrites, O you whited sepulchres, O you who$6#1$ present a
003:114,16['  ]| smooth smiling face to$4$ the world while your soul within is a
003:114,17['  ]| foul swamp of sin, how will$1$ it fare with you in$4$ that$6#2$ terrible
003:114,18['  ]| day?
003:114,19['  ]| And this day will$1$ come, shall come, must come; the day of
003:114,20['  ]| death and the day of judgment. It is appointed unto man to$9$
003:114,21['  ]| die and after death the judgment. Death is certain. The time
003:114,22['  ]| and  manner are uncertain,  whether from long disease or from
003:114,23['  ]| some unexpected accident; the Son of God cometh at an hour
003:114,24['  ]| when you little expect Him. Be therefore ready every moment,
003:114,25['  ]| seeing that$3$ you may die at any moment. Death is the end of us
003:114,26['  ]| all. Death and judgment, brought into the world by$4$ the sin of
003:114,27['  ]| our first parents, are the dark portals that$6#1$ close our earthly
003:114,28['  ]| existence, the portals that$6#1$ open into the unknown and the
003:114,29['  ]| unseen, portals through which$6#1$ every soul must pass, alone,
003:114,30['  ]| unaided save by$4$ its good works, without friend or  brother or
003:114,31['  ]| parent or master to$9$ help it, alone and trembling. Let that$6#2$
003:114,32['  ]| thought be ever before our minds and then we cannot sin.
003:114,33['  ]| Death, a cause of terror to$4$ the sinner, is a blessed moment for$4$
003:114,34['  ]| him who$6#1$ has walked in$4$ the right path, fulfilling the duties of
003:114,35['  ]| his station in$4$ life, attending to$4$ his morning and evening
003:114,36['  ]| prayers, approaching the holy sacrament frequently and performing
003:115,01['  ]| good and merciful works. For$4$ the pious and believing
003:115,02['  ]| catholic, for$4$ the just man, death is no$2$ cause of terror. Was it
003:115,03['  ]| not Addison, the great English writer, who$6#1$, when on$4$ his
003:115,04['  ]| deathbed, sent for$4$ the wicked young earl*of*Warwick to$9$ let
003:115,05['  ]| him see how a christian can meet his end. He it is and he alone,
003:115,06['  ]| the pious and believing christian, who$6#1$ can say in$4$ his heart:
003:115,07[Z  ]| \O grave, where is thy victory\?
003:115,08[Z  ]| \O death, where is thy sting\?
003:115,09['  ]| Every word of it was for$4$ him. Against his sin, foul and
003:115,10['  ]| secret, the whole wrath of God was aimed. The preacher's
003:115,11['  ]| knife had probed deeply into his diseased conscience and he
003:115,12['  ]| felt now that$3$ his soul was festering in$4$ sin. Yes, the preacher
003:115,13['  ]| was right. God's turn had come. Like$4$ a beast in$4$ its lair his soul
003:115,14['  ]| had lain down in$4$ its own filth but the blasts of the angel's
003:115,15['  ]| trumpet had driven him forth from the darkness of sin into the
003:115,16['  ]| light. The words of doom cried by$4$ the angel shattered in$4$ an
003:115,17['  ]| instant his presumptuous peace. The wind of the last day blew
003:115,18['  ]| through his mind; his sins, the jeweleyed harlots of his imagination,
003:115,19['  ]| fled before the hurricane, squeaking like$4$ mice in$4$ their
003:115,20['  ]| terror and huddled under a mane of hair.
003:115,21['  ]| As he crossed the square, walking homeward, the light
003:115,22['  ]| laughter of a girl reached his burning ear. The frail gay sound
003:115,23['  ]| smote his heart more strongly than a trumpetblast, and, not
003:115,24['  ]| daring to$9$ lift his eyes, he turned aside and gazed, as he walked,
003:115,25['  ]| into the shadow of the tangled shrubs. Shame rose from his
003:115,26['  ]| smitten heart and flooded his whole being. The image of
003:115,27['  ]| Emma appeared before him and, under her eyes, the flood of
003:115,28['  ]| shame rushed forth anew from his heart. If she knew to$4$ what
003:115,29['  ]| his mind had subjected her or how his brutelike lust had torn
003:115,30['  ]| and trampled upon$4$ her innocence! Was that$6#2$ boyish love? Was
003:115,31['  ]| that$6#2$ chivalry? Was that$6#2$ poetry? The sordid details of his orgies
003:115,32['  ]| stank under his very nostrils: the sootcoated packet of pictures
003:115,33['  ]| which$6#1$ he had hidden in$4$ the flue of the fireplace and in$4$
003:115,34['  ]| the presence of whose shameless or bashful  wantonness he lay
003:115,35['  ]| for$4$ hours sinning in$4$ thought and deed; his monstrous dreams,
003:116,01['  ]| peopled by$4$ apelike creatures and by$4$ harlots with gleaming
003:116,02['  ]| jewel eyes; the foul long letters he had written in$4$ the joy of
003:116,03['  ]| guilty confession and carried secretly for$4$ days and days only
003:116,04['  ]| to$9$ throw them under cover of night among the grass in$4$ the
003:116,05['  ]| corner of a field or beneath some hingeless door or in$4$ some
003:116,06['  ]| niche in$4$ the hedges where a girl might come upon$4$ them as she
003:116,07['  ]| walked by$5$ and read them secretly. Mad! Mad! Was it possible
003:116,08['  ]| he had done these things? A cold sweat broke out upon$4$ his
003:116,09['  ]| forehead as the foul memories condensed within his brain.
003:116,10['  ]| When the agony of shame had passed from him he tried to$9$
003:116,11['  ]| raise his soul from its abject powerlessness. God and the
003:116,12['  ]| Blessed*Virgin were too far from him: God was too great and
003:116,13['  ]| stern and the Blessed*Virgin too pure and holy. But he imagined
003:116,14['  ]| that$3$ he stood near Emma in$4$ a wide land and,  humbly  and
003:116,15['  ]| in$4$ tears, bent and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.
003:116,16['  ]| In$4$ the wide land under a tender lucid evening sky, a cloud
003:116,17['  ]| drifting westward amid a pale green sea of heaven, they stood
003:116,18['  ]| together, children that$6#1$ had  erred. Their error had offended
003:116,19['  ]| deeply God's majesty though it was the error of two children,
003:116,20['  ]| but it had not offended her whose beauty 
003:116,20[Z  ]| \is\ \not\ \like$4$\ \earthly\
003:116,21[Z  ]| \beauty\, \dangerous\ \to$9$\ \look\ \upon$4$\, \but\ \like$4$\ \the\ \morning\ \star\
003:116,22[Z  ]| \which$6#1$\ \is\ \its\ \emblem\, \bright\ \and\ \musical\. 
003:116,22['  ]| The eyes were not
003:116,23['  ]| offended which$6#1$ she turned upon$4$ them nor reproachful. She
003:116,24['  ]| placed their hands together, hand in$4$ hand, and said, speaking
003:116,25['  ]| to$4$ their hearts:
003:116,26[XX ]| ~~ Take hands, Stephen and Emma. It is a beautiful evening
003:116,27[XX ]| now in$4$ heaven. You have erred but you are always my children.
003:116,28[XX ]| It is one heart that$6#1$ loves another heart. Take hands
003:116,29[XX ]| together,  my dear children, and you  will$1$  be happy together
003:116,30[XX ]| and your hearts will$1$ love each other.
003:116,31['  ]| The chapel was flooded by$4$ the dull scarlet light that$6#1$ filtered
003:116,32['  ]| through the lowered blinds; and through the fissure between
003:116,33['  ]| the last blind and the sash a shaft of wan light entered like$4$ a
003:116,34['  ]| spear and touched the embossed brasses of the candlesticks
003:116,35['  ]| upon$4$ the altar that$6#1$ gleamed like$4$ the battleworn mail armour of
003:116,36['  ]| angels.
003:117,01['  ]| Rain was falling on$4$ the chapel, on$4$ the garden, on$4$ the college.
003:117,02['  ]| It would rain for*ever, noiselessly. The water would rise
003:117,03['  ]| inch by$4$ inch, covering the grass and shrubs, covering the trees
003:117,04['  ]| and houses, covering the monuments and the mountain tops.
003:117,05['  ]| All life would be choked off, noiselessly: birds, men, elephants,
003:117,06['  ]| pigs, children: noiselessly floating corpses amid the
003:117,07['  ]| litter of the wreckage of the world. Forty days and forty nights
003:117,08['  ]| the rain would fall till the waters covered the face of the earth.
003:117,09['  ]| It might be. Why not?
003:117,10[Z  ]| ~~ \Hell\ \has\ \enlarged\ \its\ \soul\ \and\ \opened\ \its\ \mouth\ \without\
003:117,11[Z  ]| \any\ \limits\
003:117,11['  ]| ~~  words taken, my dear little brothers in$4$ Christ
003:117,12['  ]| Jesus, from the book of Isaias, fifth chapter, fourteenth verse.
003:117,13['  ]| In$4$ the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy*Ghost. 
003:117,14['  ]| Amen.
003:117,15['  ]| The preacher took a chainless watch from a pocket within
003:117,16['  ]| his soutane and, having considered its dial for$4$ a moment in$4$
003:117,17['  ]| silence, placed it silently before him on$4$ the table.
003:117,18['  ]| He began  to$9$ speak in$4$ a quiet tone.
003:117,19[H  ]| ~~ Adam  and Eve, my dear boys, were, as you know, our
003:117,20[H  ]| first parents and you will$1$ remember that$3$ they were created by$4$
003:117,21[H  ]| God in$4$ order that$3$ the seats in$4$ heaven left vacant by$4$ the fall of
003:117,22[H  ]| Lucifer and his rebellious angels might be filled again. Lucifer,
003:117,23[H  ]| we are  told, was a son of the morning, a radiant and mighty
003:117,24[H  ]| angel; yet he fell: he fell and there fell with him a third part of
003:117,25[H  ]| the host of heaven: he fell and was hurled with his rebellious
003:117,26[H  ]| angels into hell. What his sin was we cannot say. Theologians
003:117,27[H  ]| consider that$3$ it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived
003:117,28[H  ]| in$4$ an instant: 
003:117,28[Z  ]| \7non\ \7serviam\: \I\ \will$1$\ \not\ \serve\. 
003:117,28[H  ]| That$6#2$
003:117,29[H  ]| instant was his ruin. He offended the majesty of God by$4$ the
003:117,30[H  ]| sinful thought of one instant and God cast him out of heaven
003:117,31[H  ]| into hell for*ever.
003:117,32[H  ]| ~~ Adam and Eve were then created by$4$ God and placed in$4$
003:117,33[H  ]| Eden, in$4$ the plain of Damascus, that$6#2$ lovely garden resplendent
003:117,34[H  ]| with sunlight and colour, teeming with luxuriant vegetation.
003:117,35[H  ]| The fruitful earth gave them her bounty: beasts and birds
003:117,36[H  ]| were their willing servants: they knew not the ills our flesh is
003:118,01[H  ]| heir to$4$, disease and poverty and death: all that$6#1$ a great and
003:118,02[H  ]| generous God could do for$4$ them was done. But there was one
003:118,03[H  ]| condition imposed on$4$ them by$4$ God: obedience to$4$ His word.
003:118,04[H  ]| They were not to$9$ eat of the fruit of the forbidden tree.
003:118,05[H  ]| ~~ Alas, my dear little boys, they too fell. The devil, once a
003:118,06[H  ]| shining angel, a son of the morning, now a foul fiend, came in$4$
003:118,07[H  ]| the shape of a serpent, the subtlest of all the beasts of the field.
003:118,08[H  ]| He envied them. He, the fallen great one, could not bear to$9$
003:118,09[H  ]| think that$3$ man, a being of clay, should possess the inheritance
003:118,10[H  ]| which$6#1$ he by$4$ his sin had forfeited for*ever. He came to$4$ the
003:118,11[H  ]| woman, the weaker vessel, and poured the poison of his
003:118,12[H  ]| eloquence into her ear, promising her ~~  O, the blasphemy of
003:118,13[H  ]| that$6#2$ promise! ~~  that$3$ if she and Adam ate of the forbidden fruit
003:118,14[H  ]| they would become as gods, nay as God Himself. Eve yielded
003:118,15[H  ]| to$4$ the wiles of the archtempter. She ate the apple and gave it
003:118,16[H  ]| also to$4$ Adam who$6#1$ had not the moral courage to$9$ resist her.
003:118,17[H  ]| The poison tongue of Satan had done its work. They fell.
003:118,18[H  ]| ~~ And then the voice of God was heard in$4$ that$6#2$ garden,
003:118,19[H  ]| calling His creature man to$9$ account: and Michael, prince of
003:118,20[H  ]| the heavenly host, with a sword of flame in$4$ his hand appeared
003:118,21[H  ]| before the guilty pair and drove them forth from Eden into the
003:118,22[H  ]| world, the world of sickness and striving, of cruelty and
003:118,23[H  ]| disappointment, of labour and hardship, to$9$ earn their bread in$4$
003:118,24[H  ]| the sweat of their brow. But even then how merciful was God!
003:118,25[H  ]| He took pity on$4$ our poor degraded parents and promised that$3$
003:118,26[H  ]| in$4$ the fulness of time He would send down from heaven One
003:118,27[H  ]| who$6#1$ would redeem them, make them once more children of
003:118,28[H  ]| God and heirs to$4$ the kingdom of heaven: and that$6#2$ One, that$6#2$
003:118,29[H  ]| Redeemer of fallen man, was to$9$ be God's onlybegotten  Son,
003:118,30[H  ]| the Second Person of the Most Blessed Trinity, the Eternal
003:118,31[H  ]| Word.
003:118,32[H  ]| ~~ He came. He was born of a virgin pure, Mary the virgin
003:118,33[H  ]| mother. He was born in$4$ a poor cowhouse in$4$ Judea and lived
003:118,34[H  ]| as a humble carpenter for$4$ thirty years until the hour of His
003:118,35[H  ]| mission had come. And then, filled with love for$4$ men, He went
003:118,36[H  ]| forth and called to$4$ men to$9$ hear the new gospel.
003:119,01[H  ]| ~~ Did they listen? Yes, they listened but would not hear.
003:119,02[H  ]| He was seized and bound like$4$ a common criminal, mocked at
003:119,03[H  ]| as a fool, set aside to$9$ give place to$4$ a public robber, scourged
003:119,04[H  ]| with five thousand lashes, crowned with a crown of thorns,
003:119,05[H  ]| hustled through the streets by$4$ the jewish rabble and the Roman
003:119,06[H  ]| soldiery, stripped of his garments and hanged upon$4$ a
003:119,07[H  ]| gibbet and His side was pierced with a lance and from the
003:119,08[H  ]| wounded body of Our Lord water and blood issued continually.
003:119,09[H  ]| ~~ Yet even then, in$4$ that$6#2$ hour of supreme agony, Our
003:119,10[H  ]| Merciful Redeemer had pity for$4$ mankind. Yet even there, on$4$
003:119,11[H  ]| the hill of Calvary, He founded the holy catholic church
003:119,12[H  ]| against which$6#1$, it is promised, the gates of hell shall not prevail.
003:119,13[H  ]| He founded it upon$4$ the rock of ages and endowed it with His
003:119,14[H  ]| grace, with sacraments and sacrifice, and promised that$3$ if men
003:119,15[H  ]| would obey the word of His church they would still enter into
003:119,16[H  ]| eternal life but if, after all that$6#1$ had been done for$4$ them, they
003:119,17[H  ]| still persisted in$4$ their wickedness there  remained for$4$ them an
003:119,18[H  ]| eternity of torment: hell.
003:119,19[H  ]| The preacher's voice sank. He paused, joined his palms for$4$
003:119,20[H  ]| an instant, parted them. Then he resumed:
003:119,21[H  ]| ~~ Now let us try for$4$ a moment to$9$ realise, as far as we can,
003:119,22[H  ]| the nature of that$6#2$ abode of the damned which$6#1$ the justice of an
003:119,23[H  ]| offended God has called into existence for$4$ the eternal punishment
003:119,24[H  ]| of sinners. Hell is a strait and dark and foulsmelling
003:119,25[H  ]| prison, an abode of demons and lost souls, filled with fire and
003:119,26[H  ]| smoke. The straitness of this prisonhouse is expressly designed
003:119,27[H  ]| by$4$ God to$9$ punish those who$6#1$ refused to$9$ be bound by$4$
003:119,28[H  ]| His laws. In$4$ earthly prisons the poor captive has at least
003:119,29[H  ]| some liberty of movement, were it only within the four walls
003:119,30[H  ]| of his cell or in$4$ the gloomy yard of his prison. Not so$5#2$ in$4$ hell.
003:119,31[H  ]| There, by$4$ reason of the great number of the damned, the
003:119,32[H  ]| prisoners are heaped together in$4$ their awful prison, the walls
003:119,33[H  ]| of which$6#1$ are said to$9$ be four thousand miles thick: and the
003:119,34[H  ]| damned are so$5#1$ utterly bound and helpless that$3$, as a blessed
003:119,35[H  ]| saint, saint*Anselm, writes in$4$ his book on$4$ similitudes, they are
003:120,01[H  ]| not even able to$9$ remove from the eye a worm that$6#1$ gnaws it.
003:120,02[H  ]| ~~ They lie in$4$ exterior darkness. For$3$, remember, the fire of
003:120,03[H  ]| hell gives forth no$2$ light. As, at the command of God, the fire
003:120,04[H  ]| of the Babylonian furnace lost its heat but not its light so$5#2$, at
003:120,05[H  ]| the command of God, the fire of hell, while retaining the
003:120,06[H  ]| intensity of its heat, burns eternally in$4$ darkness. It is a
003:120,07[H  ]| neverending storm of darkness, dark flames and dark smoke of
003:120,08[H  ]| burning brimstone, amid which$6#1$ the bodies are heaped one
003:120,09[H  ]| upon$4$ another without even a glimpse of air. Of all the plagues
003:120,10[H  ]| with which$6#1$ the land of the Pharaohs was smitten one plague
003:120,11[H  ]| alone, that$6#2$ of darkness, was called horrible. What name, then,
003:120,12[H  ]| shall we give to$4$ the darkness of hell which$6#1$ is to$9$ last not for$4$
003:120,13[H  ]| three days alone but for$4$ all eternity?
003:120,14[H  ]| ~~ The horror of this strait and dark prison is increased by$4$
003:120,15[H  ]| its awful stench. All the filth of the world, all the offal and
003:120,16[H  ]| scum of the world, we are told, shall run there as to$4$ a vast
003:120,17[H  ]| reeking sewer when the terrible conflagration of the last day
003:120,18[H  ]| has purged the world. The brimstone too which$6#1$ burns there in$4$
003:120,19[H  ]| such prodigious  quantity fills all hell with its intolerable
003:120,20[H  ]| stench; and the bodies of the damned themselves exhale such
003:120,21[H  ]| a pestilential odour that$6#1$ as saint*Bonaventure says, one of
003:120,22[H  ]| them alone would suffice to$9$ infect the whole world. The very
003:120,23[H  ]| air of this world, that$6#2$ pure element, becomes foul and unbreathable
003:120,24[H  ]| when it has been long enclosed. Consider then
003:120,25[H  ]| what must be the foulness of the air of hell. Imagine some foul
003:120,26[H  ]| and putrid corpse that$6#1$ has lain rotting and decomposing in$4$ the
003:120,27[H  ]| grave, a jellylike mass of liquid corruption. Imagine such a
003:120,28[H  ]| corpse a prey to$4$ flames, devoured by$4$ the fire of burning brimstone
003:120,29[H  ]| and giving off dense choking fumes of nauseous loathsome
003:120,30[H  ]| decomposition. And then imagine this sickening stench,
003:120,31[H  ]| multiplied a millionfold and a millionfold again from the
003:120,32[H  ]| millions upon$4$ millions of fetid carcasses massed together in$4$
003:120,33[H  ]| the reeking darkness,  a huge and rotting human fungus. Imagine
003:120,34[H  ]| all this and you will$1$ have some idea of the horror of the
003:120,35[H  ]| stench of hell.
003:120,36[H  ]| ~~ But this stench is not, horrible though it is, the greatest
003:121,01[H  ]| physical torment to$4$ which$6#1$ the damned are subjected. The
003:121,02[H  ]| torment of fire is the greatest torment to$4$ which$6#1$ the tyrant has
003:121,03[H  ]| ever subjected his fellowcreatures. Place your finger for$4$ a
003:121,04[H  ]| moment in$4$ the flame of a candle and you will$1$ feel the pain of
003:121,05[H  ]| fire. But our earthly fire was created by$4$ God for$4$ the benefit of
003:121,06[H  ]| man, to$9$ maintain in$4$ him the spark of life and to$9$ help him in$4$
003:121,07[H  ]| the useful arts whereas the fire of hell is of another quality
003:121,08[H  ]| and was created by$4$ God to$9$ torture and punish the unrepentant
003:121,09[H  ]| sinner. Our earthly fire also consumes more or less rapidly
003:121,10[H  ]| according as the object which$6#1$ it attacks is more or less combustible
003:121,11[H  ]| so$3$ that$3$ human ingenuity has even succeeded in$4$ inventing
003:121,12[H  ]| chemical preparations to$9$ check or frustrate its action.
003:121,13[H  ]| But the sulphurous brimstone which$6#1$ burns in$4$ hell is a substance
003:121,14[H  ]| which$6#1$ is specially designed to$9$ burn for*ever and for*ever 
003:121,15[H  ]| with unspeakable fury. Moreover our earthly fire destroys
003:121,16[H  ]| at the same time as it burns so$3$ that$3$ the more intense it is
003:121,17[H  ]| the shorter is its duration: but the fire of hell has this property
003:121,18[H  ]| that$6#1$ it preserves that$6#2$ which$6#1$ it burns and though it rages with
003:121,19[H  ]| incredible intensity it rages for*ever.
003:121,20[H  ]| ~~ Our earthly fire again, no$2$ matter how fierce or widespread
003:121,21[H  ]| it may be, is always of a limited extent: but the lake of
003:121,22[H  ]| fire in$4$ hell is boundless, shoreless and bottomless. It is on$4$
003:121,23[H  ]| record that$3$ the devil himself, when asked the question by$4$ a
003:121,24[H  ]| certain soldier, was obliged to$9$ confess that$3$ if a whole mountain
003:121,25[H  ]| were thrown into the burning ocean of hell it would be
003:121,26[H  ]| burned up$5$ in$4$ an instant like$4$ a piece of wax. And this terrible
003:121,27[H  ]| fire will$1$ not afflict the bodies of the damned only from without
003:121,28[H  ]| but each lost soul will$1$ be a hell unto itself, the boundless
003:121,29[H  ]| fire raging in$4$ its very vitals. O, how terrible is the lot of those
003:121,30[H  ]| wretched beings! The blood seethes and boils in$4$ the veins, the
003:121,31[H  ]| brains are boiling in$4$ the skull, the heart in$4$ the breast glowing
003:121,32[H  ]| and bursting, the bowels a redhot mass of burning pulp, the
003:121,33[H  ]| tender eyes flaming like$4$ molten balls.
003:121,34[H  ]| ~~ And yet what I have said as to$4$ the strength and quality
003:121,35[H  ]| and boundlessness of this fire is as nothing when compared to$4$
003:121,36[H  ]| its intensity, an intensity which$6#1$ it has as being the instrument
003:122,01[H  ]| chosen by$4$ divine design for$4$ the punishment of soul and body
003:122,02[H  ]| alike. It is a fire which$6#1$ proceeds directly from the ire of God,
003:122,03[H  ]| working not of its own activity but as an instrument of divine
003:122,04[H  ]| vengeance. As the waters of baptism cleanse the soul with the
003:122,05[H  ]| body so$3$ do the fires of punishment torture the spirit with the
003:122,06[H  ]| flesh. Every sense of the flesh is tortured and every faculty of
003:122,07[H  ]| the soul therewith: the eyes with impenetrable utter darkness,
003:122,08[H  ]| the nose with noisome odours, the ears with yells and howls
003:122,09[H  ]| and execrations, the taste with foul matter, leprous corruption,
003:122,10[H  ]| nameless suffocating filth, the touch with redhot goads and
003:122,11[H  ]| spikes, with cruel tongues of flame. And through the several
003:122,12[H  ]| torments of the senses the immortal soul is tortured eternally
003:122,13[H  ]| in$4$ its very essence amid the leagues upon$4$ leagues of glowing
003:122,14[H  ]| fires kindled in$4$ the abyss by$4$ the offended majesty of the Omnipotent
003:122,15[H  ]| God and fanned into everlasting and ever increasing
003:122,16[H  ]| fury by$4$ the breath of the anger of the Godhead.
003:122,17[H  ]| ~~ Consider finally that$3$ the torment of this infernal prison is
003:122,18[H  ]| increased by$4$ the company of the damned themselves. Evil
003:122,19[H  ]| company on$4$ earth is so$5#1$ noxious that$3$ even the plants, as if by$4$
003:122,20[H  ]| instinct, withdraw from the company of whatsoever is deadly
003:122,21[H  ]| or hurtful to$4$ them. In$4$ hell all laws are overturned: there is no$2$
003:122,22[H  ]| thought of family or country, of ties, of relationships. The
003:122,23[H  ]| damned howl and scream at one another, their torture and
003:122,24[H  ]| rage intensified by$4$ the presence of beings tortured and raging
003:122,25[H  ]| like$4$ themselves. All sense of humanity is forgotten. The yells
003:122,26[H  ]| of the suffering sinners fill the remotest corners of the vast
003:122,27[H  ]| abyss. The mouths of the damned are full of blasphemies
003:122,28[H  ]| against God and of hatred for$4$ their fellowsufferers and of
003:122,29[H  ]| curses against those souls which$6#1$ were their accomplices in$4$ sin.
003:122,30[H  ]| In$4$ olden times it was the custom to$9$ punish the parricide, the
003:122,31[H  ]| man who$6#1$ had raised his murderous hand against his father, by$4$
003:122,32[H  ]| casting him into the depths of the sea in$4$ a sack in$4$ which$6#1$ were
003:122,33[H  ]| placed a cock, a monkey and a serpent. The intention of those
003:122,34[H  ]| lawgivers who$6#1$ framed such a law, which$6#1$ seems cruel in$4$ our
003:122,35[H  ]| times, was to$9$ punish the criminal by$4$ the company of hateful
003:122,36[H  ]| and hurtful beasts. But what is the fury of those dumb beasts
003:123,01[H  ]| compared with the fury of execration which$6#1$ bursts from the
003:123,02[H  ]| parched lips and aching throats of the damned in$4$ hell when
003:123,03[H  ]| they behold in$4$ their companions in$4$ misery those who$6#1$ aided
003:123,04[H  ]| and abetted them in$4$ sin, those whose words sowed the
003:123,05[H  ]| first seeds of evil thinking and evil living in$4$ their minds, those
003:123,06[H  ]| whose immodest suggestions led them on$5$ to$9$ sin, those whose
003:123,07[H  ]| eyes tempted and allured them from the path of virtue. They
003:123,08[H  ]| turn upon$4$ those accomplices and upbraid them and curse
003:123,09[H  ]| them. But they are helpless and hopeless: it is too late now for$4$
003:123,10[H  ]| repentance.
003:123,11[H  ]| ~~ Last of all consider the frightful torment to$4$ those damned
003:123,12[H  ]| souls, tempters and tempted alike,  of the company of the
003:123,13[H  ]| devils. These devils will$1$ afflict the damned in$4$ two ways, by$4$
003:123,14[H  ]| their presence and by$4$ their reproaches. We can have no$2$ idea
003:123,15[H  ]| of how horrible these devils are. Saint*Catherine of Siena once
003:123,16[H  ]| saw a devil and she has written that$6#2$, rather than look again for$4$
003:123,17[H  ]| one single instant on$4$ such a frightful monster, she would
003:123,18[H  ]| prefer to$9$ walk until the end of her life along a track of red
003:123,19[H  ]| coals. These devils, who$6#1$ were once beautiful angels, have
003:123,20[H  ]| become as hideous and ugly as they once were beautiful. They
003:123,21[H  ]| mock and  jeer at the lost souls whom they dragged down to$9$
003:123,22[H  ]| ruin. It is they, the foul demons, who$6#1$ are made in$4$ hell the
003:123,23[H  ]| voices of conscience. Why did you sin? Why did you lend an
003:123,24[H  ]| ear to$4$ the temptings of fiends? Why did you turn aside from
003:123,25[H  ]| your pious practices and good works? Why did you not shun
003:123,26[H  ]| the occasions of sin? Why did you not leave that$6#2$ evil companion?
003:123,27[H  ]| Why did you not give up$5$ that$6#2$ lewd habit, that$6#2$ impure
003:123,28[H  ]| habit? Why did you not listen to$4$ the counsels of your confessor?
003:123,29[H  ]| Why did you not, even after you had fallen the first or the
003:123,30[H  ]| second or the third or the fourth or the hundredth time, repent
003:123,31[H  ]| of your evil ways and turn to$4$ God who$6#1$ only waited for$4$ your
003:123,32[H  ]| repentance to$9$ absolve you of your sins? Now the time for$4$
003:123,33[H  ]| repentance has gone by$5$. Time is, time was, but time shall be
003:123,34[H  ]| no$2$ more! Time was to$9$ sin in$4$ secrecy, to$9$ indulge in$4$ that$6#2$ sloth
003:123,35[H  ]| and pride, to$9$ covet the unlawful, to$9$ yield to$4$ the promptings of
003:123,36[H  ]| your lower nature, to$9$ live like$4$ the beasts of the field, nay worse
003:124,01[H  ]| than the beasts of the field for$3$ they, at least, are but brutes
003:124,02[H  ]| and have not reason to$9$ guide them: time was but time shall be
003:124,03[H  ]| no$2$ more. God spoke to$4$ you by$4$ so$5#1$ many voices but you would
003:124,04[H  ]| not hear. You would not crush out that$6#2$ pride and anger in$4$
003:124,05[H  ]| your heart, you would not restore those illgotten goods, you
003:124,06[H  ]| would not obey the precepts of your holy church nor attend to$4$
003:124,07[H  ]| your religious duties, you would not abandon those wicked
003:124,08[H  ]| companions, you would not avoid those dangerous temptations.
003:124,09[H  ]| Such is the language of those fiendish tormentors, words
003:124,10[H  ]| of taunting and of reproach, of hatred and of disgust. Of
003:124,11[H  ]| disgust, yes! For$3$ even they, the very devils, when they sinned
003:124,12[H  ]| sinned by$4$ such a sin as alone was compatible with such angelical
003:124,13[H  ]| natures, a rebellion of the intellect: and they, even they,
003:124,14[H  ]| the foul devils must turn away, revolted and disgusted, from
003:124,15[H  ]| the contemplation of those unspeakable sins by$4$ which$6#1$ degraded
003:124,16[H  ]| man outrages and defiles the temple of the Holy*Ghost,
003:124,17[H  ]| defiles and pollutes himself.
003:124,18[H  ]| ~~ O, my dear little brothers in$4$ Christ, may it never be our
003:124,19[H  ]| lot to$9$ hear that$6#2$ language! May it never be our lot, I say! In$4$ the
003:124,20[H  ]| last day of terrible reckoning I pray fervently to$4$ God that$3$ not
003:124,21[H  ]| a single soul of those who$6#1$ are in$4$ this chapel today may be
003:124,22[H  ]| found among those miserable beings whom the Great Judge
003:124,23[H  ]| shall command to$9$ depart for*ever from His sight, that$3$ not one
003:124,24[H  ]| of us may ever hear ringing in$4$ his ears the awful sentence of
003:124,25[H  ]| rejection: 
003:124,25[Z  ]| \Depart\ \from\ \me,\ \ye\ \cursed,\ \into\ \everlasting\ \fire\
003:124,26[Z  ]| \which$6#1$\ \was\ \prepared\ \for$4$\ \the\ \devil\ \and\ \his\ \angels!\
003:124,27['  ]| He came down the aisle of the chapel, his legs shaking and
003:124,28['  ]| the scalp of his head trembling as though it had been touched
003:124,29['  ]| by$4$ ghostly fingers. He passed up$4$ the staircase and into the
003:124,30['  ]| corridor along the walls of which$6#1$ the overcoats and waterproofs
003:124,31['  ]| hung like$4$ gibbeted malefactors, headless and dripping
003:124,32['  ]| and shapeless. And at every step he feared that$3$ he had already
003:124,33['  ]| died, that$3$ his soul had been wrenched forth of the sheath of
003:124,34['  ]| his body, that$3$ he was plunging headlong through space.
003:124,35['  ]| He could not grip the floor with his feet and sat heavily at
003:124,36['  ]| his desk, opening one of his books at random and poring over
003:125,01['  ]| it. Every word for$4$ him! It was true. God was almighty. God
003:125,02['  ]| could call him now, call him as he sat at his desk, before he
003:125,03['  ]| had time to$9$ be conscious of the summons. God had called
003:125,04['  ]| him. Yes? What? Yes? His flesh shrank together as it felt the
003:125,05['  ]| approach of the ravenous tongues of flames, dried up$5$ as it felt
003:125,06['  ]| about it the swirl of stifling air. He had died. Yes. He was
003:125,07['  ]| judged. A wave of fire swept through his body: the first. Again
003:125,08['  ]| a wave. His brain began to$9$ glow. Another. His brain was
003:125,09['  ]| simmering and bubbling within the cracking tenement of the
003:125,10['  ]| skull. Flames burst forth from his skull like$4$ a corolla, shrieking
003:125,11['  ]| like$4$ voices:
003:125,12[V  ]| ~~ Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!
003:125,13['  ]| Voices spoke near him:
003:125,14[V  ]| ~~ On$4$ hell.
003:125,15[V  ]| ~~ I suppose he rubbed it into you well.
003:125,16[V  ]| ~~ You bet he did. He put us all into a blue funk.
003:125,17[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is what you fellows want: and plenty of it to$9$ make
003:125,18[V  ]| you work.
003:125,19['  ]| He leaned back weakly in$4$ his desk. He had not died. God
003:125,20['  ]| had spared him still. He was still in$4$ the familiar world of the
003:125,21['  ]| school. Mr*Tate and Vincent*Heron stood at the window,
003:125,22['  ]| talking, jesting, gazing out at the bleak rain, moving their
003:125,23['  ]| heads.
003:125,24[V  ]| ~~ I wish it would clear up$5$. I had arranged to$9$ go for$4$ a spin
003:125,25[V  ]| on$4$ the bike with some fellows out by$4$ Malahide. But the roads
003:125,26[V  ]| must be kneedeep.
003:125,27[ZB ]| ~~ It might clear up$5$, sir.
003:125,28['  ]| The voices that$6#1$ he knew so$5#1$ well, the common words, the
003:125,29['  ]| quiet of the classroom when the voices paused and the silence
003:125,30['  ]| was filled by$4$ the sound of softly browsing cattle as the other
003:125,31['  ]| boys munched their lunches tranquilly, lulled his aching soul.
003:125,32['  ]| There was still time. O Mary, refuge of sinners, intercede
003:125,33['  ]| for$4$ him! O Virgin Undefiled, save him from the gulf of death!
003:125,34['  ]| The English lesson began with the hearing of the history.
003:125,35['  ]| Royal persons, favourites, intriguers, bishops, passed like$4$
003:125,36['  ]| mute phantoms behind their veil of names. All had died: all
003:126,01['  ]| had been judged. What did it profit a man to$9$ gain the whole
003:126,02['  ]| world if he lost his soul? At last he had understood: and
003:126,03['  ]| human life lay around him, a plain of peace whereon antlike
003:126,04['  ]| men laboured in$4$ brotherhood, their dead sleeping under quiet
003:126,05['  ]| mounds. The elbow of his companion touched him and his
003:126,06['  ]| heart was touched: and when he spoke to$9$ answer a question
003:126,07['  ]| of his master he heard his own voice full of the quietude of
003:126,08['  ]| humility and contrition.
003:126,09['  ]| His soul sank back deeper into depths of contrite peace, no$2$
003:126,10['  ]| longer able to$9$ suffer the pain of dread, and sending forth, as
003:126,11['  ]| she sank, a faint prayer. Ah yes, he would still be spared; he
003:126,12['  ]| would repent in$4$ his heart and be forgiven; and then those
003:126,13['  ]| above, those in$4$ heaven, would see what he would do to$9$ make
003:126,14['  ]| up$5$ for$4$ the past: a whole life, every hour of life. Only wait.
003:126,15@b   | ~~ All, God! All, all!
003:126,16['  ]| A messenger came to$4$ the door to$9$ say that$3$ confessions were
003:126,17['  ]| being heard in$4$ the chapel. Four boys left the room; and he
003:126,18['  ]| heard others passing down the corridor. A tremulous chill
003:126,19['  ]| blew round his heart, no$2$ stronger than a little wind, and yet,
003:126,20['  ]| listening and suffering silently, he seemed to$9$ have laid an ear
003:126,21['  ]| against the muscle of his own heart, feeling it close and quail,
003:126,22['  ]| listening to$4$ the flutter of its ventricles.
003:126,23['  ]| No$2$ escape. He had to$9$ confess, to$9$ speak out in$4$ words what
003:126,24['  ]| he had done and thought, sin after sin. How? How?
003:126,25@b   | ~~ Father, I ~~~
003:126,26['  ]| The thought slid like$4$ a cold shining rapier into his tender
003:126,27['  ]| flesh: confession. But not there in$4$ the chapel of the college.
003:126,28['  ]| He would confess all, every sin of deed and thought, sincerely:
003:126,29['  ]| but not there among his school companions. Far away from
003:126,30['  ]| there in$4$ some dark place he would murmur out his own
003:126,31['  ]| shame: and he besought God humbly not to$9$ be offended with
003:126,32['  ]| him if he did not dare to$9$ confess in$4$ the college chapel: and in$4$
003:126,33['  ]| utter abjection of spirit he craved forgiveness mutely of the
003:126,34['  ]| boyish hearts about him.
003:126,35['  ]| Time passed.
003:126,36['  ]| He sat again in$4$ the front bench of the chapel. The daylight
003:127,01['  ]| without was already failing and, as it fell slowly through the
003:127,02['  ]| dull red blinds, it seemed that$3$ the sun of the last day was going
003:127,03['  ]| down and that$3$ all souls were being gathered for$4$ the judgment.
003:127,04[Z  ]| ~~ \I\ \am\ \cast\ \away\ \from\ \the\ \sight\ \of\ \Thine\ \eyes:\ 
003:127,04[H  ]| words
003:127,05[H  ]| taken, my dear little brothers in$4$ Christ, from the Book of
003:127,06[H  ]| Psalms, thirtieth chapter, twentythird verse. In$4$ the name of
003:127,07[H  ]| the Father and of the Son and of the Holy*Ghost. Amen.
003:127,08['  ]| The preacher began to$9$ speak in$4$ a quiet friendly tone. His
003:127,09['  ]| face was kind and he joined gently the fingers of each hand,
003:127,10['  ]| forming a frail cage by$4$ the union of their tips.
003:127,11[H  ]| ~~ This morning we endeavoured, in$4$ our reflection upon$4$
003:127,12[H  ]| hell, to$9$ make what our holy founder calls in$4$ his book of spiritual
003:127,13[H  ]| exercises, the composition of place. We endeavoured, that$6#2$
003:127,14[H  ]| is, to$9$ imagine with the senses of the mind, in$4$ our imagination,
003:127,15[H  ]| the material character of that$6#2$ awful place and of the physical
003:127,16[H  ]| torments which$6#1$ all who$6#1$ are in$4$ hell endure. This evening we
003:127,17[H  ]| shall consider for$4$ a few moments the nature of the spiritual
003:127,18[H  ]| torments of hell.
003:127,19[H  ]| ~~ Sin, remember, is a twofold enormity. It is a base consent
003:127,20[H  ]| to$4$ the promptings of our corrupt nature to$4$ the lower instincts,
003:127,21[H  ]| to$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ is gross and beastlike; and it is also a turning
003:127,22[H  ]| away from the counsel of our higher nature, from all that$6#1$ is
003:127,23[H  ]| pure and holy, from the Holy God Himself. For$4$ this reason
003:127,24[H  ]| mortal sin is punished in$4$ hell by$4$ two different forms of punishment,
003:127,25[H  ]| physical and spiritual.
003:127,26[H  ]| ~~ Now  of all these spiritual pains by$4$ far the greatest is the
003:127,27[H  ]| pain of loss, so$5#1$ great, in$4$ fact, that$3$ in$4$ itself it is a torment
003:127,28[H  ]| greater than all the others. Saint*Thomas, the greatest doctor
003:127,29[H  ]| of the church, the angelic doctor, as he is called, says that$3$ the
003:127,30[H  ]| worst damnation consists in$4$ this that$3$ the understanding of
003:127,31[H  ]| man is totally deprived of divine light and his affection obstinately
003:127,32[H  ]| turned away from the goodness of God. God, remember,
003:127,33[H  ]| is a being infinitely good and therefore the loss of such a
003:127,34[H  ]| being must be a loss infinitely painful. In$4$ this life we have not
003:127,35[H  ]| a very clear idea of what such a loss must be but the damned
003:127,36[H  ]| in$4$ hell, for$4$ their greater torment, have a full understanding of
003:128,01[H  ]| that$6#2$ which$6#1$ they have lost and understand  that$3$ they have lost it
003:128,02[H  ]| through their own sins and have lost it for*ever. At the very
003:128,03[H  ]| instant of death the bonds of the flesh are broken asunder and
003:128,04[H  ]| the soul at once flies towards God. The soul tends towards
003:128,05[H  ]| God as towards the centre of her existence. Remember, my
003:128,06[H  ]| dear little boys, our souls long to$9$ be with God. We come from
003:128,07[H  ]| God, we live by$4$ God, we belong to$4$ God: we are His, inalienably
003:128,08[H  ]| His. God loves with a divine love every human soul and
003:128,09[H  ]| every human soul lives in$4$ that$6#2$ love. How could it be otherwise?
003:128,10[H  ]| Every breath that$6#1$ we draw, every thought of our brain,
003:128,11[H  ]| every instant of life proceed from God's inexhaustible goodness.
003:128,12[H  ]| And if it be pain for$4$ a mother to$9$ be parted from her
003:128,13[H  ]| child, for$4$ a man to$9$ be exiled from hearth and home, for$4$ friend
003:128,14[H  ]| to$9$ be sundered from friend, O think what pain, what anguish,
003:128,15[H  ]| it must be for$4$ the poor soul to$9$ be spurned from the presence
003:128,16[H  ]| of the supremely good and loving Creator Who$6#1$ has called that$6#2$
003:128,17[H  ]| soul into existence from nothingness and sustained it in$4$ life
003:128,18[H  ]| and loved it with an immeasurable love. This, then, to$9$ be
003:128,19[H  ]| separated for*ever from its greatest good, from God, and to$9$
003:128,20[H  ]| feel the anguish of that$6#2$ separation, knowing full well that$3$ it is
003:128,21[H  ]| unchangeable, this is the greatest torment which$6#1$ the created
003:128,22[H  ]| soul is capable of bearing, \7po*ena\ \7damni\, the pain of loss.
003:128,23[H  ]| ~~ The second pain which$6#1$ will$1$ afflict the souls of the damned
003:128,24[H  ]| in$4$ hell is the pain of conscience. Just as in$4$ dead bodies worms
003:128,25[H  ]| are engendered by$4$ putrefaction so$3$ in$4$ the souls of the lost there
003:128,26[H  ]| arises a perpetual remorse from the putrefaction of sin, the
003:128,27[H  ]| sting of conscience, the worm, as Pope*Innocent*the*Third
003:128,28[H  ]| calls it, of the triple sting. The first sting inflicted by$4$ this
003:128,29[H  ]| cruel worm will$1$ be the memory of past pleasures. O what a dreadful
003:128,30[H  ]| memory will$1$ that$6#2$ be! In$4$ the lake of alldevouring flame the
003:128,31[H  ]| proud king will$1$ remember the pomps of his court, the wise but
003:128,32[H  ]| wicked man his libraries and instruments of research, the lover
003:128,33[H  ]| of artistic pleasures his marbles and pictures and other art
003:128,34[H  ]| treasures, he who$6#1$ delighted in$4$ the pleasures of the table his
003:128,35[H  ]| gorgeous feasts, his dishes prepared with such delicacy, his
003:128,36[H  ]| choice wines; the miser will$1$ remember his hoard of gold, the
003:129,01[H  ]| robber his illgotten wealth, the angry and revengeful and
003:129,02[H  ]| merciless murderers their deeds of blood and violence in$4$
003:129,03[H  ]| which$6#1$ they revelled, the impure and adulterous the unspeakable
003:129,04[H  ]| and filthy pleasures in$4$ which$6#1$ they delighted. They will$1$
003:129,05[H  ]| remember all this and loathe themselves and their sins. For$3$
003:129,06[H  ]| how miserable will$1$ all those pleasures seem to$4$ the soul condemned
003:129,07[H  ]| to$9$ suffer in$4$ hellfire for$4$ ages and ages. How they will$1$
003:129,08[H  ]| rage and fume to$9$ think that$3$ they have lost the bliss of heaven
003:129,09[H  ]| for$4$ the dross of earth, for$4$ a few pieces of metal, for$4$ vain
003:129,10[H  ]| honours, for$4$ bodily comforts, for$4$ a tingling of the nerves.
003:129,11[H  ]| They will$1$ repent indeed: and this is the second sting of the
003:129,12[H  ]| worm of conscience, a late and fruitless sorrow for$4$ sins committed.
003:129,13[H  ]| Divine justice insists that$3$ the understanding of those
003:129,14[H  ]| miserable wretches be fixed continually on$4$ the sins of which$6#1$
003:129,15[H  ]| they were guilty and moreover, as saint*Augustine points out,
003:129,16[H  ]| God will$1$ impart to$4$ them His own knowledge of sin so$3$ that$3$ sin
003:129,17[H  ]| will$1$ appear to$4$ them in$4$ all its hideous malice as it appears to$4$
003:129,18[H  ]| the eyes of God Himself. They will$1$ behold their sins in$4$ all
003:129,19[H  ]| their foulness and repent but it will$1$ be too late and then they
003:129,20[H  ]| will$1$ bewail the good occasions which$6#1$ they neglected. This is
003:129,21[H  ]| the last and deepest and most cruel sting of the worm of
003:129,22[H  ]| conscience. The conscience will$1$ say: You had time and
003:129,23[H  ]| opportunity to$9$ repent and would not. You were brought up$5$
003:129,24[H  ]| religiously by$4$ your parents. You had the sacraments and
003:129,25[H  ]| graces and indulgences of the church to$9$ aid you. You had the
003:129,26[H  ]| minister of God to$9$ preach to$4$ you, to$9$ call you back when you
003:129,27[H  ]| had strayed, to$9$ forgive you your sins, no$2$ matter how many,
003:129,28[H  ]| how abominable, if only you had confessed and repented. No$7$.
003:129,29[H  ]| You would not. You flouted the ministers of holy religion, you
003:129,30[H  ]| turned your back on$4$ the confessional, you wallowed deeper
003:129,31[H  ]| and deeper in$4$ the mire of sin. God appealed to$4$ you, threatened
003:129,32[H  ]| you, entreated you to$9$ return to$4$ Him. O what shame, what
003:129,33[H  ]| misery! The Ruler of the universe entreated you, a creature
003:129,34[H  ]| of clay, to$9$ love Him Who$6#1$  made you and to$9$ keep His law. No$7$.
003:129,35[H  ]| You would not. And now, though you were to$9$ flood all hell
003:129,36[H  ]| with your tears if you could still weep, all that$6#2$ sea of repentance
003:130,01[H  ]| would not gain for$4$ you what a single tear of true repentance
003:130,02[H  ]| shed during your mortal life would have gained for$4$ you.
003:130,03[H  ]| You implore now a moment of earthly life wherein to$9$ repent:
003:130,04[H  ]| in$4$ vain. That$6#2$ time is gone: gone for*ever.
003:130,05[H  ]| ~~ Such is the threefold sting of conscience, the viper which$6#1$
003:130,06[H  ]| gnaws the very heart's core of the wretches in$4$ hell so$3$ that$3$ filled
003:130,07[H  ]| with hellish fury they curse themselves for$4$ their folly and curse
003:130,08[H  ]| the evil companions who$6#1$ have brought them to$4$ such ruin and
003:130,09[H  ]| curse the devils who$6#1$ tempted them in$4$ life and now mock them
003:130,10[H  ]| and torture them in$4$ eternity and even revile and curse the
003:130,11[H  ]| Supreme Being Whose goodness and patience they scorned
003:130,12[H  ]| and slighted but Whose justice and power they cannot evade.
003:130,13[H  ]| ~~ The next spiritual pain to$4$ which$6#1$ the damned are subjected
003:130,14[H  ]| is the pain of extension. Man, in$4$ this earthly life, though
003:130,15[H  ]| he be capable of many evils, is not capable of them all at once
003:130,16[H  ]| inasmuch as one evil corrects and counteracts  another just as
003:130,17[H  ]| one poison frequently corrects another. In$4$ hell on$4$ the contrary
003:130,18[H  ]| one torment, instead of counteracting another, lends it still
003:130,19[H  ]| greater force: and moreover as the internal faculties are more
003:130,20[H  ]| perfect than the external senses, so$3$ are they more capable of
003:130,21[H  ]| suffering. Just as every sense is afflicted with a fitting torment
003:130,22[H  ]| so$3$ is every spiritual faculty; the fancy with horrible images, the
003:130,23[H  ]| sensitive faculty with alternate longing and rage, the mind and
003:130,24[H  ]| understanding with an interior darkness more terrible even
003:130,25[H  ]| than the exterior darkness which$6#1$ reigns in$4$ that$6#2$ dreadful
003:130,26[H  ]| prison. The malice, impotent though it be, which$6#1$ possesses
003:130,27[H  ]| these demon souls is an evil of boundless extension, of limitless
003:130,28[H  ]| duration, a frightful state of wickedness which$6#1$ we can
003:130,29[H  ]| scarcely realise unless we bear in$4$ mind the enormity of sin and
003:130,30[H  ]| the hatred God bears to$4$ it.
003:130,31[H  ]| ~~ Opposed to$4$ this pain of extension and yet coexistent with
003:130,32[H  ]| it we have the pain of intensity. Hell is the centre of evils and,
003:130,33[H  ]| as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at
003:130,34[H  ]| their remotest points. There are no$2$ contraries or admixtures of
003:130,35[H  ]| any kind to$9$ temper or soften in$4$ the least the pains of hell. Nay,
003:130,36[H  ]| things which$6#1$ are good in$4$ themselves become evil in$4$ hell.
003:131,01[H  ]| Company, elsewhere a source of comfort to$4$ the afflicted, will$1$
003:131,02[H  ]| be there a continual torment: knowledge, so$5#1$ much longed for$5$
003:131,03[H  ]| as the chief good of the intellect, will$1$ there be hated worse
003:131,04[H  ]| than ignorance: light, so$5#1$ much coveted by$4$ all creatures from
003:131,05[H  ]| the lord of creation down to$4$ the humblest plant in$4$ the forest,
003:131,06[H  ]| will$1$ be loathed intensely. In$4$ this life our sorrows are either not
003:131,07[H  ]| very long or not very great because nature either overcomes
003:131,08[H  ]| them by$4$ habits or puts an end to$4$ them by$4$ sinking under their
003:131,09[H  ]| weight. But in$4$ hell the torments cannot be overcome by$4$ habit.
003:131,10[H  ]| For$3$ while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same
003:131,11[H  ]| time of continual variety, each pain, so$5#2$ to$9$ speak, taking fire
003:131,12[H  ]| from another and reendowing that$6#2$ which$6#1$ has enkindled it with
003:131,13[H  ]| a still fiercer flame. Nor can nature escape from these intense
003:131,14[H  ]| and various tortures by$4$ succumbing to$4$ them for$3$ the soul is
003:131,15[H  ]| sustained and maintained in$4$ evil so$3$ that$3$ its suffering may be
003:131,16[H  ]| the greater. Boundless extension of torment, incredible intensity
003:131,17[H  ]| of suffering, unceasing variety of torture ~~  this is what the
003:131,18[H  ]| divine majesty, so$5#1$ outraged by$4$ sinners, demands, this is what
003:131,19[H  ]| the holiness of heaven, slighted and set aside for$4$ the lustful
003:131,20[H  ]| and low pleasures of the corrupt flesh, requires, this is what the
003:131,21[H  ]| blood of the innocent Lamb of God, shed for$4$ the redemption
003:131,22[H  ]| of sinners, trampled upon$5$ by$4$ the vilest of the vile, insists upon$4$.
003:131,23[H  ]| ~~ Last and crowning torture of all the tortures of that$6#2$ awful
003:131,24[H  ]| place is the eternity of hell. Eternity! O, dread and dire word.
003:131,25[H  ]| Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? And, remember,
003:131,26[H  ]| it is an eternity of pain. Even though the pains of hell
003:131,27[H  ]| were not so$5#1$ terrible as they are yet they would become infinite
003:131,28[H  ]| as they are destined to$9$ last for*ever. But while they are everlasting
003:131,29[H  ]| they are at the same time, as you know, intolerably
003:131,30[H  ]| intense,  unbearably extensive. To$9$ bear even the sting of an
003:131,31[H  ]| insect for$4$  all eternity would be a dreadful torment. What must
003:131,32[H  ]| it be, then, to$9$ bear the manifold tortures of hell for*ever? For*ever! 
003:131,33[H  ]| For$4$ all eternity! Not for$4$ a year or for$4$ an age but for*ever.
003:131,34[H  ]| Try to$9$ imagine the awful meaning of this. You have often seen
003:131,35[H  ]| the sand on$4$ the seashore. How fine are its tiny grains! And
003:131,36[H  ]| how many of those tiny little grains go to$9$ make up$5$ the small
003:132,01[H  ]| handful which$6#1$ a child grasps in$4$ its play. Now imagine a mountain
003:132,02[H  ]| of that$6#2$ sand, a million miles high, reaching from the earth
003:132,03[H  ]| to$4$ the farthest heavens, and a million miles broad, extending
003:132,04[H  ]| to$4$ remotest space, and a million miles in$4$ thickness: and imagine
003:132,05[H  ]| such an enormous mass of countless particles of sand
003:132,06[H  ]| multiplied as often as there are leaves in$4$ the forest, drops of
003:132,07[H  ]| water in$4$ the mighty ocean, feathers on$4$ birds, scales on$4$ fish,
003:132,08[H  ]| hairs on$4$ animals, atoms in$4$ the vast expanse of the air: and
003:132,09[H  ]| imagine that$3$ at  the end of every million years a little bird came
003:132,10[H  ]| to$4$ that$6#2$ mountain and carried away in$4$ its beak a tiny grain of
003:132,11[H  ]| that$6#2$ sand. How many millions upon$4$ millions of centuries
003:132,12[H  ]| would pass before that$6#2$ bird had carried away even a square
003:132,13[H  ]| foot of that$6#2$ mountain, how many eons upon$4$ eons of ages
003:132,14[H  ]| before it had carried away all. Yet at the end of that$6#2$ immense
003:132,15[H  ]| stretch of time not even one instant of eternity could be said to$9$
003:132,16[H  ]| have ended. At the end of all those billions and trillions of
003:132,17[H  ]| years eternity would have scarcely begun. And if that$6#2$ mountain
003:132,18[H  ]| rose again after it had been all carried away and if the
003:132,19[H  ]| bird came again and carried it all away again grain by$4$ grain:
003:132,20[H  ]| and if it so$5#2$ rose and sank as many times as there are stars in$4$
003:132,21[H  ]| the sky, atoms in$4$ the air, drops of water in$4$ the sea, leaves on$4$
003:132,22[H  ]| the trees, feathers upon$4$ birds, scales upon$4$ fish, hairs upon$4$
003:132,23[H  ]| animals, at the end of all those innumerable risings and sinkings
003:132,24[H  ]| of that$6#2$ immeasurably vast mountain not one single instant
003:132,25[H  ]| of eternity could be said to$9$ have ended; even then, at the end
003:132,26[H  ]| of such a period, after that$6#2$ eon of time the mere thought of
003:132,27[H  ]| which$6#1$ makes our very brain reel dizzily, eternity would have
003:132,28[H  ]| scarcely begun.
003:132,29[H  ]| ~~ A holy saint (one of our own fathers I believe it was)
003:132,30[H  ]| was once vouchsafed a vision of hell. It seemed to$4$ him that$3$ he
003:132,31[H  ]| stood in$4$ the midst of a great hall, dark and silent save for$4$ the
003:132,32[H  ]| ticking of a great clock. The ticking went on$5$ unceasingly; and
003:132,33[H  ]| it seemed to$4$ this saint that$3$ the sound of the ticking was the
003:132,34[H  ]| ceaseless repetition of the words: ever, never; ever, never.
003:132,35[H  ]| Ever to$9$ be in$4$ hell, never to$9$ be in$4$ heaven; ever to$9$ be shut off
003:132,36[H  ]| from the presence of God, never to$9$ enjoy the beatific vision;
003:132,37[H  ]| ever to$9$ be eaten with flames, gnawed by$4$ vermin, goaded with
003:133,01[H  ]| burning spikes, never to$9$ be free from those pains; ever to$9$ have
003:133,02[H  ]| the conscience upbraid one, the memory enrage, the mind
003:133,03[H  ]| filled with darkness and despair, never to$9$ escape; ever to$9$ curse
003:133,04[H  ]| and revile the foul demons who$6#1$ gloat fiendishly over the
003:133,05[H  ]| misery of their dupes, never to$9$ behold the shining raiment of
003:133,06[H  ]| the blessed spirits; ever to$9$ cry out of the abyss of fire to$4$ God
003:133,07[H  ]| for$4$ an instant, a single instant, of respite from such awful
003:133,08[H  ]| agony, never to$9$ receive, even for$4$ an instant, God's pardon;
003:133,09[H  ]| ever to$9$ suffer, never to$9$ enjoy; ever to$9$ be damned, never to$9$ be
003:133,10[H  ]| saved; ever, never; ever, never. O what a dreadful punishment!
003:133,11[H  ]| An eternity of endless agony, of endless bodily and spiritual
003:133,12[H  ]| torment, without one ray of hope, without one moment of
003:133,13[H  ]| cessation, of agony limitless in$4$ extent, limitless in$4$ intensity, of
003:133,14[H  ]| torment infinitely lasting, infinitely varied, of torture that$6#1$
003:133,15[H  ]| sustains eternally that$6#2$ which$6#1$ it eternally devours, of anguish that$6#1$
003:133,16[H  ]| everlastingly preys upon$4$ the spirit while it racks the flesh, an
003:133,17[H  ]| eternity, every instant of which$6#1$ is itself an eternity, and that$6#2$
003:133,18[H  ]| eternity an eternity of woe. Such is the terrible punishment
003:133,19[H  ]| decreed for$4$ those who$6#1$ die in$4$ mortal sin by$4$ an almighty and
003:133,20[H  ]| a just God.
003:133,21[H  ]| ~~ Yes, a just God! Men, reasoning always as men, are
003:133,22[H  ]| astonished that$3$ God should mete out an everlasting and
003:133,23[H  ]| infinite punishment in$4$ the fires of hell for$4$ a single grievous sin.
003:133,24[H  ]| They reason thus because, blinded by$4$ the gross illusion of the
003:133,25[H  ]| flesh and the darkness of human understanding, they are
003:133,26[H  ]| unable to$9$ comprehend the hideous malice of mortal sin. They
003:133,27[H  ]| reason thus because they are unable to$9$ comprehend that$3$ even
003:133,28[H  ]| venial sin is of such a foul and hideous nature that$3$ even if the
003:133,29[H  ]| omnipotent Creator could end all the evil and misery in$4$ the
003:133,30[H  ]| world, the wars, the diseases, the robberies, the crimes, the
003:133,31[H  ]| deaths, the murders, on$4$ condition that$3$ he allowed a single
003:133,32[H  ]| venial sin to$9$ pass unpunished, a single venial sin, a lie, an
003:133,33[H  ]| angry look, a moment of wilful sloth, He, the great omnipotent
003:133,34[H  ]| God, could not do so$5#2$ because sin, be it in$4$ thought or deed,
003:133,35[H  ]| is a transgression of His law and God would not be God if He
003:133,36[H  ]| did not punish the transgressor.
003:133,37[H  ]| ~~ A sin, an instant of rebellious pride of the intellect, made
003:134,01[H  ]| Lucifer and a third part of the cohorts of angels fall from their
003:134,02[H  ]| glory. A sin, an instant of folly and weakness, drove Adam
003:134,03[H  ]| and Eve out of Eden and brought death and suffering into the
003:134,04[H  ]| world. To$9$ retrieve the consequences of that$6#2$ sin the Only
003:134,05[H  ]| Begotten Son of God came down to$4$ earth, lived and suffered
003:134,06[H  ]| and died a most painful death, hanging for$4$ three hours on$4$ the
003:134,07[H  ]| cross.
003:134,08[H  ]| ~~ O, my dear little brethren in$4$ Christ*Jesus, will$1$ we then
003:134,09[H  ]| offend that$6#2$ good Redeemer and provoke His anger? Will$1$ we
003:134,10[H  ]| trample again upon$4$ that$6#2$ torn and mangled corpse? Will$1$ we
003:134,11[H  ]| spit upon$4$ that$6#2$ face so$5#1$ full of sorrow and love? Will$1$ we too,
003:134,12[H  ]| like$4$ the cruel jews and the brutal soldiers, mock that$6#2$ gentle
003:134,13[H  ]| and compassionate Saviour Who$6#1$ trod alone for$4$ our sake the
003:134,14[H  ]| awful winepress of sorrow? Every word of sin is a wound in$4$
003:134,15[H  ]| His tender side. Every sinful act is a thorn piercing His head.
003:134,16[H  ]| Every impure thought, deliberately yielded to$5$, is a keen lance
003:134,17[H  ]| transfixing that$6#2$ sacred and loving heart. No$7$, no$7$. It is impossible
003:134,18[H  ]| for$4$ any human being to$9$ do that$6#2$ which$6#1$ offends so$5#1$ deeply
003:134,19[H  ]| the divine majesty, that$6#2$ which$6#1$ is punished by$4$ an eternity of
003:134,20[H  ]| agony, that$6#2$ which$6#1$ crucifies again the Son of God and makes
003:134,21[H  ]| a mockery of Him.
003:134,22[H  ]| ~~ I pray to$4$ God that$3$ my poor words may have availed
003:134,23[H  ]| today to$9$ confirm in$4$ holiness those who$6#1$ are in$4$ a state of grace,
003:134,24[H  ]| to$9$ strengthen the wavering, to$9$ lead back to$4$ the state of grace
003:134,25[H  ]| the poor soul that$6#1$ has strayed if any such be among you. I
003:134,26[H  ]| pray to$4$ God, and do you pray with me, that$3$ we may repent of
003:134,27[H  ]| our sins. I will$1$ ask you now, all of you, to$9$ repeat after me the
003:134,28[H  ]| act of contrition, kneeling here in$4$ this humble chapel in$4$ the
003:134,29[H  ]| presence of God. He is there in$4$ the tabernacle burning with
003:134,30[H  ]| love for$4$ mankind, ready to$9$ comfort the afflicted. Be not
003:134,31[H  ]| afraid. No$2$ matter how many or how foul the sins if only you
003:134,32[H  ]| repent of them they will$1$ be forgiven you. Let no$2$ worldly
003:134,33[H  ]| shame hold you back. God is still the merciful Lord Who$6#1$
003:134,34[H  ]| wishes not the eternal death of the sinner but rather that$3$ he be
003:134,35[H  ]| converted and live.
003:134,36[H  ]| ~~ He calls you to$4$ Him. You are His. He made you out of
003:135,01[H  ]| nothing. He loved you as only a God can love. His arms are
003:135,02[H  ]| open to$9$ receive you even though you have sinned against Him.
003:135,03[H  ]| Come to$4$ Him, poor sinner, poor vain and erring sinner. Now
003:135,04[H  ]| is the acceptable time. Now is the hour.
003:135,05['  ]| The priest rose and, turning towards the altar, knelt upon$4$
003:135,06['  ]| the step before the tabernacle in$4$ the fallen gloom. He waited
003:135,07['  ]| till all in$4$ the chapel had knelt and every least noise was still.
003:135,08['  ]| Then, raising his head, he repeated the act of contrition,
003:135,09['  ]| phrase by$4$ phrase, with fervour. The boys answered him
003:135,10['  ]| phrase by$4$ phrase. Stephen, his tongue cleaving to$4$ his palate,
003:135,11['  ]| bowed his head, praying with his heart.
003:135,12[Z  ]| ~~ \O my God!\ ~~
003:135,13[Z  ]| ~~ \O my God!\ ~~
003:135,14[Z  ]| ~~ \I am heartily sorry\ ~~
003:135,15[Z  ]| ~~ \I am heartily sorry\ ~~
003:135,16[Z  ]| ~~ \for$4$ having offended Thee\ ~~
003:135,17[Z  ]| ~~ \for$4$ having offended Thee\ ~~
003:135,18[Z  ]| ~~ \and I detest my sins\ ~~
003:135,19[Z  ]| ~~ \and I detest my sins\ ~~
003:135,20[Z  ]| ~~ \above every other evil\ ~~
003:135,21[Z  ]| ~~ \above every other evil\ ~~
003:135,22[Z  ]| ~~ \because they displease Thee, my God\ ~~
003:135,23[Z  ]| ~~ \because they displease Thee, my God\ ~~
003:135,24[Z  ]| ~~ \Who$6#1$ art so$5#1$ deserving\ ~~
003:135,25[Z  ]| ~~ \Who$6#1$ art so$5#1$ deserving\ ~~
003:135,26[Z  ]| ~~ \of all my love\ ~~
003:135,27[Z  ]| ~~ \of all my love\ ~~
003:135,28[Z  ]| ~~ \and I firmly purpose\ ~~
003:135,29[Z  ]| ~~ \and I firmly purpose\ ~~
003:135,30[Z  ]| ~~ \by$4$ Thy holy grace\ ~~
003:135,31[Z  ]| ~~ \by$4$ Thy holy grace\ ~~
003:135,32[Z  ]| ~~ \never more to$9$ offend Thee\ ~~
003:135,33[Z  ]| ~~ \never more to$9$ offend Thee\ ~~
003:135,34[Z  ]| ~~ \and to$9$ amend my life\ ~~
003:135,35[Z  ]| ~~ \and to$9$ amend my life\ ~~
003:135,36['  ]| 
003:136,01['  ]| He  went up$5$ to$4$ his room after dinner in$4$ order to$9$ be alone
003:136,02['  ]| with his soul: and at every step his soul seemed  to$9$ sigh: at
003:136,03['  ]| every step his soul mounted with his feet, sighing in$4$ the ascent,
003:136,04['  ]| through a region of viscid gloom.
003:136,05['  ]| He halted on$4$ the landing before the door  and then, grasping
003:136,06['  ]| the porcelain knob, opened the door quickly. He waited in$4$
003:136,07['  ]| fear, his soul pining within him, praying silently that$3$ death
003:136,08['  ]| might not touch his brow as he passed over the threshold,  that$3$
003:136,09['  ]| the fiends that$6#1$ inhabit darkness might not be given power over
003:136,10['  ]| him. He waited still at the threshold  as at the entrance to$4$ some
003:136,11['  ]| dark cave. Faces were there; eyes: they waited and watched.
003:136,12[X  ]| ~~ We knew perfectly well of course that$3$ although it was
003:136,13[X  ]| bound to$9$ come to$4$ the light he would find considerable difficulty
003:136,14[X  ]| in$4$ endeavouring to$9$ try to$9$ induce himself to$9$ try to$9$ endeavour
003:136,15[X  ]| to$9$ ascertain the spiritual plenipotentiary and so$3$ we knew of
003:136,16[X  ]| course perfectly well ~~ 
003:136,17['  ]| Murmuring faces waited and watched;  murmurous voices
003:136,18['  ]| filled the dark shell of the cave. He feared intensely in$4$ spirit
003:136,19['  ]| and in$4$ flesh but, raising his head bravely, he strode into the
003:136,20['  ]| room firmly. A doorway, a room, the same room, same window.
003:136,21['  ]| He told himself calmly that$3$ those words had absolutely
003:136,22['  ]| no$2$ sense which$6#1$ had seemed to$9$ rise murmurously from the
003:136,23['  ]| dark. He told himself that$3$ it was simply his room with the
003:136,24['  ]| door open.
003:136,25['  ]| He closed the door and, walking swiftly to$4$ the bed, knelt
003:136,26['  ]| beside it and covered his face with his hands. His hands were
003:136,27['  ]| cold and damp and his limbs ached with chill. Bodily unrest
003:136,28['  ]| and chill and weariness beset him, routing his thoughts. Why
003:136,29['  ]| was he kneeling there like$4$ a child saying his evening prayers?
003:136,30['  ]| To$9$ be alone with his soul, to$9$ examine his conscience, to$9$ meet
003:136,31['  ]| his sins face to$4$ face, to$9$ recall their times and manners and
003:136,32['  ]| circumstances, to$9$ weep over them. He could not weep. He could
003:136,33['  ]| not summon them to$4$ his memory. He felt only an ache of soul
003:136,34['  ]| and body, his whole being, memory, will$0$, understanding, flesh,
003:136,35['  ]| benumbed and weary.
003:136,36['  ]| That$6#2$ was the work of devils, to$9$ scatter his thoughts and
003:137,01['  ]| overcloud his conscience, assailing him at the gates of the
003:137,02['  ]| cowardly and sincorrupted flesh: and, praying God timidly to$9$
003:137,03['  ]| forgive him his weakness, he crawled up$5$ on$5$ to$4$ the bed and,
003:137,04['  ]| wrapping the blankets closely about him, covered his face
003:137,05['  ]| again with his hands. He had  sinned. He had sinned so$5#1$ deeply
003:137,06['  ]| against heaven and before God that$3$ he was not worthy to$9$ be
003:137,07['  ]| called God's child.
003:137,08['  ]| Could it be that$3$ he, Stephen*Dedalus, had done those
003:137,09['  ]| things? His conscience sighed in$4$ answer. Yes, he had done
003:137,10['  ]| them, secretly, filthily, time after time, and, hardened in$4$ sinful
003:137,11['  ]| impenitence, he had dared to$9$ wear the mask of holiness before
003:137,12['  ]| the tabernacle itself while his soul within was a living mass of
003:137,13['  ]| corruption. How came it that$3$ God had not struck him dead?
003:137,14['  ]| The leprous company of his sins closed about him, breathing
003:137,15['  ]| upon$4$ him, bending over him from all sides. He strove to$9$ forget
003:137,16['  ]| them in$4$ an act of prayer, huddling his limbs closer  together
003:137,17['  ]| and binding down his eyelids: but the senses of his soul would
003:137,18['  ]| not be bound and, though his eyes were shut fast, he saw the
003:137,19['  ]| places where he had sinned and, though his ears were tightly
003:137,20['  ]| covered, he heard. He desired with all his will$0$ not to$9$ hear or
003:137,21['  ]| see. He desired till his frame shook under the strain of his
003:137,22['  ]| desire and until the senses of his soul closed. They closed for$4$
003:137,23['  ]| an instant and then opened. He saw.
003:137,24['  ]| A field of stiff weeds and thistles and tufted nettlebunches.
003:137,25['  ]| Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters
003:137,26['  ]| and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint marshlight
003:137,27['  ]| struggled upwards from all the ordure through the bristling
003:137,28['  ]| greygreen weeds. An evil smell, faint and foul as the light,
003:137,29['  ]| curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the
003:137,30['  ]| stale crusted dung.
003:137,31['  ]| Creatures were in$4$ the field; one, three, six: creatures were
003:137,32['  ]| moving in$4$ the field, hither and thither. Goatish creatures with
003:137,33['  ]| human faces, hornybrowed, lightly bearded and grey as indiarubber.
003:137,34['  ]| The malice of evil glittered in$4$ their hard eyes, as they
003:137,35['  ]| moved hither and thither, trailing their long tails behind them.
003:137,36['  ]| A rictus of cruel malignity lit up$5$ greyly their old bony faces.
003:138,01['  ]| One was clasping about his ribs a torn flannel waistcoat,
003:138,02['  ]| another complained monotonously as his beard stuck in$4$ the
003:138,03['  ]| tufted weeds. Soft language issued from their spittleless lips as
003:138,04['  ]| they swished in$4$ slow circles round and round the field, winding
003:138,05['  ]| hither and thither through the weeds, dragging their long tails
003:138,06['  ]| amid the rattling canisters. They moved in$4$ slow circles, circling
003:138,07['  ]| closer and closer to$9$ enclose, to$9$  enclose, soft language
003:138,08['  ]| issuing from their lips, their long swishing tails  besmeared
003:138,09['  ]| with stale shite, thrusting upwards their terrific faces ~~~
003:138,10['  ]| Help!
003:138,11['  ]| He flung the blankets from him madly to$9$ free his face and
003:138,12['  ]| neck. That$6#2$ was his hell. God had allowed him to$9$ see the hell
003:138,13['  ]| reserved for$4$ his sins: stinking, bestial, malignant, a hell of
003:138,14['  ]| lecherous goatish fiends. For$4$ him! For$4$ him!
003:138,15['  ]| He sprang from the bed, the reeking odour pouring down
003:138,16['  ]| his throat, clogging and revolting his entrails. Air! The air of
003:138,17['  ]| heaven! He stumbled towards the window, groaning and
003:138,18['  ]| almost fainting with sickness. At the washstand a convulsion
003:138,19['  ]| seized him within; and, clasping his cold forehead wildly, he
003:138,20['  ]| vomited profusely in$4$ agony.
003:138,21['  ]| When the fit had spent itself he walked weakly to$4$ the window
003:138,22['  ]| and, lifting the sash, sat in$4$ a corner of the embrasure and
003:138,23['  ]| leaned his elbow upon$4$ the sill. The rain had drawn off; and
003:138,24['  ]| amid the moving vapours from point to$4$ point of light the city
003:138,25['  ]| was spinning about herself a soft cocoon of yellowish haze.
003:138,26['  ]| Heaven was still and faintly luminous and the air sweet to$9$
003:138,27['  ]| breathe, as in$4$ a thicket drenched with showers: and amid
003:138,28['  ]| peace and shimmering lights and quiet fragrance he made a
003:138,29['  ]| covenant with his heart.
003:138,30['  ]| He prayed:
003:138,31[Z  ]| ~~ \He once had meant to$9$ come on$4$ earth in$4$ heavenly glory\
003:138,32[Z  ]| \but we sinned: and then He could not safely visit us but with a\
003:138,33[Z  ]| \shrouded majesty and a bedimmed radiance for$3$ He was God\.
003:138,34[Z  ]| \So$3$ He came Himself in$4$ weakness not in$4$ power and He sent\
003:138,35[Z  ]| \thee, a creature in$4$ His stead, with a creature's comeliness and\
003:139,01[Z  ]| \lustre suited to$4$ our state. And now thy very face and form,\
003:139,02[Z  ]| \dear mother, speak to$4$ us of the Eternal; not like$4$ earthly\
003:139,03[Z  ]| \beauty, dangerous to$9$ look upon$4$, but like$4$ the morning star\
003:139,04[Z  ]| \which$6#1$ is thy emblem, bright and musical, breathing purity,\
003:139,05[Z  ]| \telling of heaven and infusing peace. O harbinger of day! O\
003:139,06[Z  ]| \light of the pilgrim! Lead us still as thou hast led. In$4$ the dark\
003:139,07[Z  ]| \night, across the bleak wilderness guide us on$5$ to$4$ our Lord\
003:139,08[Z  ]| \Jesus, guide us home\.
003:139,09['  ]| His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up$5$ to$4$
003:139,10['  ]| heaven, he wept for$4$ the innocence he had lost.
003:139,11['  ]| When evening had fallen he left the house and the first
003:139,12['  ]| touch of the damp dark air and the noise of the door as it
003:139,13['  ]| closed behind him made ache again his conscience, lulled by$4$
003:139,14['  ]| prayer and tears. Confess! Confess! It was not enough to$9$ lull
003:139,15['  ]| the conscience with a tear and a prayer. He had to$9$ kneel
003:139,16['  ]| before the minister of the Holy*Ghost and tell over his hidden
003:139,17['  ]| sins truly and repentantly. Before he heard again the footboard
003:139,18['  ]| of the housedoor trail over the threshold  as it opened to$9$
003:139,19['  ]| let him in$5$, before he saw again the table in$4$ the kitchen set for$4$
003:139,20['  ]| supper he would have knelt and confessed. It was quite simple.
003:139,21['  ]| The ache of conscience ceased and he walked onward
003:139,22['  ]| swiftly through the dark streets. There were so$5#1$ many flagstones
003:139,23['  ]| on$4$ the footpath of that$6#2$ street and so$5#1$ many streets in$4$ that$6#2$
003:139,24['  ]| city and so$5#1$ many cities in$4$ the world. Yet eternity had no$2$ end.
003:139,25['  ]| He was in$4$ mortal sin. Even once was a mortal sin. It could
003:139,26['  ]| happen in$4$ an instant. But how so$5#1$ quickly? By$4$ seeing or by$4$
003:139,27['  ]| thinking of seeing. The eyes see the thing, without having
003:139,28['  ]| wished first to$9$ see. Then in$4$ an instant it happens. But does
003:139,29['  ]| that$6#2$ part of the body understand or what? The serpent, the
003:139,30['  ]| most subtle beast of the field. It must understand when it
003:139,31['  ]| desires in$4$ one instant and then prolongs its own desire instant
003:139,32['  ]| after instant, sinfully. It feels and understands and desires.
003:139,33['  ]| What a horrible thing! Who$6#2$ made it to$9$ be like$4$ that$6#2$, a bestial
003:139,34['  ]| part of the body able to$9$ understand bestially and desire
003:140,01['  ]| bestially? Was that$6#2$ then he or an inhuman thing moved by$4$ a
003:140,02['  ]| lower soul than his soul? His soul sickened at the thought of a
003:140,03['  ]| torpid snaky life feeding itself out of the tender marrow of his
003:140,04['  ]| life and fattening upon$4$ the slime of lust. O why was that$6#2$ so$5#2$? O
003:140,05['  ]| why?
003:140,06['  ]| He cowered in$4$ the shadow of the thought, abasing himself
003:140,07['  ]| in$4$ the awe of God  Who$6#1$ had made all things and all men.
003:140,08['  ]| Madness. Who$6#2$ could think such a thought? And, cowering in$4$
003:140,09['  ]| darkness and abject, he prayed mutely to$4$ his angel guardian to$9$
003:140,10['  ]| drive away with his sword the demon that$6#1$ was whispering to$4$
003:140,11['  ]| his brain.
003:140,12['  ]| The whisper ceased and he knew then clearly that$3$ his own
003:140,13['  ]| soul had sinned in$4$ thought and word and deed wilfully
003:140,14['  ]| through his own body. Confess! He had to$9$ confess every sin.
003:140,15['  ]| How could he utter in$4$ words to$4$ the priest what he had done?
003:140,16['  ]| Must, must. Or how could he explain without dying of
003:140,17['  ]| shame? Or how could he have done such things without
003:140,18['  ]| shame? A madman, a loathsome madman! Confess! O he
003:140,19['  ]| would indeed to$9$ be free and sinless again! Perhaps the priest
003:140,20['  ]| would know. O dear God!
003:140,21['  ]| He walked on$5$ and on$5$ through illlit  streets, fearing to$9$ stand
003:140,22['  ]| still for$4$ a moment lest it might seem that$3$ he held back from
003:140,23['  ]| what awaited him, fearing to$9$ arrive at that$6#2$ towards which$6#1$ he
003:140,24['  ]| still turned with longing. How beautiful must be a soul in$4$ the
003:140,25['  ]| state of grace when God looked upon$4$ it with love!
003:140,26['  ]| Frowsy girls sat along the curbstones before their baskets.
003:140,27['  ]| Their dank hair hung trailed  over their brows. They
003:140,28['  ]| were not beautiful to$9$ see as they crouched in$4$ the mire. But
003:140,29['  ]| their souls were seen by$4$ God; and if their souls were in$4$ a state
003:140,30['  ]| of grace they were radiant to$9$ see: and God loved them, seeing
003:140,31['  ]| them.
003:140,32['  ]| A wasting breath of humiliation blew bleakly over his soul
003:140,33['  ]| to$9$ think of how he had fallen, to$9$ feel that$3$ those souls were
003:140,34['  ]| dearer to$4$ God than his. The wind blew over him and passed
003:140,35['  ]| on$5$ to$4$ the myriads and myriads of other souls on$4$ whom God's
003:140,36['  ]| favour shone now  more and now less, stars now brighter and
003:141,01['  ]| now dimmer, sustained  and failing. And the glimmering souls
003:141,02['  ]| passed away, sustained and failing, merged in$4$ a moving
003:141,03['  ]| breath. One soul was lost; a tiny soul: his. It flickered once
003:141,04['  ]| and went out, forgotten, lost. The end: black cold void waste.
003:141,05['  ]| Consciousness of place came ebbing back to$4$ him slowly
003:141,06['  ]| over a vast tract of time unlit, unfelt, unlived. The squalid
003:141,07['  ]| scene composed itself around him; the common accents, the
003:141,08['  ]| burning gasjets in$4$ the shops, odours of fish and spirits and wet
003:141,09['  ]| sawdust, moving men and women. An old woman was about
003:141,10['  ]| to$9$ cross the street, an oilcan in$4$ her hand. He bent down and
003:141,11['  ]| asked her was there a chapel near.
003:141,12[V  ]| ~~ A chapel, sir? Yes, sir. Church*Street chapel.
003:141,13[B  ]| ~~ Church?
003:141,14['  ]| She  shifted the can to$4$ her other hand and directed him:
003:141,15['  ]| and, as she held out her reeking withered right hand under its
003:141,16['  ]| fringe of shawl, he bent lower towards her, saddened and
003:141,17['  ]| soothed by$4$ her voice.
003:141,18[B  ]| ~~ Thank you.
003:141,19[V  ]| ~~ You are quite  welcome, sir.
003:141,20['  ]| The candles on$4$ the high altar had been extinguished but the
003:141,21['  ]| fragrance of incense still floated down the dim nave. Bearded
003:141,22['  ]| workmen with pious faces were guiding a canopy out through
003:141,23['  ]| a sidedoor, the sacristan aiding them with quiet gestures and
003:141,24['  ]| words. A few of the faithful still lingered, praying before one
003:141,25['  ]| of the sidealtars or kneeling in$4$ the benches near the confessionals.
003:141,26['  ]| He approached timidly and knelt at the last bench in$4$
003:141,27['  ]| the body, thankful for$4$ the peace and silence and fragrant
003:141,28['  ]| shadow of the church. The board on$4$ which$6#1$ he knelt was
003:141,29['  ]| narrow and worn and those who$6#1$ knelt near him were humble
003:141,30['  ]| followers of Jesus. Jesus too had been born in$4$ poverty and had
003:141,31['  ]| worked in$4$ the shop of a carpenter, cutting boards and planing
003:141,32['  ]| them, and had first spoken of the kingdom of God to$4$ poor
003:141,33['  ]| fishermen, teaching all men to$9$ be meek and humble of heart.
003:141,34['  ]| He bowed his head upon$4$ his hands, bidding his heart be
003:141,35['  ]| meek and humble that$3$ he might be like$4$ those who$6#1$ knelt beside
003:141,36['  ]| him and his prayer as acceptable as theirs. He prayed beside
003:142,01['  ]| them but it was hard. His soul was foul with sin and he dared
003:142,02['  ]| not ask forgiveness with the simple trust of those whom Jesus,
003:142,03['  ]| in$4$ the mysterious ways of God, had called first to$4$ His side, the
003:142,04['  ]| carpenters, the fishermen, poor and simple people  following a
003:142,05['  ]| lowly trade, handling and shaping the wood of trees, mending
003:142,06['  ]| their nets with patience.
003:142,07['  ]| A tall figure came down the aisle and the penitents stirred:
003:142,08['  ]| and at the last moment, glancing up$5$ swiftly, he saw a long grey
003:142,09['  ]| beard and the brown habit of a capuchin. The priest entered
003:142,10['  ]| the box and was hidden. Two penitents rose and entered the
003:142,11['  ]| confessional at either side. The wooden slide was drawn back
003:142,12['  ]| and the faint murmur of a voice troubled the silence.
003:142,13['  ]| His blood began to$9$ murmur in$4$ his veins, murmuring like$4$ a
003:142,14['  ]| sinful city summoned from its sleep to$9$ hear its doom. Little
003:142,15['  ]| flakes of fire fell and powdery ashes fell softly, alighting on$4$ the
003:142,16['  ]| houses of men. They stirred, waking from sleep, troubled by$4$
003:142,17['  ]| the heated air.
003:142,18['  ]| The slide was shot back. The penitent emerged from the
003:142,19['  ]| side of the box. The farther slide was drawn. A woman entered
003:142,20['  ]| quietly and deftly where the first penitent had knelt. The
003:142,21['  ]| faint murmur began again.
003:142,22['  ]| He could still leave the chapel. He could stand up$5$, put one
003:142,23['  ]| foot before the other and walk out softly and then run, run,
003:142,24['  ]| run swiftly through the dark streets. He could still escape from
003:142,25['  ]| the shame. Had it been any terrible crime but that$6#2$ one sin! Had
003:142,26['  ]| it been murder! Little fiery flakes fell and touched him at all
003:142,27['  ]| points, shameful thoughts, shameful words, shameful acts.
003:142,28['  ]| Shame covered him wholly like$4$ fine glowing ashes falling
003:142,29['  ]| continually. To$9$ say it in$4$ words! His soul, stifling and helpless,
003:142,30['  ]| would cease to$9$ be.
003:142,31['  ]| The slide was shot back. A penitent emerged from the
003:142,32['  ]| farther side of the box. The near slide was drawn. A penitent
003:142,33['  ]| entered where the other penitent had come out. A soft whispering
003:142,34['  ]| noise floated in$4$ vaporous cloudlets out of the box. It
003:142,35['  ]| was the woman: soft whispering cloudlets, soft whispering
003:142,36['  ]| vapour, whispering and vanishing.
003:143,01['  ]| He beat his breast with his fist humbly, secretly under cover
003:143,02['  ]| of the wooden armrest. He would be at one with others and
003:143,03['  ]| with God. He would love his neighbour. He would love God
003:143,04['  ]| who$6#1$ had made and loved him. He would kneel and pray with
003:143,05['  ]| others and be happy. God would look down on$4$ him and on$4$
003:143,06['  ]| them and would love them all.
003:143,07['  ]| It was easy to$9$ be good. God's yoke was sweet and light. It
003:143,08['  ]| was better never to$9$ have sinned, to$9$ have remained always a
003:143,09['  ]| child, for$3$ God loved little children and suffered them to$9$ come
003:143,10['  ]| to$4$ Him. It was a terrible and a sad thing to$9$ sin. But God was
003:143,11['  ]| merciful to$4$ poor sinners who$6#1$ were truly sorry. How true that$6#2$
003:143,12['  ]| was! That$6#2$ was indeed goodness.
003:143,13['  ]| The slide was shot to$5$ suddenly. The penitent came out. He
003:143,14['  ]| was next. He stood up$5$ in$4$ terror and walked blindly into the
003:143,15['  ]| box.
003:143,16['  ]| At last it had come. He knelt in$4$ the silent gloom and raised
003:143,17['  ]| his eyes to$4$ the white crucifix suspended above him. God
003:143,18['  ]| could see that$3$ he was sorry. He would tell all his sins. His
003:143,19['  ]| confession would be long, long. Everybody in$4$ the chapel
003:143,20['  ]| would know then what a sinner he had been. Let them know.
003:143,21['  ]| It was true. But God had promised to$9$ forgive him if he was
003:143,22['  ]| sorry. He was sorry. He clasped his hands and raised them
003:143,23['  ]| towards the white form, praying with his darkened eyes,
003:143,24['  ]| praying with all his trembling body, swaying his head to$8$ and
003:143,25['  ]| fro like$4$ a lost creature, praying with whimpering lips.
003:143,26@b   | ~ Sorry! Sorry! O sorry!
003:143,27['  ]| The slide clicked back and his heart bounded in$4$ his breast.
003:143,28['  ]| The face of an old priest was at the grating, averted from him,
003:143,29['  ]| leaning upon$4$ a hand. He made the sign of the cross and
003:143,30['  ]| prayed of the priest to$9$ bless him for$3$ he had sinned. Then,
003:143,31['  ]| bowing his head, he repeated the \Confiteor\ in$4$ fright. At the
003:143,32['  ]| words \my\ \most\ \grievous\ \fault\ he ceased, breathless.
003:143,33[ZK ]| ~~ How long is it since your last confession, my child?
003:143,34[B  ]| ~~ A long time, father.
003:143,35[ZK ]| ~~ A month, my child?
003:143,36[B  ]| ~~ Longer, father.
003:144,01[ZK ]| ~~ Three months, my child?
003:144,02[B  ]| ~~ Longer, father.
003:144,03[ZK ]| ~~ Six months?
003:144,04[B  ]| ~~ Eight months, father.
003:144,05['  ]| He had begun. The priest asked:
003:144,06[ZK ]| ~~ And what do you remember since that$6#2$ time?
003:144,07['  ]| He began to$9$ confess his sins: masses missed,  prayers not
003:144,08['  ]| said, lies.
003:144,09[ZK ]| ~~ Anything else, my child?
003:144,10['  ]| Sins of anger, envy of  others, gluttony, vanity, disobedience.
003:144,11[ZK ]| ~~ Anything else, my child?
003:144,12[B  ]| ~~ Sloth.
003:144,13[ZK ]| ~~ Anything else, my child?
003:144,14['  ]| There was no$2$ help. He murmured:
003:144,15[B  ]| ~~ I ~~~ committed sins of impurity, father.
003:144,16['  ]| The priest did not turn his head.
003:144,17[ZK ]| ~~ With yourself, my child?
003:144,18[B  ]| ~~ And ~~~ with others.
003:144,19[ZK ]| ~~ With women, my child?
003:144,20[B  ]| ~~ Yes, father.
003:144,21[ZK ]| ~~ Were  they married women, my child?
003:144,22['  ]| He did not know. His sins trickled from his lips, one by$4$ one,
003:144,23['  ]| trickled in$4$ shameful drops from his soul festering and oozing
003:144,24['  ]| like$4$ a sore, a squalid stream of vice. The last sins oozed
003:144,25['  ]| forth, sluggish, filthy. There was no$2$ more to$9$ tell. He bowed his
003:144,26['  ]| head, overcome.
003:144,27['  ]| The priest was silent. Then he asked:
003:144,28[ZK ]| ~~ How old are you, my child?
003:144,29[B  ]| ~~ Sixteen, father.
003:144,30['  ]| The priest passed his hand several times over his face.
003:144,31['  ]| Then, resting his forehead against his hand, he leaned towards
003:144,32['  ]| the grating and, with eyes still averted, spoke slowly. His voice
003:144,33['  ]| was weary and old.
003:144,34[ZK ]| ~~ You are very young, my child, 
003:144,34['  ]| he said, 
003:144,34[ZK ]| and let me implore
003:144,35[ZK ]| of you to$9$ give up$5$ that$6#2$ sin. It is a terrible sin. It kills the
003:145,01[ZK ]| body and it kills the soul. It is the cause of many crimes and
003:145,02[ZK ]| misfortunes. Give it up$5$, my child, for$4$ God's sake. It is
003:145,03[ZK ]| dishonourable and unmanly. You cannot know where that$6#2$ wretched
003:145,04[ZK ]| habit will$1$ lead you or where it will$1$ come against you. As long
003:145,05[ZK ]| as you commit that$6#2$ sin, my poor child, you will$1$ never be worth
003:145,06[ZK ]| one farthing to$4$ God. Pray to$4$ our mother Mary to$9$ help you.
003:145,07[ZK ]| She will$1$ help you, my child. Pray to$4$ Our Blessed Lady when
003:145,08[ZK ]| that$6#2$ sin comes into  your mind. I am sure you will$1$ do that$6#2$, will$1$
003:145,09[ZK ]| you not? You repent of all those sins. I am sure you do. And
003:145,10[ZK ]| you will$1$ promise God now that$3$ by$4$ His holy grace you will$1$
003:145,11[ZK ]| never offend Him any more by$4$ that$6#2$ wicked sin. You will$1$ make
003:145,12[ZK ]| that$6#2$ solemn promise to$4$ God, will$1$ you not?
003:145,13[B  ]| ~~ Yes, father.
003:145,14['  ]| The old and weary voice fell like$4$ sweet rain upon$4$ his quaking
003:145,15['  ]| parching heart. How sweet and sad!
003:145,16[ZK ]| ~~ Do so$5#2$, my poor child. The devil has  led you astray. Drive
003:145,17[ZK ]| him back to$4$ hell when he tempts you to$9$ dishonour your body
003:145,18[ZK ]| in$4$ that$6#2$ way ~~  the foul spirit who$6#1$ hates Our Lord. Promise God
003:145,19[ZK ]| now that$3$ you will$1$ give up$5$ that$6#2$ sin, that$6#2$ wretched wretched sin.
003:145,20['  ]| Blinded by$4$ his tears and by$4$ the light of God's mercifulness
003:145,21['  ]| he bent his head and heard the grave words of absolution
003:145,22['  ]| spoken and saw the priest's hand raised above him in$4$ token
003:145,23['  ]| of forgiveness.
003:145,24[ZK ]| ~~ God bless you, my child. Pray for$4$ me.
003:145,25['  ]| He knelt to$9$ say his penance, praying in$4$ a corner of the dark
003:145,26['  ]| nave: and his prayers ascended to$4$ heaven from his purified
003:145,27['  ]| heart like$4$ perfume streaming upwards from a heart of white
003:145,28['  ]| rose.
003:145,29['  ]| The  muddy streets were gay. He strode homeward, conscious
003:145,30['  ]| of an  invisible grace pervading and making light his
003:145,31['  ]| limbs. In$4$ spite of all he had done it. He had confessed and
003:145,32['  ]| God had pardoned him. His soul was made fair and holy once
003:145,33['  ]| more, holy and happy.
003:145,34['  ]| It would be beautiful to$9$ die if God so$5#2$ willed. It was beautiful
003:145,35['  ]| to$9$ live if God so$5#2$ willed, to$9$ live in$4$ grace a life of peace and
003:145,36['  ]| virtue and forbearance with others.
003:146,01['  ]| He sat by$4$ the fire in$4$ the kitchen, not daring to$9$ speak for$4$
003:146,02['  ]| happiness. Till that$6#2$ moment he had not known how beautiful
003:146,03['  ]| and peaceful life could be. The green square of paper pinned
003:146,04['  ]| round the lamp cast down a tender shade. On$4$ the dresser was
003:146,05['  ]| a plate of sausages and white pudding and on$4$ the shelf there
003:146,06['  ]| were eggs. They would be for$4$ the breakfast in$4$ the morning
003:146,07['  ]| after the communion in$4$ the college chapel. White pudding and
003:146,08['  ]| eggs and sausages and cups of tea. How simple and beautiful
003:146,09['  ]| was life after all! And life lay all before him.
003:146,10['  ]| In$4$ a dream he fell asleep. In$4$ a dream he rose and saw that$3$ it
003:146,11['  ]| was morning. In$4$ a waking dream he went through the quiet
003:146,12['  ]| morning  towards the college.
003:146,13['  ]| The boys were all there, kneeling in$4$ their places. He knelt
003:146,14['  ]| among them, happy and shy. The altar was heaped with
003:146,15['  ]| fragrant masses of white flowers: and in$4$ the morning light the
003:146,16['  ]| pale flames of the candles among the white flowers were clear
003:146,17['  ]| and silent as his own soul.
003:146,18['  ]| He knelt before the altar with his classmates, holding the
003:146,19['  ]| altar cloth with them over a living rail of hands. His hands
003:146,20['  ]| were trembling, and his soul trembled as he heard the priest
003:146,21['  ]| pass with the ciborium from communicant to$4$ communicant.
003:146,22[Z  ]| ~~ \7Corpus\ \7Domini\ \7nostri\.
003:146,23['  ]| Could it be? He knelt there sinless and timid: and he would
003:146,24['  ]| hold upon$4$ his tongue the host and God would enter his
003:146,25['  ]| purified body.
003:146,26[Z  ]| ~~ \7In\ \7vitam\ \7eternam\ \Amen\.
003:146,27['  ]| Another life! A life of grace and virtue and happiness! It
003:146,28['  ]| was true. It was not a dream from which$6#1$ he would wake.  The
003:146,29['  ]| past was past.
003:146,30[Z  ]| ~~ \7Corpus\ \7Domini\ \7nostri\.
003:146,31['  ]| The ciborium had come to$4$ him.
004:147,00@@@@@|
004:147,01[U  ]| <IV>
004:147,02['  ]| Sunday was dedicated to$4$ the mystery of the Holy*Trinity, 
004:147,03['  ]| Monday to$4$ the Holy*Ghost, Tuesday to$4$ the
004:147,04['  ]| Guardian*Angels, Wednesday to$4$ Saint*Joseph, Thursday to$4$
004:147,05['  ]| the Most*Blessed*Sacrament*of*the*Altar, Friday to$4$ the
004:147,06['  ]| Suffering*Jesus, Saturday to$4$ the Blessed*Virgin*Mary.
004:147,07['  ]| Every morning he hallowed himself anew in$4$ the presence of
004:147,08['  ]| some holy image or mystery. His day began with an heroic
004:147,09['  ]| offering of its every moment of thought or action for$4$ the
004:147,10['  ]| intentions of the sovereign pontiff and with an early mass. The
004:147,11['  ]| raw morning air whetted his resolute piety; and often as he
004:147,12['  ]| knelt among the few worshippers at the sidealtar, following
004:147,13['  ]| with his interleaved prayerbook the murmur of the priest, he
004:147,14['  ]| glanced up$5$ for$4$ an instant towards the vested figure standing in$4$
004:147,15['  ]| the gloom between the two candles which$6#1$ were the old and the
004:147,16['  ]| new testaments and imagined that$3$ he was kneeling at mass in$4$
004:147,17['  ]| the catacombs.
004:147,18['  ]| His daily life was laid out in$4$ devotional areas. By$4$ means of
004:147,19['  ]| ejaculations and prayers he stored up$5$ ungrudgingly for$4$ the
004:147,20['  ]| souls in$4$ purgatory centuries of days and quarantines and
004:147,21['  ]| years; yet the spiritual triumph which$6#1$ he felt in$4$ achieving with
004:147,22['  ]| ease so$5#1$ many fabulous ages of canonical penances did not
004:147,23['  ]| wholly reward his zeal of prayer since he could never know
004:147,24['  ]| how much temporal punishment he had remitted by$4$ way of
004:147,25['  ]| suffrage for$4$ the agonising souls: and, fearful lest in$4$ the midst
004:147,26['  ]| of the purgatorial fire, which$6#1$ differed from the infernal only in$4$
004:147,27['  ]| that$3$ it was not everlasting, his penance might avail no$2$ more
004:147,28['  ]| than a drop of moisture, he drove his soul daily through an
004:147,29['  ]| increasing circle of works of supererogation.
004:148,01['  ]| Every part of his day, divided by$4$ what he regarded now as
004:148,02['  ]| the duties of his station in$4$ life, circled about its own centre of
004:148,03['  ]| spiritual energy. His life seemed to$9$ have drawn near to$4$ eternity;
004:148,04['  ]| every thought, word and deed, every instance of consciousness
004:148,05['  ]| could be made to$9$ revibrate radiantly in$4$ heaven:
004:148,06['  ]| and at times his sense of such immediate repercussion was so$5#1$
004:148,07['  ]| lively that$3$ he seemed to$9$ feel his soul in$4$ devotion pressing like$4$
004:148,08['  ]| fingers the keyboard of a great cash register and to$9$ see the
004:148,09['  ]| amount of his purchase start forth immediately in$4$ heaven, not
004:148,10['  ]| as a number but as a frail column of incense or as a slender
004:148,11['  ]| flower.
004:148,12['  ]| The rosaries too which$6#1$ he said constantly ~ for$3$ he carried
004:148,13['  ]| his beads loose in$4$ his trousers' pockets that$3$ he might tell them
004:148,14['  ]| as he walked the streets ~ transformed themselves into coronals
004:148,15['  ]| of flowers of such vague unearthly texture that$3$ they
004:148,16['  ]| seemed to$4$ him as hueless and odourless as they were nameless.
004:148,17['  ]| He offered up$5$ each of his three daily chaplets that$3$ his
004:148,18['  ]| soul might grow strong in$4$ each of the three theological virtues,
004:148,19['  ]| in$4$ faith in$4$ the Father, Who$6#1$ had created him, in$4$ hope in$4$ the
004:148,20['  ]| Son Who$6#1$ had redeemed him, and in$4$ love of the Holy*Ghost
004:148,21['  ]| Who$6#1$ had sanctified him, and this thrice triple prayer he offered
004:148,22['  ]| to$4$ the Three persons through Mary in$4$ the name of her
004:148,23['  ]| joyful and sorrowful and glorious  mysteries.
004:148,24['  ]| On$4$ each of the seven days of the week he further prayed
004:148,25['  ]| that$3$ one of the seven gifts of the Holy*Ghost might descend
004:148,26['  ]| upon$4$ his soul and drive out of it day by$4$ day the seven deadly
004:148,27['  ]| sins which$6#1$ had defiled it in$4$ the past; and he prayed for$4$ each
004:148,28['  ]| gift on$4$ its appointed day, confident that$3$ it would descend upon$4$
004:148,29['  ]| him, though it seemed strange to$4$ him at times that$3$ wisdom
004:148,30['  ]| and understanding and knowledge were so$5#1$ distinct in$4$ their
004:148,31['  ]| nature that$3$ each should be prayed for$5$ apart from the others.
004:148,32['  ]| Yet he believed that$3$ at some future stage of his spiritual
004:148,33['  ]| progress this difficulty would be removed when his sinful soul
004:148,34['  ]| had been raised up$5$ from its weakness and enlightened by$4$ the
004:148,35['  ]| Third Person of the Most Blessed Trinity. He believed this all
004:148,36['  ]| the more, and with trepidation, because of the divine gloom
004:149,01['  ]| and silence wherein dwelt the unseen Paraclete, Whose symbols
004:149,02['  ]| were a dove and a mighty wind, to$9$ sin against Whom was
004:149,03['  ]| a sin beyond forgiveness, the eternal, mysterious secret Being
004:149,04['  ]| to$4$ Whom, as God, the priests offered up$5$ mass once a year,
004:149,05['  ]| robed in$4$ the scarlet of the tongues of fire.
004:149,06['  ]| The imagery through which$6#1$ the nature and kinship of the
004:149,07['  ]| Three Persons of the Trinity were darkly shadowed forth in$4$
004:149,08['  ]| the books of devotion which$6#1$ he read ~ the Father contemplating
004:149,09['  ]| from all eternity as in$4$ a mirror His Divine Perfections and
004:149,10['  ]| thereby begetting eternally the Eternal Son and the Holy Spirit
004:149,11['  ]| proceeding out of Father and Son from all eternity ~ were
004:149,12['  ]| easier of acceptance by$4$ his mind by$4$ reason of their august
004:149,13['  ]| incomprehensibility than was the simple fact that$3$ God had
004:149,14['  ]| loved his soul from all eternity, for$4$ ages before he had been
004:149,15['  ]| born into the world, for$4$ ages before the world itself had existed.
004:149,16['  ]| He had heard the names of the passions of love and hate
004:149,17['  ]| pronounced solemnly on$4$ the stage and in$4$ the pulpit, had found
004:149,18['  ]| them set forth solemnly in$4$ books, and had wondered why his
004:149,19['  ]| soul was unable to$9$ harbour them for$4$ any time or to$9$ force his
004:149,20['  ]| lips to$9$ utter their names with conviction. A brief anger had
004:149,21['  ]| often invested him but he had never been able to$9$ make it an
004:149,22['  ]| abiding passion and had always felt himself passing out of it as
004:149,23['  ]| if his very body were being divested with ease of some outer
004:149,24['  ]| skin or peel. He had felt a subtle, dark and murmurous presence
004:149,25['  ]| penetrate his being and fire him with a brief iniquitous
004:149,26['  ]| lust: it too had slipped beyond his grasp leaving his mind lucid
004:149,27['  ]| and indifferent. This, it seemed, was the only love and that$3$ the
004:149,28['  ]| only hate his soul would harbour.
004:149,29['  ]| But he could no$2$ longer disbelieve in$4$ the reality of love since
004:149,30['  ]| God Himself had loved his individual  soul with divine love
004:149,31['  ]| from all eternity. Gradually, as his soul was enriched with
004:149,32['  ]| spiritual knowledge, he saw the whole world forming one vast
004:149,33['  ]| symmetrical expression of God's power and love. Life became
004:149,34['  ]| a divine gift for$4$ every moment and sensation of which$6#1$, were it
004:149,35['  ]| even the sight of a single leaf hanging on$4$ the twig of a tree, his
004:150,01['  ]| soul should praise and thank the Giver. The world for$4$ all its
004:150,02['  ]| solid substance and complexity no$2$ longer existed for$4$ his soul
004:150,03['  ]| save as a theorem of divine power and love and universality.
004:150,04['  ]| So$5#1$ entire and unquestionable was this sense of the divine
004:150,05['  ]| meaning in$4$ all nature granted to$4$ his soul that$3$ he could scarcely
004:150,06['  ]| understand why it was in$4$ any way necessary that$3$ he should
004:150,07['  ]| continue to$9$ live. Yet that$6#2$ was part of the divine purpose and
004:150,08['  ]| he dared not question its use, he above all others who$6#1$ had
004:150,09['  ]| sinned so$5#1$ deeply and so$5#1$ foully against the divine purpose.
004:150,10['  ]| Meek and abased by$4$ this consciousness of the one eternal
004:150,11['  ]| omnipresent perfect reality his soul took up$5$ again her burden
004:150,12['  ]| of pieties, masses and prayers and sacraments and mortifications,
004:150,13['  ]| and only then for$4$ the first time since he had
004:150,14['  ]| brooded on$4$ the great mystery of love did he feel within him a
004:150,15['  ]| warm movement like$4$ that$6#2$ of some newly born life or virtue of
004:150,16['  ]| the soul itself. The attitude of rapture in$4$ sacred art, the raised
004:150,17['  ]| and parted hands, the parted lips and eyes as of one about to$9$
004:150,18['  ]| swoon, became for$4$ him an image of the soul in$4$ prayer, humiliated
004:150,19['  ]| and faint before her Creator.
004:150,20['  ]| But he had been forewarned of the dangers of spiritual
004:150,21['  ]| exaltation and did not allow himself to$9$ desist from even the
004:150,22['  ]| least or lowliest devotion,  striving also by$4$ constant mortification
004:150,23['  ]| to$9$ undo the sinful past rather than to$9$ achieve a
004:150,24['  ]| saintliness fraught with peril. Each of his senses was brought
004:150,25['  ]| under a rigorous discipline. In$4$ order to$9$ mortify the sense of
004:150,26['  ]| sight he made it his rule to$9$ walk in$4$ the street with downcast
004:150,27['  ]| eyes, glancing neither to$4$ right nor left and never behind him.
004:150,28['  ]| His eyes shunned every encounter with the eyes of women.
004:150,29['  ]| From time to$4$ time also he balked them by$4$ a sudden effort of
004:150,30['  ]| the will$0$, as by$4$ lifting them suddenly in$4$ the middle of an
004:150,31['  ]| unfinished sentence and closing the book. To$9$ mortify his
004:150,32['  ]| hearing he exerted no$2$ control over his voice which$6#1$ was then
004:150,33['  ]| breaking, neither sang nor whistled and made no$2$ attempt to$9$
004:150,34['  ]| flee from noises which$6#1$ caused him painful nervous irritation
004:150,35['  ]| such as the sharpening of knives on$4$ the knifeboard, the
004:150,36['  ]| gathering of cinders on$4$ the fireshovel and the twigging of the
004:151,01['  ]| carpet. To$9$ mortify his smell was more difficult as he found in$4$
004:151,02['  ]| himself no$2$ instinctive repugnance to$4$ bad odours, whether they
004:151,03['  ]| were the odours of the outdoor world such as those of dung
004:151,04['  ]| and tar or the odours of his own person among which$6#1$ he had
004:151,05['  ]| made many curious comparisons and experiments. He found
004:151,06['  ]| in$4$ the end that$3$ the only odour against which$6#1$ his sense of smell
004:151,07['  ]| revolted was a certain stale fishy stink like$4$ that$6#2$ of longstanding
004:151,08['  ]| urine: and whenever it was possible he subjected himself to$4$
004:151,09['  ]| this unpleasant odour. To$9$ mortify the taste he practised strict
004:151,10['  ]| habits at table, observed to$4$ the letter all the fasts of the church
004:151,11['  ]| and sought by$4$ distraction to$9$ divert his mind from the savours
004:151,12['  ]| of different foods. But it was to$4$ the mortification of touch that$6#1$
004:151,13['  ]| he brought the most assiduous ingenuity of inventiveness. He
004:151,14['  ]| never consciously changed his position in$4$ bed, sat in$4$ the most
004:151,15['  ]| uncomfortable positions, suffered patiently every itch and
004:151,16['  ]| pain, kept away from the fire, remained on$4$ his knees all
004:151,17['  ]| through the mass except at the gospels, left parts of his neck
004:151,18['  ]| and face undried so$3$ that$3$ air might sting them and, whenever
004:151,19['  ]| he was not saying his beads, carried his arms stiffly at his
004:151,20['  ]| sides like$4$ a runner and never in$4$ his pockets or clasped behind
004:151,21['  ]| him.
004:151,22['  ]| He had no$2$ temptations to$9$ sin mortally. It surprised him
004:151,23['  ]| however to$9$ find that$3$ at the end of his course of intricate piety
004:151,24['  ]| and selfrestraint he was so$5#1$ easily at the mercy of childish and
004:151,25['  ]| unworthy imperfections. His prayers and fasts availed him
004:151,26['  ]| little for$4$ the suppression of anger at hearing his mother sneeze
004:151,27['  ]| or at being disturbed in$4$ his devotions. It needed an immense
004:151,28['  ]| effort of his will$0$ to$9$ master the impulse which$6#1$ urged him to$9$ give
004:151,29['  ]| outlet to$4$ such irritation. Images of the outbursts of trivial
004:151,30['  ]| anger which$6#1$ he had often noted among his masters, their
004:151,31['  ]| twitching mouths, closeshut lips and flushed cheeks, recurred
004:151,32['  ]| to$4$ his memory, discouraging him, for$4$ all his practice of humility,
004:151,33['  ]| by$4$ the comparison. To$9$ merge his life in$4$ the common tide
004:151,34['  ]| of other lives was harder for$4$ him than any fasting or prayer,
004:151,35['  ]| and it was his constant failure to$9$ do this to$4$ his own satisfaction
004:151,36['  ]| which$6#1$ caused in$4$ his soul at last a sensation of spiritual dryness
004:152,01['  ]| together with a growth of doubts and  scruples. His soul traversed
004:152,02['  ]| a period of desolation in$4$ which$6#1$ the sacraments themselves
004:152,03['  ]| seemed to$9$ have turned into dried up$5$ sources. His
004:152,04['  ]| confession became a channel for$4$ the escape of scrupulous and
004:152,05['  ]| unrepented imperfections. His actual reception of the eucharist
004:152,06['  ]| did not bring him the same dissolving moments of
004:152,07['  ]| virginal selfsurrender as did those spiritual communions made
004:152,08['  ]| by$4$ him sometimes at the close of some visit to$4$ the Blessed
004:152,09['  ]| Sacrament. The book which$6#1$ he used for$4$ these visits was an old
004:152,10['  ]| neglected book written by$4$ saint*Alphonsus*Liguori, with
004:152,11['  ]| fading characters and sere foxpapered leaves. A faded world
004:152,12['  ]| of fervent love and virginal responses seemed to$9$ be evoked for$4$
004:152,13['  ]| his soul by$4$ the reading of its pages in$4$ which$6#1$ the imagery of the
004:152,14['  ]| canticles was interwoven with the communicant's prayers. An
004:152,15['  ]| inaudible voice seemed to$9$ caress the soul, telling her names
004:152,16['  ]| and glories, bidding her arise as for$4$ espousal and come away,
004:152,17['  ]| bidding her look forth, a spouse, from Amana and from the
004:152,18['  ]| mountains of the leopards; and the soul seemed to$9$ answer
004:152,19['  ]| with the same inaudible voice, surrendering herself: \7Inter\
004:152,20['  ]| \7ubera\ \7mea\ \7commorabitur\.
004:152,21['  ]| This idea of surrender had a perilous attraction for$4$ his mind
004:152,22['  ]| now that$3$ he felt his soul beset once again by$4$ the insistent
004:152,23['  ]| voices of the flesh which$6#1$ began to$9$ murmur to$4$ him again during
004:152,24['  ]| his prayers and meditations. It gave him an intense sense of
004:152,25['  ]| power to$9$ know that$3$ he  could by$4$ a single act of consent, in$4$ a
004:152,26['  ]| moment of thought, undo all that$6#1$ he had done. He seemed to$9$
004:152,27['  ]| feel a flood slowly advancing towards his naked feet and to$9$ be
004:152,28['  ]| waiting for$4$ the first faint timid noiseless wavelet to$9$ touch his
004:152,29['  ]| fevered skin. Then, almost at the instant of that$6#2$ touch, almost
004:152,30['  ]| at the verge of sinful consent, he found himself standing far
004:152,31['  ]| away from the flood upon$4$ a dry shore, saved by$4$ a sudden act
004:152,32['  ]| of the will$0$ or a sudden ejaculation: and, seeing the silver line
004:152,33['  ]| of the flood far away and beginning again its slow advance
004:152,34['  ]| towards his feet, a new thrill of power and satisfaction shook
004:152,35['  ]| his soul to$9$ know that$3$ he had not yielded nor undone all.
004:152,36['  ]| When he had eluded the flood of temptation many times in$4$
004:153,01['  ]| this way he grew troubled and wondered whether the grace
004:153,02['  ]| which$6#1$ he had refused to$9$ lose was not being filched from him
004:153,03['  ]| little by$4$ little. The clear certitude of his own immunity grew
004:153,04['  ]| dim and to$4$ it succeeded a vague fear that$3$ his soul had really
004:153,05['  ]| fallen unawares. It was with difficulty that$3$ he won back his old
004:153,06['  ]| consciousness of his state of grace by$4$ telling himself that$3$ he
004:153,07['  ]| had prayed to$4$ God at every temptation and that$3$ the grace
004:153,08['  ]| which$6#1$ he had prayed for$4$ must have been given to$4$ him inasmuch
004:153,09['  ]| as God was obliged to$9$ give it. The very frequency and
004:153,10['  ]| violence of temptations showed him at last the truth of what
004:153,11['  ]| he had heard about the trials of the saints. Frequent and
004:153,12['  ]| violent temptations were a proof that$3$ the citadel of the soul
004:153,13['  ]| had not fallen and that$3$ the devil raged to$9$ make it fall.
004:153,14['  ]| Often when he had confessed his doubts and scruples, some
004:153,15['  ]| momentary inattention at prayer, a movement of trivial anger
004:153,16['  ]| in$4$ his soul or a subtle wilfulness in$4$ speech or act, he was
004:153,17['  ]| bidden by$4$ his confessor to$9$ name some sin of his past life
004:153,18['  ]| before absolution was given him. He named it with humility
004:153,19['  ]| and shame and repented of it once more. It humiliated and
004:153,20['  ]| shamed him to$9$ think that$3$ he would never be freed from it
004:153,21['  ]| wholly, however holily he might live or whatever virtues or
004:153,22['  ]| perfections he might attain. A restless feeling of guilt would
004:153,23['  ]| always be present with him: he would confess and repent and
004:153,24['  ]| be absolved, confess and repent again and be absolved again,
004:153,25['  ]| fruitlessly. Perhaps that$6#2$ first hasty confession wrung from him
004:153,26['  ]| by$4$ the fear of hell had not been good? Perhaps, concerned
004:153,27['  ]| only for$4$ his imminent doom, he had not had sincere sorrow
004:153,28['  ]| for$4$ his sin? But the surest sign that$3$ his confession had been
004:153,29['  ]| good and that$3$ he had had sincere sorrow for$4$ his sin was, he
004:153,30['  ]| knew, the amendment of his life.
004:153,31@b   | ~I have amended  my life, have I not? 
004:153,31['  ]| he asked himself.
004:153,32['  ]| 
004:153,33['  ]| The director stood in$4$ the embrasure of the window, his
004:153,34['  ]| back to$4$ the light, leaning an elbow on$4$ the brown crossblind
004:153,35['  ]| and, as he spoke and smiled, slowly dangling and looping the
004:154,01['  ]| cord of the other blind. Stephen stood before him, following
004:154,02['  ]| for$4$ a moment with his eyes the waning of the long summer
004:154,03['  ]| daylight above the roofs or the slow deft movements of the
004:154,04['  ]| priestly fingers. The priest's face was in$4$ total shadow but the
004:154,05['  ]| waning daylight from behind him touched the deeply grooved
004:154,06['  ]| temples and the curves of the skull. Stephen followed also
004:154,07['  ]| with his ears the accents and intervals of the priest's voice as
004:154,08['  ]| he spoke gravely and cordially of indifferent themes, the
004:154,09['  ]| vacation which$6#1$ had just ended, the colleges of the order
004:154,10['  ]| abroad, the transference of masters. The grave and cordial
004:154,11['  ]| voice went on$5$ easily with its tale, and in$4$ the pauses Stephen
004:154,12['  ]| felt bound to$9$ set it on$5$ again with respectful questions. He knew
004:154,13['  ]| that$3$ the tale was a prelude and his mind waited for$4$ the sequel.
004:154,14['  ]| Ever since the message of summons had come for$4$ him from
004:154,15['  ]| the director his mind had struggled to$9$ find the meaning of the
004:154,16['  ]| message; and during the long restless time he had sat in$4$ the
004:154,17['  ]| college parlour waiting for$4$ the director to$9$ come in$4$ his eyes had
004:154,18['  ]| wandered from one sober picture to$4$ another around the walls
004:154,19['  ]| and his mind wandered from one guess to$4$ another until the
004:154,20['  ]| meaning of the summons had almost become clear. Then, just
004:154,21['  ]| as he was wishing that$3$ some unforeseen cause might prevent
004:154,22['  ]| the director from coming, he had heard the handle of the door
004:154,23['  ]| turning and the swish of a soutane.
004:154,24['  ]| The director had begun to$9$ speak of the dominican and
004:154,25['  ]| franciscan orders and of the friendship between saint*Thomas
004:154,26['  ]| and saint*Bonaventure. The capuchin dress, he thought, was
004:154,27['  ]| rather too  ~~~
004:154,28['  ]| Stephen's face gave back the priest's indulgent smile and, not
004:154,29['  ]| being anxious to$9$ give an opinion, he made a slight dubitative
004:154,30['  ]| movement with his lips.
004:154,31[ZJ ]| ~ I believe, 
004:154,31['  ]| continued the director,
004:154,31[ZJ ]| that$3$ there is some talk
004:154,32[ZJ ]| now among the capuchins themselves of doing away with it
004:154,33[ZJ ]| and following the example of the other franciscans.
004:154,34[B  ]| ~ I suppose they would retain it in$4$ the cloister, 
004:154,34['  ]| said Stephen.
004:154,35[ZJ ]| ~ O, certainly, 
004:154,35['  ]| said the director. 
004:154,35[ZJ ]| For$4$ the cloister it is all
004:155,01[ZJ ]| right but for$4$ the street I really think it would be better to$9$ do
004:155,02[ZJ ]| away with, do not you?
004:155,03[B  ]| ~ It must be troublesome, I imagine?
004:155,04[ZJ ]| ~ Of course it is, of course. Just imagine when I was in$4$
004:155,05[ZJ ]| Belgium I used to$9$ see them out cycling in$4$ all kinds of weather
004:155,06[ZJ ]| with this thing up$5$ about their knees! It was really ridiculous.
004:155,07[ZJ ]| \9Les\ \9jupes\, they call them in$4$ Belgium.
004:155,08['  ]| The vowel was so$5#1$ modified as to$9$ be indistinct.
004:155,09[B  ]| ~ What do they call them?
004:155,10[ZJ ]| ~ \9Les\ \9jupes\.
004:155,11[B  ]| ~ O.
004:155,12['  ]| Stephen smiled again in$4$ answer to$4$ the smile which$6#1$ he could
004:155,13['  ]| not see on$4$ the priest's shadowed face, its image or spectre only
004:155,14['  ]| passing rapidly across his mind as the low discreet accent fell
004:155,15['  ]| upon$4$ his ear. He gazed calmly before him at the waning sky,
004:155,16['  ]| glad of the cool of the evening and the faint yellow glow which$6#1$
004:155,17['  ]| hid the tiny flame kindling upon$4$ his cheek.
004:155,18['  ]| The names of articles of dress worn by$4$ women or of certain
004:155,19['  ]| soft and delicate stuffs used in$4$ their making brought always to$4$
004:155,20['  ]| his mind a delicate and sinful perfume. As a boy he had imagined
004:155,21['  ]| the reins by$4$ which$6#1$ horses are driven as slender silken
004:155,22['  ]| bands and it shocked him to$9$ feel at Stradbrook the greasy
004:155,23['  ]| leather of harness. It had shocked him too when he had felt
004:155,24['  ]| for$4$ the first time beneath his tremulous fingers the brittle
004:155,25['  ]| texture of a woman's stocking for$3$, retaining nothing of all he
004:155,26['  ]| read save that$6#2$ which$6#1$ seemed to$4$ him an echo or a prophecy of
004:155,27['  ]| his own state, it was only amid softworded phrases or within
004:155,28['  ]| rosesoft stuffs that$6#1$ he dared to$9$ conceive of the soul or body of
004:155,29['  ]| a woman moving with tender life.
004:155,30['  ]| But the phrase on$4$ the priest's lips was disingenuous for$3$ he
004:155,31['  ]| knew that$3$ a priest should not speak lightly on$4$ that$6#2$ theme. The
004:155,32['  ]| phrase had been spoken lightly with design and he felt that$3$ his
004:155,33['  ]| face was being searched by$4$ the eyes in$4$ the shadow. Whatever
004:155,34['  ]| he had heard or read of the craft of jesuits he had put aside
004:155,35['  ]| frankly as not borne out by$4$ his own experience. His masters,
004:155,36['  ]| even when they had not attracted him, had seemed to$4$ him
004:156,01['  ]| always intelligent and serious priests, athletic and highspirited
004:156,02['  ]| prefects. He thought of them as men who$6#1$ washed their bodies
004:156,03['  ]| briskly with cold water and wore clean cold linen. During all
004:156,04['  ]| the years he had lived among them in$4$ Clongowes and in$4$
004:156,05['  ]| Belvedere he had received only two pandies and, though these
004:156,06['  ]| had been dealt him in$4$ the wrong, he knew that$3$ he had often
004:156,07['  ]| escaped punishment. During all those years he had never
004:156,08['  ]| heard from any of his masters a flippant word: it was they
004:156,09['  ]| who$6#1$ had taught him christian doctrine and urged him to$9$ live a
004:156,10['  ]| good life and, when he had fallen into grievous sin, it was they
004:156,11['  ]| who$6#1$ had led him back to$4$ grace. Their presence had made him
004:156,12['  ]| diffident of himself when he was a muff in$4$ Clongowes and it
004:156,13['  ]| had made him diffident of himself also while he had held his
004:156,14['  ]| equivocal position in$4$ Belvedere. A constant sense of this had
004:156,15['  ]| remained with him up$5$ to$4$ the last year of his school life. He
004:156,16['  ]| had never once disobeyed or allowed turbulent companions to$9$
004:156,17['  ]| seduce him from his habit of quiet obedience: and, even when
004:156,18['  ]| he doubted some statement of a master, he had never presumed
004:156,19['  ]| to$9$ doubt openly. Lately some of their judgments had
004:156,20['  ]| sounded a little childish in$4$ his ears and had made him feel a
004:156,21['  ]| regret and pity as though he were slowly passing out of an
004:156,22['  ]| accustomed world and were hearing its language for$4$ the last
004:156,23['  ]| time. One day when some boys had gathered round a priest
004:156,24['  ]| under the shed near the chapel, he had heard the priest say:
004:156,25[Z  ]| ~ I believe that$3$ Lord*Macaulay was a man who$6#1$ probably
004:156,26[Z  ]| never committed a mortal sin in$4$ his life, that$6#2$ is to$9$ say, a
004:156,27[Z  ]| deliberate mortal sin.
004:156,28['  ]| Some of the boys had then asked the priest if Victor*Hugo
004:156,29['  ]| were not the greatest French writer. The priest had answered
004:156,30['  ]| that$3$ Victor*Hugo had never written half so$5#1$ well when he had
004:156,31['  ]| turned against the church as he had written when he was a
004:156,32['  ]| catholic.
004:156,33[V  ]| ~ But there are many eminent French critics, 
004:156,33['  ]| said the
004:156,34['  ]| priest, 
004:156,34[V  ]| who$6#1$ consider that$3$ even Victor*Hugo, great as he certainly
004:156,35[V  ]| was, had not so$5#1$ pure a French style as Louis*Veuillot.
004:156,36['  ]| The tiny flame which$6#1$ the priest's allusion had kindled upon$4$
004:157,01['  ]| Stephen's cheek had sunk down again and his eyes were still
004:157,02['  ]| fixed calmly on$4$ the colorless sky. But an unresting doubt flew
004:157,03['  ]| hither and thither before his mind. Masked memories passed
004:157,04['  ]| quickly before him: he recognised scenes and persons yet he
004:157,05['  ]| was conscious that$3$ he had failed to$9$ perceive some vital circumstance
004:157,06['  ]| in$4$ them. He saw himself walking about the grounds
004:157,07['  ]| watching the sports in$4$ Clongowes and eating slim jim out of
004:157,08['  ]| his cricketcap. Some jesuits were walking round the cycletrack
004:157,09['  ]| in$4$ the company of ladies. The echoes of certain expressions
004:157,10['  ]| used in$4$ Clongowes sounded in$4$ remote caves of his mind.
004:157,11['  ]| His ears were listening to$4$ these distant echoes amid the
004:157,12['  ]| silence of the parlour when he became aware that$3$ the priest
004:157,13['  ]| was addressing him in$4$ a different voice.
004:157,14[ZJ ]| ~ I sent for$4$ you today, Stephen, because I wished to$9$ speak
004:157,15[ZJ ]| to$4$ you on$4$ a very important subject.
004:157,16[B  ]| ~ Yes, sir.
004:157,17[ZJ ]| ~ Have you ever felt that$3$ you had a vocation?
004:157,18['  ]| Stephen parted his lips to$9$ answer yes and then withheld the
004:157,19['  ]| word suddenly. The priest waited for$4$ the answer and added:
004:157,20[ZJ ]| ~ I mean have you ever felt within yourself, in$4$ your soul, a
004:157,21[ZJ ]| desire to$9$ join the order. Think.
004:157,22[B  ]| ~ I have sometimes thought of it, 
004:157,22['  ]| said Stephen.
004:157,23['  ]| The priest let the blindcord fall to$4$ one side and, uniting his
004:157,24['  ]| hands, leaned his chin gravely upon$4$ them, communing with
004:157,25['  ]| himself.
004:157,26[ZJ ]| ~ In$4$ a college like$4$ this,
004:157,26['  ]| he said at length, 
004:157,26[ZJ ]| there is one boy or
004:157,27[ZJ ]| perhaps two or three boys whom God calls to$4$ the religious
004:157,28[ZJ ]| life. Such a boy is marked off from his companions by$4$ his
004:157,29[ZJ ]| piety, by$4$ the good example he shows to$4$ others. He is looked
004:157,30[ZJ ]| up$5$ to$5$ by$4$ them; he is chosen perhaps as prefect by$4$ his fellow
004:157,31[ZJ ]| sodalists. And you, Stephen, have been such a boy in$4$ this
004:157,32[ZJ ]| college, prefect of Our Blessed Lady's sodality. Perhaps you
004:157,33[ZJ ]| are the boy in$4$ this college whom God designs to$9$ call to$4$ Himself.
004:157,34['  ]| A strong note of pride reinforcing the gravity of the priest's
004:157,35['  ]| voice made Stephen's heart quicken in$4$ response.
004:158,01[ZJ ]| ~ To$9$ receive that$6#2$ call, Stephen,
004:158,01['  ]| said the priest,
004:158,01[ZJ ]| is the greatest
004:158,02[ZJ ]| honour that$6#1$ the Almighty God can bestow upon$4$ a man.
004:158,03[ZJ ]| No$2$ king or emperor on$4$ this earth has the power of the priest of
004:158,04[ZJ ]| God. No$2$ angel or archangel in$4$ heaven, no$2$ saint, not even the
004:158,05[ZJ ]| Blessed*Virgin herself has the power of a priest of God: the
004:158,06[ZJ ]| power of the keys, the power to$9$ bind and to$9$ loose from sin,
004:158,07[ZJ ]| the power of exorcism, the power to$9$ cast out from the creatures
004:158,08[ZJ ]| of God the evil spirits that$6#1$ have power over them, the
004:158,09[ZJ ]| power, the authority, to$9$ make the great God of Heaven come
004:158,10[ZJ ]| down upon$4$ the altar and take the form of bread and wine.
004:158,11[ZJ ]| What an awful power, Stephen!
004:158,12['  ]| A flame began to$9$ flutter again on$4$ Stephen's cheek as he
004:158,13['  ]| heard in$4$ this proud address an echo of his own proud musings.
004:158,14['  ]| How often had he seen himself as a priest wielding calmly and
004:158,15['  ]| humbly the awful power of which$6#1$ angels and saints stood in$4$
004:158,16['  ]| reverence! His soul had loved to$9$ muse in$4$ secret on$4$ this desire.
004:158,17['  ]| He had seen himself, a young and silentmannered priest,
004:158,18['  ]| entering a confessional swiftly, ascending the altarsteps,
004:158,19['  ]| incensing, genuflecting, accomplishing the vague acts of the
004:158,20['  ]| priesthood which$6#1$ pleased him by$4$ reason of their semblance of
004:158,21['  ]| reality and of their distance from it. In$4$ that$6#2$ dim life which$6#1$ he
004:158,22['  ]| had lived through in$4$ his musings he had assumed the voices
004:158,23['  ]| and gestures which$6#1$ he had noted with various priests. He had
004:158,24['  ]| bent his knee sideways like$4$ such a one, he had shaken the
004:158,25['  ]| thurible only slightly like$4$ such a one, his chasuble had swung
004:158,26['  ]| open like$4$ that$6#2$ of such another as he had turned to$4$ the altar
004:158,27['  ]| again after having blessed the people. And above all it had
004:158,28['  ]| pleased him to$9$ fill the second place in$4$ those dim scenes of his
004:158,29['  ]| imagining. He shrank from the dignity of celebrant because it
004:158,30['  ]| displeased him to$9$ imagine that$3$ all the vague pomp should end
004:158,31['  ]| in$4$ his own person or that$3$ the ritual should assign to$4$ him so$5#1$
004:158,32['  ]| clear and final an office. He longed for$4$ the minor sacred
004:158,33['  ]| offices, to$9$ be vested with the tunicle of subdeacon at high
004:158,34['  ]| mass, to$9$ stand aloof from the altar, forgotten by$4$ the people,
004:158,35['  ]| his shoulders covered with a humeral veil, holding the paten
004:158,36['  ]| within its folds, or, when the sacrifice had  been accomplished,
004:159,01['  ]| to$9$ stand as deacon in$4$ a dalmatic of cloth of gold on$4$ the step
004:159,02['  ]| below the celebrant, his hands joined and his face towards the
004:159,03['  ]| people, and sing the chant \7Ite\, \7missa\ \7est\. If ever he had seen
004:159,04['  ]| himself celebrant it was as in$4$ the pictures of the mass in$4$ his
004:159,05['  ]| child's massbook, in$4$ a church without worshippers, save for$4$
004:159,06['  ]| the angel of the sacrifice, at a bare altar and served by$4$ an
004:159,07['  ]| acolyte scarcely more boyish than himself. In$4$ vague sacrificial
004:159,08['  ]| or sacramental acts alone his will$0$ seemed drawn to$9$ go forth to$9$
004:159,09['  ]| encounter reality: and it was partly the absence of an appointed
004:159,10['  ]| rite which$6#1$ had always constrained him to$4$ inaction
004:159,11['  ]| whether he had allowed silence to$9$ cover his anger or pride or
004:159,12['  ]| had suffered only an embrace he longed to$9$ give.
004:159,13['  ]| He listened in$4$ reverent silence now to$4$ the priest's appeal
004:159,14['  ]| and through the words he heard even more distinctly a voice
004:159,15['  ]| bidding him approach, offering him secret knowledge and
004:159,16['  ]| secret power. He would know then what was the sin of Simon*Magus 
004:159,17['  ]| and what the sin against the Holy*Ghost for$4$ which$6#1$
004:159,18['  ]| there was no$2$ forgiveness. He would know obscure things,
004:159,19['  ]| hidden from others, from those who$6#1$  were conceived and born
004:159,20['  ]| children of wrath. He would know the sins, the sinful longings
004:159,21['  ]| and sinful thoughts and sinful acts, of others, hearing them
004:159,22['  ]| murmured into his ears in$4$ the confessional under the shame of
004:159,23['  ]| a darkened chapel by$4$ the lips of women and of girls: but
004:159,24['  ]| rendered immune mysteriously at his ordination by$4$ the imposition
004:159,25['  ]| of hands his soul would pass again uncontaminated to$4$
004:159,26['  ]| the white peace of the altar. No$2$ touch of sin would linger upon$4$
004:159,27['  ]| the hands with which$6#1$ he would elevate and break the host; no$2$
004:159,28['  ]| touch of sin would linger on$4$ his lips in$4$ prayer to$9$ make him eat
004:159,29['  ]| and drink damnation to$4$ himself, not discerning the body of the
004:159,30['  ]| Lord. He would hold his secret knowledge and secret power,
004:159,31['  ]| being as sinless as the innocent: and he would be a priest for*
004:159,32['  ]| ever according to$4$ the order of Melchisedec.
004:159,33[ZJ ]| ~ I will$1$ offer up$5$ my mass tomorrow morning, 
004:159,33['  ]| said the
004:159,34['  ]| director,
004:159,34[ZJ ]| that$3$ Almighty God may reveal to$4$ you His holy will$0$.
004:159,35[ZJ ]| And let you, Stephen, make a novena to$4$ your holy patron
004:159,36[ZJ ]| saint, the first martyr, who$6#1$ is very powerful with God, that$3$
004:160,01[ZJ ]| God may enlighten your mind. But you must be quite sure,
004:160,02[ZJ ]| Stephen, that$3$ you have a vocation because it would be terrible
004:160,03[ZJ ]| if you found afterwards that$3$ you had none. Once a priest
004:160,04[ZJ ]| always a priest, remember. Your catechism tells you that$3$ the
004:160,05[ZJ ]| sacrament of Holy Orders is one of those which$6#1$ can be received
004:160,06[ZJ ]| only once because it imprints on$4$ the soul an indelible
004:160,07[ZJ ]| spiritual mark which$6#1$ can never be effaced. It is before you
004:160,08[ZJ ]| must weigh well, not after. It is a solemn question, Stephen,
004:160,09[ZJ ]| because on$4$ it may depend the salvation of your eternal soul.
004:160,10[ZJ ]| But we will$1$ pray to$4$ God together.
004:160,11['  ]| He held open the heavy hall door and gave his hand as if
004:160,12['  ]| already to$4$ a companion in$4$ the spiritual life. Stephen passed
004:160,13['  ]| out on$5$ to$4$  the wide platform above the steps and was conscious
004:160,14['  ]| of the caress of mild evening air. Towards Findlater's church a
004:160,15['  ]| quartet of young men were striding along with linked arms,
004:160,16['  ]| swaying their heads and stepping to$4$ the agile melody of their
004:160,17['  ]| leader's concertina. The music passed in$4$ an instant, as the first
004:160,18['  ]| bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabrics of
004:160,19['  ]| his mind, dissolving them painlessly and noiselessly as a
004:160,20['  ]| sudden wave dissolves the sandbuilt turrets of children. Smiling
004:160,21['  ]| at the trivial air he raised his eyes to$4$ the priest's face and,
004:160,22['  ]| seeing in$4$ it a mirthless reflection of the sunken day, detached
004:160,23['  ]| his hand slowly which$6#1$ had acquiesced  faintly in$4$ that$6#2$ companionship.
004:160,24['  ]| As he descended the steps the impression which$6#1$ effaced his
004:160,25['  ]| troubled selfcommunion was that$6#2$ of a mirthless mask
004:160,26['  ]| reflecting a sunken day from the threshold of the college. The
004:160,27['  ]| shadow, then, of the life of the college passed gravely over his
004:160,28['  ]| consciousness. It was a grave and ordered and passionless life
004:160,29['  ]| that$6#1$ awaited him, a life without material cares. He wondered
004:160,30['  ]| how he would pass the first night in$4$ the novitiate and with
004:160,31['  ]| what dismay he would wake the first morning in$4$ the dormitory.
004:160,32['  ]| The troubling odour of the long corridors of Clongowes
004:160,33['  ]| came back to$4$ him and he heard the discreet murmur of the
004:160,34['  ]| burning gasflames. At once from every part of his being unrest
004:160,35['  ]| began to$9$ irradiate. A feverish quickening of his pulses followed
004:161,01['  ]| and a din of meaningless words drove his reasoned
004:161,02['  ]| thoughts hither and thither confusedly. His lungs dilated and
004:161,03['  ]| sank as if he were inhaling a warm moist unsustaining air and
004:161,04['  ]| he smelt again the warm moist air which$6#1$ hung in$4$ the bath in$4$
004:161,05['  ]| Clongowes above the sluggish turfcoloured water.
004:161,06['  ]| Some instinct, waking at these memories, stronger than
004:161,07['  ]| education or piety, quickened within him at every near approach
004:161,08['  ]| to$4$ that$6#2$ life, an instinct subtle and hostile, and armed
004:161,09['  ]| him against acquiescence. The chill and order of the life
004:161,10['  ]| repelled him. He saw himself rising in$4$ the cold of the morning
004:161,11['  ]| and filing down with the others to$4$ early mass and trying vainly
004:161,12['  ]| to$9$ struggle with his prayers against the fainting sickness of his
004:161,13['  ]| stomach. He saw himself sitting at dinner with the community
004:161,14['  ]| of a college. What, then, had become of that$6#2$ deeprooted
004:161,15['  ]| shyness of his which$6#1$ had made him loth to$9$ eat or drink under
004:161,16['  ]| a strange roof? What had come of the pride of his spirit which$6#1$
004:161,17['  ]| had always made him conceive himself as a being apart in$4$ every
004:161,18['  ]| order?
004:161,19@b   | The Reverend*Stephen*Dedalus, S%*J.
004:161,20['  ]| His name in$4$ that$6#2$ new life leaped into characters before his
004:161,21['  ]| eyes and to$4$ it there followed a mental sensation of an
004:161,22['  ]| undefined face or colour of a face. The colour faded and
004:161,23['  ]| became strong like$4$ a changing glow of pallid brick red. Was it
004:161,24['  ]| the raw reddish glow he had so$5#1$ often seen on$4$ wintry mornings
004:161,25['  ]| on$4$ the shaven gills of the priests? The face was eyeless and
004:161,26['  ]| sourfavoured and devout, shot with pink tinges of suffocated
004:161,27['  ]| anger. Was it not a mental spectre of the face of one of the
004:161,28['  ]| jesuits whom some of the boys called Lantern Jaws and others
004:161,29['  ]| Foxy Campbell?
004:161,30['  ]| He was passing at that$6#2$ moment before the jesuit house in$4$
004:161,31['  ]| Gardiner*Street, and wondered vaguely which$6#1$ window would
004:161,32['  ]| be his if he ever joined the order. Then he wondered at the
004:161,33['  ]| vagueness of his wonder, at the remoteness of his soul from
004:161,34['  ]| what he had hitherto imagined her sanctuary, at the frail hold
004:161,35['  ]| which$6#1$ so$5#1$ many years of order and obedience had of him when
004:161,36['  ]| once a definite and irrevocable act of his threatened to$9$ end for*
004:162,01['  ]| ever, in$4$ time and in$4$ eternity, his freedom. The voice of the
004:162,02['  ]| director urging upon$4$ him the proud claims of the church and
004:162,03['  ]| the mystery and power of the priestly office repeated itself
004:162,04['  ]| idly in$4$ his memory. His soul was not there to$9$ hear and greet it
004:162,05['  ]| and he knew now that$3$ the exhortation he had listened to$4$ had
004:162,06['  ]| already fallen into an idle formal tale. He would never swing
004:162,07['  ]| the thurible  before the tabernacle as priest. His destiny was to$9$
004:162,08['  ]| be elusive of social or religious orders. The wisdom of the
004:162,09['  ]| priest's appeal did not touch him to$4$ the quick. He was destined
004:162,10['  ]| to$9$ learn his own wisdom apart from others or to$9$ learn
004:162,11['  ]| the wisdom of others himself wandering among the snares of
004:162,12['  ]| the world.
004:162,13['  ]| The snares of the world were its ways of sin. He would fall.
004:162,14['  ]| He had not yet fallen but he would fall silently, in$4$ an instant.
004:162,15['  ]| Not to$9$ fall was too hard, too hard: and he felt the silent lapse
004:162,16['  ]| of his soul, as it would be at some instant to$9$ come, falling,
004:162,17['  ]| falling but not yet fallen, still unfallen but about to$9$ fall.
004:162,18['  ]| He crossed the bridge over the stream of the Tolka and
004:162,19['  ]| turned his eyes coldly for$4$ an instant towards the faded blue
004:162,20['  ]| shrine of the Blessed*Virgin which$6#1$ stood fowlwise on$4$ a pole in$4$
004:162,21['  ]| the middle of a hamshaped encampment of poor cottages.
004:162,22['  ]| Then, bending to$4$ the left, he followed the lane which$6#1$ led up$5$ to$4$
004:162,23['  ]| his house. The faint sour stink of rotted cabbages came towards
004:162,24['  ]| him from the kitchengardens on$4$ the rising ground
004:162,25['  ]| above the river. He smiled to$9$ think that$3$ it was this disorder,
004:162,26['  ]| the misrule and confusion of his father's house and the stagnation
004:162,27['  ]| of vegetable life, which$6#1$ was to$9$ win the day in$4$ his soul.
004:162,28['  ]| Then a short laugh broke from his lips as he thought of that$6#2$
004:162,29['  ]| solitary farmhand in$4$ the kitchengardens behind their house
004:162,30['  ]| whom they had nicknamed the man with the hat. A second
004:162,31['  ]| laugh, taking rise from the first after a pause, broke from him
004:162,32['  ]| involuntarily as he thought of how the man with the hat
004:162,33['  ]| worked, considering in$4$ turn the four points of the sky and then
004:162,34['  ]| regretfully plunging his spade in$4$ the earth.
004:162,35['  ]| He pushed open the latchless door of the porch and passed
004:162,36['  ]| through the naked hallway into the kitchen. A group of his
004:163,01['  ]| brothers and sisters was sitting round the table. Tea was
004:163,02['  ]| nearly over and only the last of the second watered tea remained
004:163,03['  ]| in$4$ the bottoms of the small glassjars and jampots
004:163,04['  ]| which$6#1$ did service for$4$ teacups. Discarded crusts and lumps of
004:163,05['  ]| sugared bread, turned brown by$4$ the tea which$6#1$ had been
004:163,06['  ]| poured over them, lay scattered on$4$ the table. Little wells of
004:163,07['  ]| tea lay here and there on$4$ the board and a knife with a broken
004:163,08['  ]| ivory handle was stuck through the pith of a ravaged turnover.
004:163,09['  ]| The sad quiet greyblue glow of the dying day came through
004:163,10['  ]| the window and the open door, covering over and allaying
004:163,11['  ]| quietly a sudden instinct of remorse in$4$ Stephen's heart. All
004:163,12['  ]| that$6#1$ had been denied them had been freely given to$4$ him, the
004:163,13['  ]| eldest: but the quiet glow of evening showed him in$4$ their faces
004:163,14['  ]| no$2$ sign of rancour.
004:163,15['  ]| He sat near them at the table and asked where his father
004:163,16['  ]| and mother were. One answered:
004:163,17[W  ]| ~ Goneboro toboro lookboro atboro aboro houseboro.
004:163,18['  ]| Still another removal! A boy named Fallon in$4$ Belvedere
004:163,19['  ]| had often asked him with a silly laugh why they moved so$5#1$
004:163,20['  ]| often. A frown of scorn darkened quickly his forehead as he
004:163,21['  ]| heard again the silly laugh of the questioner.
004:163,22['  ]| He asked:
004:163,23[B  ]| ~ Why are we on$4$ the move again, if it is a fair question?
004:163,24['  ]| The same sister answered:
004:163,25[W  ]| ~ Becauseboro theboro landboro lordboro willboro putboro
004:163,26['  ]| usboro outboro.
004:163,27['  ]| The voice of his youngest brother from the farther side of
004:163,28['  ]| the fireplace began to$9$ sing the air 
004:163,28[Z  ]| \Oft\ \in$4$\ \the\ \Stilly\ \Night\. 
004:163,28['  ]| One
004:163,29['  ]| by$4$ one the others took up$5$ the air until a full choir of voices
004:163,30['  ]| was singing. They would sing so$5#2$ for$4$ hours, melody after
004:163,31['  ]| melody, glee after glee, till the last pale light died down on$4$ the
004:163,32['  ]| horizon, till the first dark nightclouds came forth and night
004:163,33['  ]| fell.
004:163,34['  ]| He waited for$4$ some moments, listening, before he too took
004:163,35['  ]| up$5$ the air with them. He was listening with pain of spirit to$4$ the
004:163,36['  ]| overtone of weariness behind their frail fresh innocent voices.
004:164,01['  ]| Even before they set out on$4$ life's journey they seemed weary
004:164,02['  ]| already of the way.
004:164,03['  ]| He heard the choir of voices in$4$ the kitchen echoed and
004:164,04['  ]| multiplied through an endless reverberation of the choirs of
004:164,05['  ]| endless generations of children: and heard in$4$ all the echoes an
004:164,06['  ]| echo also of the recurring note of weariness and pain. All
004:164,07['  ]| seemed weary of life even before entering upon$4$ it. And he
004:164,08['  ]| remembered that$3$ Newman had heard this note also in$4$ the
004:164,09['  ]| broken lines of Virgil 
004:164,09[Z  ]| \giving\ \utterance\, \like$4$\ \the\ \voice\ \of\ \Nature\
004:164,10[Z  ]| \herself,\ \to$4$\ \that$6#2$\ \pain\ \and\ \weariness\ \yet\ \hope\ \of\ \better\ \things\
004:164,11[Z  ]| \which$6#1$\ \has\ \been\ \the\ \experience\ \of\ \her\ \children\ \in$4$\ \every\ \time\.
004:164,12['  ]| 
004:164,13['  ]| He could wait no$2$ longer.
004:164,14['  ]| From the door of Byron's publichouse to$4$ the gate of Clontarf
004:164,15['  ]| Chapel, from the gate of Clontarf Chapel to$4$ the door of
004:164,16['  ]| Byron's publichouse and then back again to$4$ the chapel and
004:164,17['  ]| then back again to$4$ the publichouse he had paced slowly at
004:164,18['  ]| first, planting his steps scrupulously in$4$ the spaces of the patchwork
004:164,19['  ]| of the footpath, then timing their fall to$4$ the fall of verses.
004:164,20['  ]| A full hour had passed since his father had gone in$5$ with Dan*Crosby, 
004:164,21['  ]| the tutor, to$9$ find out for$4$ him something about the
004:164,22['  ]| university. For$4$ a full hour he had paced up$5$ and down,
004:164,23['  ]| waiting: but he could wait no$2$ longer.
004:164,24['  ]| He set off abruptly for$4$ the Bull, walking rapidly lest his
004:164,25['  ]| father's shrill whistle might call him back; and in$4$ a few moments
004:164,26['  ]| he had rounded the curve at the police barrack and was
004:164,27['  ]| safe.
004:164,28['  ]| Yes, his mother was hostile to$4$ the idea, as he  had read from
004:164,29['  ]| her listless silence. Yet her mistrust pricked him more keenly
004:164,30['  ]| than his father's pride and he thought coldly how he had
004:164,31['  ]| watched the faith which$6#1$ was fading down in$4$ his soul aging and
004:164,32['  ]| strengthening in$4$ her eyes. A dim antagonism gathered force
004:164,33['  ]| within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her
004:164,34['  ]| disloyalty:  and when it  passed, cloudlike, leaving his mind
004:164,35['  ]| serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware
004:165,01['  ]| dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their
004:165,02['  ]| lives.
004:165,03['  ]| The university! So$3$ he had passed beyond the challenge of
004:165,04['  ]| the  sentries who$6#1$ had stood as guardians of his boyhood and
004:165,05['  ]| had sought to$9$ keep him among them that$3$ he might be subject
004:165,06['  ]| to$4$ them and serve their ends. Pride after satisfaction uplifted
004:165,07['  ]| him like$4$ long slow waves. The end he had been born to$9$ serve
004:165,08['  ]| yet did not see had led him to$9$ escape by$4$ an unseen path: and
004:165,09['  ]| now it beckoned to$4$ him once more and a new adventure was
004:165,10['  ]| about to$9$ be opened to$4$ him. It seemed to$4$ him that$3$ he heard
004:165,11['  ]| notes of fitful music leaping upwards a tone and downwards a
004:165,12['  ]| diminished fourth, upwards a tone and downwards a major
004:165,13['  ]| third, like$4$ triplebranching flames leaping fitfully, flame after
004:165,14['  ]| flame, out of a midnight wood. It was an elfin prelude, endless
004:165,15['  ]| and formless; and, as it grew wilder and faster, the flames
004:165,16['  ]| leaping out of time, he seemed to$9$ hear from under the boughs
004:165,17['  ]| and grasses wild creatures racing, their feet pattering like$4$ rain
004:165,18['  ]| upon$4$ the leaves. Their feet passed in$4$ pattering tumult over his
004:165,19['  ]| mind, the feet of hares and rabbits, the feet of harts and hinds
004:165,20['  ]| and antelopes, until he heard them no$2$ more and remembered
004:165,21['  ]| only a proud cadence from Newman:
004:165,21[Z  ]| \Whose\ \feet\ \are\ \as\ \the\
004:165,22[Z  ]| \feet\ \of\ \harts\ \and\ \underneath\ \the\ \everlasting\ \arms\.
004:165,23['  ]| The pride of that$6#2$ dim image brought back to$4$ his mind the
004:165,24['  ]| dignity of the office he had refused. All through his boyhood
004:165,25['  ]| he had mused upon$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ he had so$5#1$ often thought to$9$ be
004:165,26['  ]| his destiny and when the moment had come for$4$ him to$9$ obey
004:165,27['  ]| the call he had turned aside, obeying a wayward instinct. Now
004:165,28['  ]| time lay between: the oils of ordination would never anoint
004:165,29['  ]| his body. He had refused. Why?
004:165,30['  ]| He turned seaward  from the road at  Dollymount and as he
004:165,31['  ]| passed on$5$ to$4$ the thin wooden bridge he felt the planks shaking
004:165,32['  ]| with the tramp of heavily shod feet. A squad of christian
004:165,33['  ]| brothers was on$4$ its way back from the Bull and had begun to$9$
004:165,34['  ]| pass, two by$4$ two, across the bridge. Soon the whole bridge
004:165,35['  ]| was trembling and resounding. The uncouth faces passed him
004:165,36['  ]| two by$4$ two, stained yellow or red or livid by$4$ the sea, and as
004:166,01['  ]| he strove to$9$ look at them with ease and indifference, a faint
004:166,02['  ]| stain of personal shame and commiseration rose to$4$ his own
004:166,03['  ]| face. Angry with himself he tried to$9$ hide his face from their
004:166,04['  ]| eyes by$4$ gazing down sideways into the shallow swirling water
004:166,05['  ]| under the bridge but he still saw a reflection therein of their
004:166,06['  ]| topheavy silk hats, and humble tapelike collars and loosely
004:166,07['  ]| hanging clerical clothes.
004:166,08@b   | ~ Brother*Hickey.
004:166,09@b   | Brother*Quaid.
004:166,10@b   | Brother*MacArdle.
004:166,11@b   | Brother*Keogh.
004:166,12['  ]| Their piety would be like$4$ their names, like$4$ their faces, like$4$
004:166,13['  ]| their clothes, and it was idle for$4$ him to$9$ tell himself that$3$ their
004:166,14['  ]| humble and contrite hearts, it might be, paid a far richer
004:166,15['  ]| tribute of devotion than his had ever been, a gift tenfold more
004:166,16['  ]| acceptable than his elaborate adoration. It was idle for$4$ him to$9$
004:166,17['  ]| move himself to$9$ be generous towards them, to$9$ tell himself that$3$
004:166,18['  ]| if he ever came to$4$ their gates, stripped of his pride, beaten and
004:166,19['  ]| in$4$ beggar's weeds, that$3$ they would be generous towards him,
004:166,20['  ]| loving him as themselves. Idle and embittering, finally,  to$9$
004:166,21['  ]| argue, against his own dispassionate certitude, that$3$ the commandment
004:166,22['  ]| of love bade us not to$9$ love our neighbour  as ourselves
004:166,23['  ]| with the same amount and intensity of love but to$9$ love
004:166,24['  ]| him as ourselves with the same kind of love.
004:166,25['  ]| He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly
004:166,26['  ]| to$4$ himself:
004:166,27@b   | ~ A day of dappled seaborne clouds.
004:166,28['  ]| The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in$4$ a
004:166,29['  ]| chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to$9$ glow
004:166,30['  ]| and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of
004:166,31['  ]| apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of
004:166,32['  ]| clouds. No$7$, it was not their colours: it was the poise and
004:166,33['  ]| balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise
004:166,34['  ]| and fall of words better than their associations of legend and
004:166,35['  ]| colour? Or was it that$3$, being as weak of sight as he was shy of
004:166,36['  ]| mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing
004:167,01['  ]| sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured
004:167,02['  ]| and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner
004:167,03['  ]| world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in$4$ a lucid
004:167,04['  ]| supple periodic prose?
004:167,05['  ]| He passed from the trembling bridge on$5$ to$4$ firm land again.
004:167,06['  ]| At that$6#2$ instant, as it seemed to$4$ him, the air was chilled and
004:167,07['  ]| looking askance towards the water he saw a flying squall
004:167,08['  ]| darkening and crisping suddenly the tide. A faint click at his
004:167,09['  ]| heart, a faint throb in$4$ his throat told him once more of how his
004:167,10['  ]| flesh dreaded the cold infrahuman odour of the sea: yet he did
004:167,11['  ]| not strike across the downs on$4$ his left but held straight on$5$
004:167,12['  ]| along the spine of rocks that$6#1$ pointed against the river's mouth.
004:167,13['  ]| A veiled sunlight lit up$5$ faintly the grey sheet of water where
004:167,14['  ]| the river was embayed. In$4$ the distance along the course of the
004:167,15['  ]| slowflowing Liffey slender masts flecked the sky and, more
004:167,16['  ]| distant still, the dim fabric of the city lay prone in$4$ haze. Like$4$ a
004:167,17['  ]| scene on$4$ some vague arras, old as man's weariness, the image
004:167,18['  ]| of the seventh city of christendom was visible to$4$ him across the
004:167,19['  ]| timeless air, no$2$ older nor more weary nor less patient of subjection
004:167,20['  ]| than in$4$ the days of the thingmote.
004:167,21['  ]| Disheartened, he raised his eyes towards the slowdrifting
004:167,22['  ]| clouds, dappled and seaborne. They were voyaging across the
004:167,23['  ]| deserts of the sky, a host of nomads on$4$ the march, voyaging
004:167,24['  ]| high over Ireland, westward bound. The Europe they had
004:167,25['  ]| come from lay out there beyond the Irish*Sea, Europe of
004:167,26['  ]| strange tongues and valleyed and woodbegirt and citadelled
004:167,27['  ]| and of entrenched and marshalled races. He heard a confused
004:167,28['  ]| music within him as of memories and names which$6#1$ he was
004:167,29['  ]| almost conscious of but could not capture even for$4$ an instant;
004:167,30['  ]| then the music seemed to$9$ recede, to$9$  recede, to$9$ recede: and
004:167,31['  ]| from each receding trail of nebulous music there fell always
004:167,32['  ]| one longdrawn calling note, piercing like$4$ a star the dusk of
004:167,33['  ]| silence. Again! Again! Again! A voice from beyond the world
004:167,34['  ]| was calling.
004:167,35[V  ]| ~ Hello, Stephanos!
004:167,36[V  ]| ~ Here comes The Dedalus!
004:168,01[V  ]| ~ Ao! ~~~ Eh, give it over, Dwyer, I am telling you or I will$1$
004:168,02[V  ]| give you a stuff in$4$ the kisser for$4$ yourself ~~~ Ao!
004:168,03[V  ]| ~ Good man, Towser! Duck him!
004:168,04[V  ]| ~ Come along, Dedalus! Bous Stephanoumenos! Bous
004:168,05[V  ]| Stephaneforos!
004:168,06[V  ]| ~ Duck him! Guzzle him now, Towser!
004:168,07[V  ]| ~ Help! Help! ~~~ Ao!
004:168,08['  ]| He recognised their speech collectively before he distinguished
004:168,09['  ]| their faces. The mere sight of that$6#2$ medley of wet
004:168,10['  ]| nakedness chilled him to$4$ the bone. Their bodies, corpsewhite
004:168,11['  ]| or suffused with a pallid golden light or rawly tanned by$4$ the
004:168,12['  ]| suns, gleamed with the wet of the sea. Their divingstone,
004:168,13['  ]| poised on$4$ its rude supports and rocking under their plunges,
004:168,14['  ]| and the roughhewn stones of the sloping breakwater over
004:168,15['  ]| which$6#1$ they scrambled in$4$ their horseplay, gleamed with cold wet
004:168,16['  ]| lustre. The towels with which$6#1$ they smacked their bodies were
004:168,17['  ]| heavy with cold seawater: and drenched with cold brine was
004:168,18['  ]| their matted hair.
004:168,19['  ]| He stood still in$4$ deference to$4$ their calls and parried their
004:168,20['  ]| banter with easy words. How characterless they looked:
004:168,21['  ]| Shuley without his deep unbuttoned collar, Ennis without his
004:168,22['  ]| scarlet belt with the snaky clasp, and Connolly  without his
004:168,23['  ]| Norfolk coat with the flapless sidepockets!  It was a pain to$9$ see
004:168,24['  ]| them and a swordlike pain to$9$ see the signs of adolescence that$6#1$
004:168,25['  ]| made repellent their pitiable nakedness. Perhaps they had
004:168,26['  ]| taken refuge in$4$ number and noise from the secret dread in$4$
004:168,27['  ]| their souls. But he, apart from them and in$4$ silence, remembered
004:168,28['  ]| in$4$ what dread he stood of the mystery of his own body.
004:168,29[V  ]| ~ Stephanos Dedalos! Bous Stephanoumenos! Bous Stephaneforos!
004:168,30['  ]| Their banter was not new to$4$ him and now it flattered his
004:168,31['  ]| mild proud sovereignty. Now, as never before, his strange
004:168,32['  ]| name seemed to$4$ him a prophecy. So$5#1$ timeless seemed the grey
004:168,33['  ]| warm air, so$5#1$ fluid and impersonal his own mood, that$3$ all ages
004:168,34['  ]| were as one to$4$ him. A moment before the ghost of the ancient
004:168,35['  ]| kingdom of the Danes had looked forth through the vesture of
004:169,01['  ]| the hazewrapped city. Now, at the name of the fabulous
004:169,02['  ]| artificer, he seemed to$9$ hear the noise of dim waves and to$9$ see
004:169,03['  ]| a winged form flying above the waves and slowly climbing the
004:169,04['  ]| air. What did it mean? Was it a quaint device opening a page
004:169,05['  ]| of some medieval book of prophecies and symbols, a hawklike
004:169,06['  ]| man flying sunward above the sea, a prophecy of the end he
004:169,07['  ]| had been born to$9$ serve and had been following through the
004:169,08['  ]| mists of childhood and boyhood, a symbol of the artist forging
004:169,09['  ]| anew in$4$ his workshop out of the sluggish matter of the
004:169,10['  ]| earth a new soaring impalpable imperishable being?
004:169,11['  ]| His heart trembled;  his breath came faster and a wild spirit
004:169,12['  ]| passed over his limbs as though he were soaring sunward. His
004:169,13['  ]| heart trembled in$4$ an ecstasy of fear and his soul was in$4$ flight.
004:169,14['  ]| His soul was soaring in$4$ an air beyond the world and the body
004:169,15['  ]| he knew was purified in$4$ a breath and delivered of incertitude
004:169,16['  ]| and made radiant and commingled with the element of the
004:169,17['  ]| spirit. An ecstasy of flight made radiant his eyes and wild his
004:169,18['  ]| breath  and tremulous and wild and radiant his windswept
004:169,19['  ]| limbs.
004:169,20[V  ]| ~ One! Two! ~~~ Look out!
004:169,21[V  ]| ~ O, cripes, I am drownded!
004:169,22[V  ]| ~ One! Two! Three and away!
004:169,23[V  ]| ~ Me next! Me next!
004:169,24[V  ]| ~ One! ~~~ Uk!
004:169,25[V  ]| ~ Stephaneforos!
004:169,26['  ]| His throat ached with a desire to$9$ cry aloud, the cry of a
004:169,27['  ]| hawk or eagle on$4$ high, to$9$ cry piercingly of his deliverance to$4$
004:169,28['  ]| the winds. This was the call of life to$4$ his soul not the dull gross
004:169,29['  ]| voice of the world of duties and despair, not the inhuman
004:169,30['  ]| voice that$6#1$ had called him to$4$ the pale service of the altar. An
004:169,31['  ]| instant of wild flight had delivered him and the cry of triumph
004:169,32['  ]| which$6#1$ his lips withheld cleft his brain.
004:169,33[V  ]| ~ Stephaneforos!
004:169,34['  ]| What were they now but cerements shaken from the
004:169,35['  ]| body of death ~ the fear he had walked in$4$ night and day, the
004:169,36['  ]| incertitude that$6#1$ had ringed him round, the shame that$6#1$ had
004:170,01['  ]| abased him within and without ~ cerements, the linens of the
004:170,02['  ]| grave?
004:170,03['  ]| His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning
004:170,04['  ]| her graveclothes.  Yes! Yes! Yes! He would create proudly out
004:170,05['  ]| of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer
004:170,06['  ]| whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and
004:170,07['  ]| beautiful, impalpable, imperishable.
004:170,08['  ]| He started up$5$ nervously from the stoneblock for$3$ he could
004:170,09['  ]| no$2$ longer quench the flame in$4$ his blood. He felt his cheeks
004:170,10['  ]| aflame and his throat throbbing with song. There was a lust of
004:170,11['  ]| wandering in$4$ his feet that$6#1$ burned to$9$ set out for$4$ the ends of the
004:170,12['  ]| earth. On$5$! On$5$! his heart seemed to$9$ cry. Evening would deepen
004:170,13['  ]| above the sea, night fall upon$4$ the plains, dawn glimmer before
004:170,14['  ]| the wanderer and show him strange fields and hills and faces.
004:170,15['  ]| Where?
004:170,16['  ]| He looked northward towards Howth. The sea had fallen
004:170,17['  ]| below the line of seawrack on$4$ the shallow side of the breakwater
004:170,18['  ]| and already the tide was running out fast along the
004:170,19['  ]| foreshore. Already one long oval bank of sand lay warm and
004:170,20['  ]| dry amid the wavelets. Here and there warm isles of sand
004:170,21['  ]| gleamed above the shallow tide, and about the isles and
004:170,22['  ]| around the long bank and amid the shallow currents of the
004:170,23['  ]| beach were lightclad gayclad figures, wading and delving.
004:170,24['  ]| In$4$ a few moments he was barefoot, his stockings folded in$4$
004:170,25['  ]| his pockets and his canvas shoes dangling by$4$ their knotted
004:170,26['  ]| laces over his shoulders: and, picking a pointed salteaten stick
004:170,27['  ]| out of the jetsam among the rocks, he clambered down the
004:170,28['  ]| slope of the breakwater.
004:170,29['  ]| There was a long rivulet in$4$ the strand: and, as he waded
004:170,30['  ]| slowly up$4$ its course, he wondered at the endless drift of seaweed.
004:170,31['  ]| Emerald and black and russet and olive, it moved beneath
004:170,32['  ]| the current, swaying and turning. The water of the
004:170,33['  ]| rivulet was dark with endless drift and mirrored the highdrifting
004:170,34['  ]| clouds. The clouds were drifting above him silently
004:170,35['  ]| and silently the seatangle was drifting below him; and the grey
004:170,36['  ]| warm air was still: and a new wild life was singing in$4$ his veins.
004:171,01['  ]| Where was his boyhood now? Where was the soul that$6#1$ had
004:171,02['  ]| hung back from her destiny, to$9$ brood alone upon$4$ the shame of
004:171,03['  ]| her wounds and in$4$ her house of squalor and subterfuge to$9$
004:171,04['  ]| queen it in$4$ faded cerements and in$4$ wreaths that$6#1$ withered at
004:171,05['  ]| the touch? Or where was he?
004:171,06['  ]| He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to$4$ the
004:171,07['  ]| wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and
004:171,08['  ]| wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish
004:171,09['  ]| waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey
004:171,10['  ]| sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures, of children and girls and
004:171,11['  ]| voices childish and girlish in$4$ the air.
004:171,12['  ]| A girl stood before him in$4$ midstream, alone and still, gazing
004:171,13['  ]| out to$4$ sea. She seemed like$4$ one whom magic had changed into
004:171,14['  ]| the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender
004:171,15['  ]| bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an
004:171,16['  ]| emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon$4$
004:171,17['  ]| the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and softhued as ivory, were bared
004:171,18['  ]| almost to$4$ the hips where the white fringes of her drawers were
004:171,19['  ]| like$4$ featherings of soft white down. Her slateblue skirts were
004:171,20['  ]| kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her
004:171,21['  ]| bosom was as  a bird's soft and slight, slight and soft as the
004:171,22['  ]| breast of some darkplumaged dove. But her long fair hair was
004:171,23['  ]| girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal
004:171,24['  ]| beauty, her face.
004:171,25['  ]| She was alone and still, gazing out to$4$ sea; and when she felt
004:171,26['  ]| his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to$4$
004:171,27['  ]| him in$4$ quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness.
004:171,28['  ]| Long, long she suffered his gaze and then quietly withdrew
004:171,29['  ]| her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream,
004:171,30['  ]| gently stirring the water with her foot hither and thither. The
004:171,31['  ]| first faint noise of gently moving water broke the silence, low
004:171,32['  ]| and faint and whispering, faint as the bells of sleep; hither and
004:171,33['  ]| thither, hither and thither: and a faint flame trembled on$4$ her
004:171,34['  ]| cheek.
004:171,35@b   | ~ Heavenly God! 
004:171,35['  ]| cried Stephen's soul, in$4$ an outburst of
004:171,36['  ]| profane joy.
004:172,01['  ]| He turned away from her suddenly and set off across the
004:172,02['  ]| strand. His cheeks  were aflame; his body was aglow; his limbs
004:172,03['  ]| were trembling. On$5$ and on$5$ and on$5$ and on$5$ he strode, far out
004:172,04['  ]| over the sands, singing wildly to$4$ the sea, crying to$9$ greet the
004:172,05['  ]| advent of the life that$6#1$ had cried to$4$ him.
004:172,06['  ]| Her image had passed into his soul for*ever and no$2$ word
004:172,07['  ]| had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called
004:172,08['  ]| him and his soul had leaped at the call. To$9$ live, to$9$ err, to$9$ fall,
004:172,09['  ]| to$9$ triumph, to$9$ recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared
004:172,10['  ]| to$4$ him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy
004:172,11['  ]| from the fair courts of life, to$9$ throw open before him in$4$ an
004:172,12['  ]| instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.
004:172,13['  ]| On$5$ and on$5$ and on$5$ and on$5$!
004:172,14['  ]| He halted suddenly and heard his heart in$4$ the silence. How
004:172,15['  ]| far had he walked? What hour was it?
004:172,16['  ]| There was no$2$ human figure near him nor any sound borne
004:172,17['  ]| to$4$ him over the air. But the tide was near the turn and already
004:172,18['  ]| the day was on$4$ the wane. He turned landward and ran towards
004:172,19['  ]| the shore and, running up$4$ the sloping beach, reckless of the
004:172,20['  ]| sharp shingle, found a sandy nook amid a ring of tufted sandknolls
004:172,21['  ]| and lay down there that$3$ the peace and silence of the
004:172,22['  ]| evening might still the riot of his blood.
004:172,23['  ]| He  felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm
004:172,24['  ]| processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him,
004:172,25['  ]| the earth that$6#1$ had borne him, had taken him to$4$ her breast.
004:172,26['  ]| He closed his eyes in$4$ the languor of sleep. His eyelids
004:172,27['  ]| trembled as if they felt the vast cyclic movement of the earth
004:172,28['  ]| and her watchers, trembled as if they felt the strange light of
004:172,29['  ]| some new world. His soul was swooning into some new world,
004:172,30['  ]| fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by$4$ cloudy
004:172,31['  ]| shapes and beings. A world, a glimmer, or a flower? Glimmering
004:172,32['  ]| and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light,
004:172,33['  ]| an opening flower, it spread in$4$ endless succession to$4$ itself,
004:172,34['  ]| breaking in$4$ full crimson and unfolding and fading to$4$ palest
004:172,35['  ]| rose, leaf by$4$ leaf and wave of light by$4$ wave of light, flooding
004:172,36['  ]| all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than
004:172,37['  ]| other.
004:173,01['  ]| Evening had fallen when he woke and the sand and arid
004:173,02['  ]| grasses of his bed glowed no$2$ longer. He rose slowly and,
004:173,03['  ]| recalling the rapture of his sleep, sighed at its joy.
004:173,04['  ]| He climbed to$4$ the crest of the sandhill and gazed about
004:173,05['  ]| him. Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the
004:173,06['  ]| pale waste of sky like$4$ the rim of a silver hoop embedded in$4$
004:173,07['  ]| grey sand; and the tide was flowing in$5$ fast to$4$ the land with a
004:173,08['  ]| low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in$4$ distant
004:173,09['  ]| pools.
005:174,00@@@@@|
005:174,01[U  ]| <V>
005:174,02['  ]| He drained his third cup of watery tea to$4$ the dregs and
005:174,03['  ]| set to$4$ chewing the crusts of fried bread that$6#1$ were scattered
005:174,04['  ]| near him, staring into the dark pool of the jar. The
005:174,05['  ]| yellow dripping had been scooped out like$4$ a boghole and the
005:174,06['  ]| pool under it brought back to$4$ his memory the dark turfcoloured
005:174,07['  ]| water of the bath in$4$ Clongowes. The box of pawn-tickets
005:174,08['  ]| at his elbow had just been rifled and he took up$5$ idly
005:174,09['  ]| one after another in$4$ his greasy fingers the blue and white
005:174,10['  ]| dockets, scrawled and sanded and creased and bearing the
005:174,11['  ]| name of the pledger as Daly or MacEvoy.
005:174,12[Z  ]| 1 Pair Buskins.
005:174,13[Z  ]| 1 D. Coat.
005:174,14[Z  ]| 3 Articles and White.
005:174,15[Z  ]| 1 Man's Pants.
005:174,16['  ]| Then he put them aside and gazed thoughtfully at the lid of
005:174,17['  ]| the box, speckled with lousemarks, and asked vaguely:
005:174,18[B  ]| ~~ How much is the clock fast now?
005:174,19['  ]| His mother straightened the battered alarmclock that$6#1$ was
005:174,20['  ]| lying on$4$ its side in$4$ the middle of the kitchen mantelpiece until
005:174,21['  ]| its dial showed a quarter to$4$ twelve and then laid it once more
005:174,22['  ]| on$4$ its side.
005:174,23[C  ]| ~~ An hour and twentyfive minutes,
005:174,23['  ]| she said.
005:174,23[C  ]| The right time
005:174,24[C  ]| now is  twenty past ten. The dear knows you might try to$9$ be in$4$
005:174,25[C  ]| time for$4$ your lectures.
005:174,26[B  ]| ~~ Fill out the place for$4$ me to$9$ wash, 
005:174,26['  ]| said Stephen.
005:174,27[C  ]| ~~ Katey, fill out the place for$4$ Stephen to$9$ wash.
005:174,28[W  ]| ~~ Boody, fill out the place for$4$ Stephen to$9$ wash.
005:174,29[W  ]| ~~ I can not, I am going for$4$ blue. Fill it out, you, Maggie.
005:174,30['  ]| When the enamelled basin had  been fitted into the well of
005:175,01['  ]| the sink and the old washingglove flung on$4$ the side of it he
005:175,02['  ]| allowed his mother to$9$ scrub his neck and root into the folds of
005:175,03['  ]| his ears and into the interstices at the wings of his nose.
005:175,04[C  ]| ~~ Well, it is a poor case,
005:175,04['  ]| she said, 
005:175,04[C  ]| when a university student
005:175,05[C  ]| is so$5#1$ dirty that$3$ his mother has to$9$ wash him.
005:175,06[B  ]| ~~ But it gives you pleasure,
005:175,06['  ]| said Stephen calmly.
005:175,07['  ]| An earsplitting whistle was heard from upstairs and his
005:175,08['  ]| mother thrust  a damp overall into his hands, saying:
005:175,09[C  ]| ~~ Dry yourself and hurry out for$4$ the love of goodness.
005:175,10['  ]| A second shrill whistle, prolonged angrily, brought one of
005:175,11['  ]| the girls to$4$ the foot of the staircase.
005:175,12[W  ]| ~~ Yes, father?
005:175,13[F  ]| ~~ Is your lazy bitch of a brother gone out yet?
005:175,14[W  ]| ~~ Yes, father.
005:175,15[F  ]| ~~ Sure?
005:175,16[W  ]| ~~ Yes, father.
005:175,17[F  ]| ~~ Hm!
005:175,18['  ]| The girl came back making signs  to$4$ him to$9$ be quick and go
005:175,19['  ]| out quietly by$4$ the back. Stephen laughed and said:
005:175,20[B  ]| ~~ He has  a curious idea of genders if he thinks a bitch is
005:175,21[B  ]| masculine.
005:175,22[C  ]| ~~ Ah, it is a scandalous shame for$4$ you, Stephen, 
005:175,22['  ]| said his
005:175,23['  ]| mother, 
005:175,23[C  ]| and you will$1$ live to$9$ rue the day you set your foot in$4$ that$6#2$
005:175,24[C  ]| place. I know how it has changed you.
005:175,25[B  ]| ~~ Good morning, everybody,
005:175,25['  ]| said Stephen, smiling and
005:175,26['  ]| kissing the tips of his fingers in$4$ adieu.
005:175,27['  ]| The lane  behind the terrace was waterlogged and as he
005:175,28['  ]| went down it slowly, choosing his steps amid heaps of wet
005:175,29['  ]| rubbish, he heard a mad nun screeching in$4$ the nuns' madhouse
005:175,30['  ]| beyond the wall.
005:175,31[W  ]| ~~ Jesus! O Jesus! Jesus!
005:175,32['  ]| He shook the sound out of his ears by$4$ an angry toss of his
005:175,33['  ]| head and hurried on$5$, stumbling through the mouldering offal,
005:175,34['  ]| his heart already bitten by$4$ an ache of loathing and bitterness.
005:175,35['  ]| His father's whistle, his mother's mutterings, the screech of an
005:175,36['  ]| unseen maniac were to$4$ him now so$5#1$ many voices offending and
005:176,01['  ]| threatening to$9$ humble the pride of his youth. He drove their
005:176,02['  ]| echoes even out of his heart with an execration: but, as he
005:176,03['  ]| walked down the avenue and felt the grey morning light falling
005:176,04['  ]| about him through the dripping trees and smelt the strange
005:176,05['  ]| wild smell of the wet leaves and bark, his soul was loosed of
005:176,06['  ]| her miseries.
005:176,07['  ]| The rainladen trees of the avenue evoked in$4$ him, as always,
005:176,08['  ]| memories of the girls and women in$4$ the plays of Gerhart*Hauptmann; 
005:176,09['  ]| and the memory of their pale sorrows and the
005:176,10['  ]| fragrance falling from the wet branches mingled in$4$ a mood of
005:176,11['  ]| quiet joy. His morning walk across the city had begun, and he
005:176,12['  ]| foreknew that$6#2$ as he passed the sloblands of Fairview he would
005:176,13['  ]| think of the cloistral silverveined prose of Newman, that$3$ as he
005:176,14['  ]| walked along the North*Strand*Road, glancing idly at the
005:176,15['  ]| windows of the provision shops, he would recall the dark
005:176,16['  ]| humour of Guido*Cavalcanti and smile, that$3$ as he went by$5$
005:176,17['  ]| Baird's stonecutting works in$4$ Talbot*Place the spirit of Ibsen
005:176,18['  ]| would blow through him like$4$ a keen wind, a spirit of wayward
005:176,19['  ]| boyish beauty, and that$3$ passing a grimy marinedealer's shop
005:176,20['  ]| beyond the Liffey he would repeat the song by$4$ Ben*Jonson
005:176,21['  ]| which$6#1$ begins:
005:176,22[Z  ]| \I was not wearier where I lay\.
005:176,23['  ]| His mind, when wearied of its search for$4$ the essence of
005:176,24['  ]| beauty amid the spectral words of Aristotle or Aquinas,
005:176,25['  ]| turned often for$4$ its pleasure to$4$ the dainty songs of the Elizabethans.
005:176,26['  ]| His mind, in$4$ the vesture of a doubting monk, stood
005:176,27['  ]| often in$4$ shadow under the windows of that$6#2$ age, to$9$ hear the
005:176,28['  ]| grave and mocking music of the lutenists or the frank laughter
005:176,29['  ]| of waistcoateers until a laugh too low, a phrase, tarnished by$4$
005:176,30['  ]| time, of chambering and false honour, stung his monkish pride
005:176,31['  ]| and drove him on$5$ from his lurkingplace.
005:176,32['  ]| The lore which$6#1$ he was believed to$9$ pass his days brooding
005:176,33['  ]| upon$4$ so$3$ that$3$ it had rapt him from the companionships of
005:176,34['  ]| youth was only a garner of slender sentences from Aristotle's
005:176,35['  ]| poetics and psychology and a \7Synopsis 7Philosophia*e Scholastica*e\
005:177,01['  ]| \7ad 7mentem 7divi 7Thoma*e\. His thinking was a dusk
005:177,02['  ]| of doubt and selfmistrust lit up$5$ at moments by$4$ the lightnings of
005:177,03['  ]| intuition, but lightnings of so$5#1$ clear a splendour that$3$ in$4$ those
005:177,04['  ]| moments the world perished about his feet as if it had been
005:177,05['  ]| fireconsumed: and thereafter his tongue grew heavy and he
005:177,06['  ]| met the eyes of others with unanswering eyes for$3$ he felt that$3$
005:177,07['  ]| the spirit of beauty had folded him round like$4$ a mantle and
005:177,08['  ]| that$3$ in$4$ revery at least he had been acquainted with nobility.
005:177,09['  ]| But, when this brief pride of silence upheld him no$2$ longer, he
005:177,10['  ]| was glad to$9$ find himself still in$4$ the midst of common lives,
005:177,11['  ]| passing on$4$ his way amid the squalor and noise and sloth of the
005:177,12['  ]| city fearlessly and with a light heart.
005:177,13['  ]| Near the hoardings on$4$ the canal he met the consumptive
005:177,14['  ]| man with the doll's face and the brimless hat coming towards
005:177,15['  ]| him down the slope of the bridge with little steps, tightly
005:177,16['  ]| buttoned into his chocolate overcoat,  and holding his furled
005:177,17['  ]| umbrella a span or two from him like$4$ a diviningrod. It must
005:177,18['  ]| be eleven, he thought, and peered into a dairy to$9$ see the time.
005:177,19['  ]| The clock in$4$ the dairy told him that$3$ it was five minutes to$4$ five
005:177,20['  ]| but, as he turned away, he heard a clock somewhere near him,
005:177,21['  ]| but unseen, beating eleven strokes in$4$ swift precision. He
005:177,22['  ]| laughed as he heard it for$3$ it made him think of MacCann and
005:177,23['  ]| he saw him a squat figure in$4$ a shooting jacket and breeches
005:177,24['  ]| and with a fair goatee, standing in$4$ the wind at Hopkins' corner,
005:177,25['  ]| and heard him say:
005:177,26[XX ]| ~~ Dedalus, you are an antisocial being, wrapped up$5$ in$4$
005:177,27[XX ]| yourself. I am not. I am a democrat: and I will$1$ work and act for$4$
005:177,28[XX ]| social liberty and equality among all classes and sexes in$4$ the
005:177,29[XX ]| United States of the Europe of the future.
005:177,30['  ]| Eleven! Then he was late for$4$ that$6#2$ lecture too. What day of
005:177,31['  ]| the week was it? He stopped at a newsagent's to$9$ read the
005:177,32['  ]| headline of a placard. Thursday.  Ten to$4$ eleven, English;
005:177,33['  ]| eleven to$4$ twelve, French;  twelve to$4$ one, physics. He fancied to$4$
005:177,34['  ]| himself the English lecture and felt, even at that$6#2$ distance,
005:177,35['  ]| restless and helpless. He saw the heads of his classmates
005:177,36['  ]| meekly bent as they wrote in$4$ their notebooks the points they
005:178,01['  ]| were bidden to$9$ note, nominal definitions, essential definitions
005:178,02['  ]| and examples or dates of birth or death, chief works, a favourable
005:178,03['  ]| and an unfavourable criticism side by$4$ side. His own
005:178,04['  ]| head was unbent for$3$ his thoughts wandered abroad and
005:178,05['  ]| whether he looked around the little class of students or out of
005:178,06['  ]| the window across the desolate gardens of the green an odour
005:178,07['  ]| assailed him of cheerless cellardamp and decay. Another head
005:178,08['  ]| than his, right before him in$4$ the first benches, was poised
005:178,09['  ]| squarely above its bending fellows like$4$ the head of a priest
005:178,10['  ]| appealing without humility to$4$ the tabernacle for$4$ the humble
005:178,11['  ]| worshippers about him. Why was it that$3$ when he thought of
005:178,12['  ]| Cranly he could never raise before his mind the entire image
005:178,13['  ]| of his body but only the image of the head and face? Even
005:178,14['  ]| now against the grey curtain of the morning he saw it before
005:178,15['  ]| him like$4$ the phantom of a dream, the face of a severed head or
005:178,16['  ]| deathmask, crowned on$4$ the brows by$4$ its stiff black upright
005:178,17['  ]| hair as by$4$ an iron crown. It was a priestlike face, priestlike in$4$
005:178,18['  ]| its pallor, in$4$ the widewinged nose, in$4$ the shadowings below the
005:178,19['  ]| eyes and along the jaws, priestlike in$4$ the lips that$6#1$ were long
005:178,20['  ]| and bloodless and faintly smiling: and Stephen, remembering
005:178,21['  ]| swiftly how he had told Cranly of all the tumults and unrest
005:178,22['  ]| and longings in$4$ his soul, day after day and night by$4$ night, only
005:178,23['  ]| to$9$ be answered by$4$ his friend's listening silence, would have
005:178,24['  ]| told himself that$3$ it was the face of a guilty priest who$6#1$ heard
005:178,25['  ]| confessions of those whom  he had not  power to$9$ absolve but
005:178,26['  ]| that$3$ he felt again in$4$ memory the gaze of its dark womanish
005:178,27['  ]| eyes.
005:178,28['  ]| Through this image he had a glimpse of a strange dark
005:178,29['  ]| cavern of speculation but at once turned away from it, feeling
005:178,30['  ]| that$3$ it was not yet the hour  to$9$ enter it. But the nightshade of
005:178,31['  ]| his friend's listlessness seemed to$9$ be diffusing in$4$ the air around
005:178,32['  ]| him a tenuous and deadly exhalation and he found himself
005:178,33['  ]| glancing from one casual word to$4$ another on$4$ his right or left
005:178,34['  ]| in$4$ stolid wonder that$3$ they had been so$5#1$ silently emptied of
005:178,35['  ]| instantaneous sense until every mean shop legend bound his
005:178,36['  ]| mind like$4$ the words of a spell and his soul shrivelled up$5$, sighing
005:179,01['  ]| with age as he walked on$5$ in$4$ a lane among heaps of dead
005:179,02['  ]| language. His own consciousness of language was ebbing from
005:179,03['  ]| his brain and trickling into the very words themselves which$6#1$
005:179,04['  ]| set to$9$ band and disband themselves in$4$ wayward rhythms:
005:179,05[XX ]| \The ivy whines upon$4$ the wall\
005:179,06[XX ]| \And whines and twines upon$4$ the wall\
005:179,07[XX ]| \The ivy whines upon$4$ the wall\
005:179,08[XX ]| \The yellow ivy on$4$ the wall\
005:179,09[XX ]| \Ivy, ivy up$4$ the wall\.
005:179,10@b   | Did any one ever hear such drivel? Lord Almighty! Who$6#2$
005:179,11@b   | ever heard of ivy whining on$4$ a wall? Yellow ivy: that$6#2$ was all
005:179,12@b   | right. Yellow ivory also. And what about ivory ivy?
005:179,13['  ]| The word now shone in$4$ his brain, clearer and brighter than
005:179,14['  ]| any ivory sawn from the mottled tusks of elephants. \Ivory\,
005:179,15['  ]| \ivoire,\ \avorio\, \7ebur\. One of the first examples that$6#1$ he had
005:179,16['  ]| learnt in$4$ Latin had run: \7India\ \7mittit\ \7ebur\; and he recalled the
005:179,17['  ]| shrewd northern face of the rector who$6#1$ had taught him to$9$
005:179,18['  ]| construe the Metamorphoses of Ovid in$4$ a courtly English,
005:179,19['  ]| made whimsical by$4$ the mention of porkers and potsherds and
005:179,20['  ]| chines of bacon. He had learnt what little he knew of the laws
005:179,21['  ]| of Latin verse from a ragged book written by$4$ a Portuguese
005:179,22['  ]| priest.
005:179,23[Z  ]| \7Contrahit\ \7orator\, \7variant\ \7in\ \7carmine\ \7vates\.
005:179,24['  ]| The crises and victories and secessions in$4$ Roman history were
005:179,25['  ]| handed on$5$ to$4$ him in$4$ the trite words \7in\ \7tanto\ \7discrimine\ and he
005:179,26['  ]| had tried to$9$ peer into the social life of the city of cities through
005:179,27['  ]| the words \7implere\ \7ollam\ \7denariorum\ which$6#1$ the rector had
005:179,28['  ]| rendered sonorously as the filling of a pot with denaries.  The
005:179,29['  ]| pages of his timeworn Horace never felt cold to$4$ the touch even
005:179,30['  ]| when his own fingers were cold:  they were human pages: and
005:179,31['  ]| fifty years before they had been turned by$4$ the human fingers
005:179,32['  ]| of John*Duncan*Inverarity and by$4$ his brother, William*Malcolm*Inverarity. 
005:179,33['  ]| Yes, those were noble names on$4$ the dusky
005:179,34['  ]| flyleaf and, even for$4$ so$5#1$ poor a Latinist as he, the dusky verses
005:180,01['  ]| were as fragrant as though they had lain all those years in$4$
005:180,02['  ]| myrtle and lavender and vervain; but yet it wounded him to$9$
005:180,03['  ]| think that$3$ he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the
005:180,04['  ]| world's culture and that$3$ the monkish learning, in$4$ terms of
005:180,05['  ]| which$6#1$ he was striving to$9$ forge out an esthetic philosophy, was
005:180,06['  ]| held no$2$ higher by$4$ the age he lived in$4$ than the subtle and
005:180,07['  ]| curious jargons of heraldry and falconry.
005:180,08['  ]| The grey block of Trinity on$4$ his left, set heavily in$4$ the city's
005:180,09['  ]| ignorance like$4$ a great dull stone set in$4$ a cumbrous ring, pulled
005:180,10['  ]| his mind downward; and while he was striving this way and
005:180,11['  ]| that$3$ to$9$ free his feet from the fetters of the reformed conscience
005:180,12['  ]| he came upon$4$ the droll statue of the national poet of Ireland.
005:180,13['  ]| He looked at it without anger: for$3$, though sloth of the body
005:180,14['  ]| and of the soul crept over it like$4$ unseen vermin, over the
005:180,15['  ]| shuffling feet and up$4$ the folds of the cloak and around the
005:180,16['  ]| servile head, it seemed humbly conscious of its indignity. It
005:180,17['  ]| was a Firbolg in$4$ the borrowed cloak of a Milesian; and he
005:180,18['  ]| thought of his friend Davin, the peasant student. It was a
005:180,19['  ]| jesting name between them but the young peasant bore with it
005:180,20['  ]| lightly saying:
005:180,21@bzd | ~~ Go on$5$, Stevie,  I have a hard head, you tell me. Call me
005:180,22@bzd | what you will$1$.
005:180,23['  ]| The homely version of his christian name on$4$ the lips of his
005:180,24['  ]| friend had touched Stephen pleasantly when first heard for$3$ he
005:180,25['  ]| was as formal in$4$ speech with others as they were with him.
005:180,26['  ]| Often, as he sat in$4$ Davin's rooms in$4$ Grantham*Street, wondering
005:180,27['  ]| at his friend's wellmade boots that$6#1$ flanked the wall pair by$4$
005:180,28['  ]| pair and repeating for$4$ his friend's simple ear the verses and
005:180,29['  ]| cadences of others which$6#1$ were the veils of his own longing and
005:180,30['  ]| dejection, the rude Firbolg mind of his listener had drawn his
005:180,31['  ]| mind towards it and flung it back again, drawing it by$4$ a quiet
005:180,32['  ]| inbred courtesy of attention or by$4$ a quaint turn of old English
005:180,33['  ]| speech or by$4$ the force of its delight in$4$ rude bodily skill ~~  for$3$
005:180,34['  ]| Davin had sat at the feet of Michael*Cusack, the Gael ~~ 
005:180,35['  ]| repelling swiftly and suddenly by$4$ a grossness of intelligence or
005:180,36['  ]| by$4$ a bluntness of feeling or by$4$ a dull stare of terror in$4$ the eyes,
005:181,01['  ]| the terror of soul of a starving Irish village in$4$ which$6#1$ the curfew
005:181,02['  ]| was still a nightly fear.
005:181,03['  ]| Side by$4$ side with his memory of the deeds of prowess of his
005:181,04['  ]| uncle Mat*Davin, the athlete, the young peasant worshipped
005:181,05['  ]| the sorrowful legend of Ireland. The gossip of his fellowstudents
005:181,06['  ]| which$6#1$ strove to$9$ render the flat life of the college
005:181,07['  ]| significant at any cost loved to$9$ think of him as a young fenian.
005:181,08['  ]| His nurse had taught him Irish and shaped his rude imagination
005:181,09['  ]| by$4$ the broken lights of Irish myth. He stood towards this
005:181,10['  ]| myth upon$4$ which$6#1$ no$2$ individual mind had ever drawn out a
005:181,11['  ]| line of beauty and to$4$ its unwieldy  tales that$6#1$ divided themselves
005:181,12['  ]| as they moved down the cycles in$4$ the same attitude as towards
005:181,13['  ]| the Roman catholic religion, the attitude of a dullwitted loyal
005:181,14['  ]| serf. Whatsoever of thought or of feeling came to$4$ him from
005:181,15['  ]| England or by$4$ way of English culture his mind stood armed
005:181,16['  ]| against in$4$ obedience to$4$ a password: and of the world that$6#1$ lay
005:181,17['  ]| beyond England he knew only the foreign legion of France in$4$
005:181,18['  ]| which$6#1$ he spoke of serving.
005:181,19['  ]| Coupling  this ambition with the young man's humour
005:181,20['  ]| Stephen had often called him one of the tame geese: and there
005:181,21['  ]| was even a point of irritation in$4$ the name pointed against that$6#2$
005:181,22['  ]| very reluctance of speech and deed in$4$ his friend which$6#1$ seemed
005:181,23['  ]| so$5#1$ often to$9$ stand between Stephen's mind, eager of speculation,
005:181,24['  ]| and the hidden ways of Irish life.
005:181,25['  ]| One night the young peasant, his spirit stung by$4$ the violent
005:181,26['  ]| or luxurious language in$4$ which$6#1$ Stephen escaped from the cold
005:181,27['  ]| silence of intellectual revolt, had called up$5$ before Stephen's
005:181,28['  ]| mind a strange vision. The two were walking slowly towards
005:181,29['  ]| Davin's room through the dark narrow streets of the poorer
005:181,30['  ]| jews.
005:181,31[ZD ]| ~~ A thing happened to$4$ myself, Stevie, last autumn, coming
005:181,32[ZD ]| on$4$ winter, and I never told it to$4$ a living soul and you are the
005:181,33[ZD ]| first person now I ever told it to$4$. I disremember if it was
005:181,34[ZD ]| October or November. It was October because it was before  I
005:181,35[ZD ]| came up$4$ here to$9$ join the matriculation class.
005:181,36['  ]| Stephen had turned his smiling eyes towards his friend's
005:182,01['  ]| face, flattered by$4$ his confidence and won over to$4$ sympathy by$4$
005:182,02['  ]| the speaker's simple accent.
005:182,03[ZD ]| ~~ I was away all that$6#2$ day from my own place over in$4$ Buttevant
005:182,04[ZD ]| ~~ I do not know if you know where that$6#2$ is ~~  at a hurling
005:182,05[ZD ]| match between the Croke's Own Boys and the Fearless
005:182,06[ZD ]| Thurles and by$4$ God, Stevie, that$6#2$ was the hard fight. My first
005:182,07[ZD ]| cousin, Fonsy*Davin, was stripped to$4$ his buff that$6#2$ day minding
005:182,08[ZD ]| cool for$4$ the Limericks but he was up$5$ with the forwards half
005:182,09[ZD ]| the time and shouting like$4$ mad. I never will$1$ forget that$6#2$ day.
005:182,10[ZD ]| One of the Crokes made a woeful wipe at him one time with
005:182,11[ZD ]| his camaun and I declare to$4$ God he was within an aim's ace of
005:182,12[ZD ]| getting it at the side of the temple. Oh, honest to$4$ God, if the
005:182,13[ZD ]| crook of it caught him that$6#2$ time he was done for$5$.
005:182,14[B  ]| ~~ I am glad he escaped,
005:182,14['  ]| Stephen had said with a laugh, 
005:182,14[B  ]| but
005:182,15[B  ]| surely that$6#2$ is not the strange thing  that$6#1$ happened you?
005:182,16[ZD ]| ~~ Well, I suppose that$6#2$ does not interest you but leastways
005:182,17[ZD ]| there was such noise after the match that$3$ I missed the train
005:182,18[ZD ]| home and I could not get any kind of a yoke to$9$ give me a lift for$3$,
005:182,19[ZD ]| as luck would have it, there was a mass meeting that$6#2$ same day
005:182,20[ZD ]| over in$4$ Castletownroche and all the cars in$4$ the country were
005:182,21[ZD ]| there. So$3$ there was nothing for$4$ it only to$9$ stay the night or to$9$
005:182,22[ZD ]| foot it out. Well, I started to$9$ walk and on$5$ I went and it was
005:182,23[ZD ]| coming on$4$ night when I got into the Ballyhoura hills; that$6#2$ is
005:182,24[ZD ]| better than ten miles from Kilmallock and there is a long lonely
005:182,25[ZD ]| road after that$6#2$.  You would not see the sign of a christian house
005:182,26[ZD ]| along the road or hear a sound. It was pitch dark almost. Once
005:182,27[ZD ]| or twice I stopped by$4$ the way under a bush to$9$ redden my pipe
005:182,28[ZD ]| and only for$3$ the dew was thick I would have stretched out there
005:182,29[ZD ]| and slept. At last, after a bend of the road, I spied a little
005:182,30[ZD ]| cottage with a light in$4$ the window. I went up$5$ and knocked at
005:182,31[ZD ]| the door. A voice asked who$6#1$ was there and I answered I was
005:182,32[ZD ]| over at the match in$4$ Buttevant and was walking back and that$3$
005:182,33[ZD ]| I would be thankful for$4$ a glass of water. After a while a young
005:182,34[ZD ]| woman opened the door and brought me out a big mug of
005:182,35[ZD ]| milk. She was half undressed as if she was going to$4$ bed when I
005:182,36[ZD ]| knocked and she had her hair hanging; and I thought by$4$ her
005:183,01[ZD ]| figure and by$4$ something in$4$ the look of her eyes that$6#1$ she must
005:183,02[ZD ]| be carrying a child. She kept me in$4$ talk a long while at the
005:183,03[ZD ]| door and I thought it strange because her breast and her
005:183,04[ZD ]| shoulders were bare. She asked me was I tired and would I
005:183,05[ZD ]| like$1$ to$9$ stop the night there. She said she was all alone in$4$ the
005:183,06[ZD ]| house and that$3$ her husband had gone that$6#2$ morning to$4$ Queenstown
005:183,07[ZD ]| with his sister to$9$ see her off. And all the time she was
005:183,08[ZD ]| talking, Stevie,  she had her eyes fixed on$4$ my face and she
005:183,09[ZD ]| stood so$5#1$ close to$4$ me I could hear her breathing. When I
005:183,10[ZD ]| handed her back the mug at last she took my hand to$9$ draw me
005:183,11[ZD ]| in$5$ over the threshold  and said: 
005:183,11[X  ]| \Come\ \in$5$\ \and\ \stay\ \the\ \night\
005:183,12[X  ]| \here\. \You have\ \no$2$\ \call\ \to$9$\ \be\ \frightened\. \There is\ \no$2$\ \one\ \in$4$\ \it\ \but\
005:183,13[X  ]| \ourselves\ 
005:183,13[ZD ]| ~~~ I did not go in$5$, Stevie.  I thanked her and went
005:183,14[ZD ]| on$4$ my way again, all in$4$ a fever. At the first bend of the road I
005:183,15[ZD ]| looked back and she was standing at the door.
005:183,16['  ]| The last words of Davin's story sang in$4$ his memory and the
005:183,17['  ]| figure of the woman in$4$ the story stood forth, reflected in$4$ other
005:183,18['  ]| figures of the peasant women whom he had seen standing in$4$
005:183,19['  ]| the doorways at Clane as the college cars drove by$5$, as a type
005:183,20['  ]| of her race and his own, a batlike soul waking to$4$ the consciousness
005:183,21['  ]| of itself in$4$ darkness and secrecy and loneliness and,
005:183,22['  ]| through the eyes and voice and gesture of a woman without
005:183,23['  ]| guile, calling the stranger to$4$ her bed.
005:183,24['  ]| A hand was laid on$4$ his arm and a young voice cried:
005:183,25[W  ]| ~~ Ah, gentleman, your own girl, sir! The first handsel
005:183,26[W  ]| today, gentleman. Buy  that$6#2$ lovely bunch. Will$1$ you, gentleman?
005:183,27['  ]| The blue flowers which$6#1$ she lifted towards him and her
005:183,28['  ]| young blue eyes seemed to$4$ him at that$6#2$ instant images of guilelessness;
005:183,29['  ]| and he halted till the image had vanished and he saw
005:183,30['  ]| only her ragged dress and damp coarse hair and  hoydenish
005:183,31['  ]| face.
005:183,32[W  ]| ~~ Do, gentleman! Do not forget your own girl, sir!
005:183,33[B  ]| ~~ I have no$2$ money,
005:183,33['  ]| said Stephen.
005:183,34[W  ]| ~~ Buy them lovely ones, will$1$ you, sir? Only a penny.
005:183,35[B  ]| ~~ Did you hear what I said?
005:183,35['  ]| asked Stephen, bending towards
005:183,36['  ]| her.
005:183,36[B  ]| I told you I had no$2$ money. I tell you again now.
005:184,01[W  ]| ~~ Well, sure, you will$1$ some day, sir, please God, 
005:184,01['  ]| the girl
005:184,02['  ]| answered after an instant.
005:184,03[B  ]| ~~ Possibly,
005:184,03['  ]| said Stephen,
005:184,03[B  ]| but I do not think it likely.
005:184,04['  ]| He left her quickly, fearing that$3$ her intimacy might turn to$4$
005:184,05['  ]| gibing and wishing to$9$ be out of the way before she offered her
005:184,06['  ]| ware to$4$ another, a tourist from England or a student of Trinity.
005:184,07['  ]| Grafton*Street, along which$6#1$ he walked, prolonged that$6#2$
005:184,08['  ]| moment of discouraged poverty. In$4$ the roadway at the head of
005:184,09['  ]| the street a slab was set to$4$ the memory of Wolfe*Tone and he
005:184,10['  ]| remembered having been present with his father at its laying.
005:184,11['  ]| He remembered with bitterness that$6#2$ scene of tawdry tribute.
005:184,12['  ]| There were four French delegates in$4$ a brake and one, a plump
005:184,13['  ]| smiling young man, held, wedged on$4$ a stick, a card on$4$ which$6#1$
005:184,14['  ]| were printed the words: 
005:184,14[Z  ]| \Vive\ \l'Irlande\!
005:184,15['  ]| But the trees in$4$ Stephen's*Green were fragrant of rain and
005:184,16['  ]| the rainsodden earth gave forth its mortal odour, a faint
005:184,17['  ]| incense rising upward through the mould from many hearts.
005:184,18['  ]| The soul of the gallant venal city which$6#1$ his elders had told him
005:184,19['  ]| of had shrunk with time to$4$ a faint mortal odour rising from the
005:184,20['  ]| earth and he knew that$3$ in$4$ a moment when he entered the
005:184,21['  ]| sombre college he would be conscious of a corruption other
005:184,22['  ]| than that$6#2$ of Buck*Egan and Burnchapel*Whaley.
005:184,23['  ]| It was too late to$9$ go upstairs to$4$ the French class. He
005:184,24['  ]| crossed the hall and took the corridor to$4$ the left which$6#1$ led to$4$
005:184,25['  ]| the physics theatre. The corridor was dark and silent but not
005:184,26['  ]| unwatchful. Why did he feel that$3$ it was not unwatchful? Was
005:184,27['  ]| it because he had heard that$3$ in$4$ Buck*Whaley's time there was
005:184,28['  ]| a secret staircase there? Or was the jesuit house extraterritorial
005:184,29['  ]| and was he walking among aliens? The Ireland of Tone
005:184,30['  ]| and of Parnell seemed to$9$ have receded in$4$ space.
005:184,31['  ]| He opened the door of the theatre and halted in$4$ the chilly
005:184,32['  ]| grey light that$6#1$ struggled through the dusty windows. A figure
005:184,33['  ]| was crouching before the large grate and by$4$ its leanness and
005:184,34['  ]| greyness he knew that$3$ it was the dean*of*studies lighting the
005:184,35['  ]| fire. Stephen closed the door quietly and approached the
005:184,36['  ]| fireplace.
005:185,01[B  ]| ~~ Good morning, sir! Can I help you?
005:185,02['  ]| The priest looked up$5$ quickly and said:
005:185,03[ZE ]| ~~ One moment now, Mr*Dedalus, and you will$1$ see. There
005:185,04[ZE ]| is an art in$4$ lighting a fire. We have the liberal arts and we have
005:185,05[ZE ]| the useful arts. This is one of the useful arts.
005:185,06[B  ]| ~~ I will$1$ try to$9$ learn it, 
005:185,06['  ]| said Stephen.
005:185,07[ZE ]| ~~ Not too much coal, 
005:185,07['  ]| said the dean, working briskly at his
005:185,08['  ]| task,
005:185,08[ZE ]| that$6#2$ is one of the secrets.
005:185,09['  ]| He produced four candlebutts from the sidepockets of his
005:185,10['  ]| soutane and placed them deftly among the coals and twisted
005:185,11['  ]| papers. Stephen watched him in$4$ silence. Kneeling thus on$4$ the
005:185,12['  ]| flagstone to$9$ kindle the fire and busied with the disposition of
005:185,13['  ]| his wisps of paper and candlebutts he seemed more than ever
005:185,14['  ]| a humble server making ready the place of sacrifice in$4$ an
005:185,15['  ]| empty temple, a levite of the Lord. Like$4$ a levite's robe of
005:185,16['  ]| plain linen the faded worn soutane draped the kneeling figure
005:185,17['  ]| of one whom the canonicals or the  bellbordered ephod would
005:185,18['  ]| irk and trouble. His very body had waxed old in$4$ lowly service
005:185,19['  ]| of the Lord ~~  in$4$ tending the fire upon$4$ the altar, in$4$ bearing
005:185,20['  ]| tidings secretly, in$4$ waiting upon$4$ worldlings, in$4$ striking swiftly
005:185,21['  ]| when bidden ~~ and yet had remained ungraced by$4$ aught of
005:185,22['  ]| saintly or of prelatic beauty. Nay, his very soul had waxed old
005:185,23['  ]| in$4$ that$6#2$ service without growing towards light and beauty or
005:185,24['  ]| spreading abroad a sweet odour of her sanctity ~~ a mortified
005:185,25['  ]| will$1$ no$2$ more responsive to$4$ the thrill of its obedience than was
005:185,26['  ]| to$4$ the thrill of love or combat his aging body, spare and sinewy,
005:185,27['  ]| greyed with a silverpointed down.
005:185,28['  ]| The dean rested back on$4$ his hunkers and watched the sticks
005:185,29['  ]| catch. Stephen, to$9$ fill the silence, said:
005:185,30[B  ]| ~~ I am sure I could not light a fire.
005:185,31[ZE ]| ~~ You are an artist, are you not, Mr*Dedalus? 
005:185,31['  ]| said the
005:185,32['  ]| dean, glancing up$5$ and blinking his pale eyes. 
005:185,32[ZE ]| The object of the
005:185,33[ZE ]| artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is
005:185,34[ZE ]| another question.
005:185,35['  ]| He rubbed his hands slowly and drily over the difficulty.
005:185,36[ZE ]| ~~ Can you solve that$6#2$ question now? 
005:185,36['  ]| he asked.
005:186,01[B  ]| ~~ Aquinas,
005:186,01['  ]| answered Stephen, 
005:186,01[B  ]| says \7Pulcra\ \7sunt\ \7qua*e\ \7visa\
005:186,02[B  ]| \7placent\.
005:186,03[ZE ]| ~~ This fire before us,
005:186,03['  ]| said the dean,
005:186,03[ZE ]| will$1$ be pleasing to$4$ the
005:186,04[ZE ]| eye. Will$1$ it therefore be beautiful?
005:186,05[B  ]| ~~ In$4$ so$5#1$ far as it is apprehended by$4$ the sight, which$6#1$ I suppose
005:186,06[B  ]| means here esthetic intellection, it will$1$ be beautiful. But
005:186,07[B  ]| Aquinas also says \7Bonum\ \7est\ \7in\ \7quod\ \7tendit\ \7appetitus\. In$4$ so$5#1$
005:186,08[B  ]| far as it satisfies the animal craving for$4$ warmth fire is a good.
005:186,09[B  ]| In$4$ hell however it is an evil.
005:186,10[ZE ]| ~~ Quite so$5#2$,
005:186,10['  ]| said the dean, 
005:186,10[ZE ]| you have certainly hit the nail on$4$
005:186,11[ZE ]| the head.
005:186,12['  ]| He rose nimbly and went towards the door, set it ajar and
005:186,13['  ]| said:
005:186,14[ZE ]| ~~ A draught is said to$9$ be a help in$4$ these matters.
005:186,15['  ]| As he came back to$4$ the hearth, limping slightly but with a
005:186,16['  ]| brisk step, Stephen saw the silent soul of a jesuit look out at
005:186,17['  ]| him from the pale loveless eyes. Like$4$ Ignatius he was lame but
005:186,18['  ]| in$4$ his eyes burned no$2$ spark of Ignatius' enthusiasm. Even the
005:186,19['  ]| legendary craft of the company, a craft subtler and more
005:186,20['  ]| secret than its fabled books of secret subtle wisdom, had not
005:186,21['  ]| fired his soul with the energy of apostleship. It seemed as if
005:186,22['  ]| he used the shifts and lore and cunning of the world, as bidden
005:186,23['  ]| to$9$ do, for$4$ the greater glory of God, without joy in$4$ their
005:186,24['  ]| handling or hatred of that$6#2$ in$4$ them which$6#1$ was evil but turning
005:186,25['  ]| them, with a firm gesture of obedience, back upon$4$ themselves:
005:186,26['  ]| and for$4$ all this silent service it seemed as if he loved not at all
005:186,27['  ]| the master and little, if at all, the ends he served. \7Similiter\
005:186,28['  ]| \7atque\ \7senis\ \7baculus\, he was, as the founder would have had
005:186,29['  ]| him, like$4$ a staff in$4$ an old man's hand, to$9$ be left in$4$ a corner, to$9$
005:186,30['  ]| be leaned on$5$ in$4$ the road at nightfall or in$4$ stress of weather,  to$9$
005:186,31['  ]| lie with a lady's nosegay on$4$ a garden seat, to$9$ be raised in$4$
005:186,32['  ]| menace.
005:186,33['  ]| The dean returned to$4$ the hearth and began to$9$ stroke his
005:186,34['  ]| chin.
005:186,35[ZE ]| ~~ When may we expect to$9$ have something from you on$4$ the
005:186,36[ZE ]| esthetic question? 
005:186,36['  ]| he asked.
005:187,01[B  ]| ~~ From me!
005:187,01['  ]| said Stephen in$4$ astonishment.
005:187,01[B  ]| I stumble on$4$  an
005:187,02[B  ]| idea once a fortnight if I am lucky.
005:187,03[ZE ]| ~~ These questions are very profound, Mr*Dedalus, 
005:187,03['  ]| said the
005:187,04['  ]| dean.
005:187,04[ZE ]| It is like$4$ looking down from the cliffs of Moher into the
005:187,05[ZE ]| depths. Many go down into the depths and never come up$5$.
005:187,06[ZE ]| Only the trained diver can go down into those depths and
005:187,07[ZE ]| explore them and come to$4$ the surface again.
005:187,08[B  ]| ~~ If you mean speculation, sir,
005:187,08['  ]| said Stephen,
005:187,08[B  ]| I also am sure
005:187,09[B  ]| that$3$ there is no$2$ such thing  as free thinking inasmuch as all
005:187,10[B  ]| thinking must be bound by$4$ its own laws.
005:187,11[ZE ]| ~~ Ha!
005:187,12[B  ]| ~~ For$4$ my purpose I can work on$5$ at present by$4$ the light of
005:187,13[B  ]| one or two ideas of Aristotle and Aquinas.
005:187,14[ZE ]| ~~ I see. I quite see your point.
005:187,15[B  ]| ~~ I need them only for$4$ my own use and guidance until I
005:187,16[B  ]| have done something for$4$ myself by$4$ their light. If the lamp
005:187,17[B  ]| smokes or smells I shall try to$9$ trim it. If it does not give light
005:187,18[B  ]| enough I shall sell it and buy another.
005:187,19[ZE ]| ~~ Epictetus also had a lamp, 
005:187,19['  ]| said the dean, 
005:187,19[ZE ]| which$6#1$ was sold
005:187,20[ZE ]| for$4$ a fancy price after his death. It was the lamp he wrote his
005:187,21[ZE ]| philosophical dissertations by$5$. You know Epictetus?
005:187,22[B  ]| ~~ An old gentleman,
005:187,22['  ]| said Stephen coarsely, 
005:187,22[B  ]| who$6#1$ said that$3$
005:187,23[B  ]| the soul is very like$4$ a bucketful of water.
005:187,24[ZE ]| ~~ He tells us in$4$ his homely way,
005:187,24['  ]| the dean went on$5$, 
005:187,24[ZE ]| that$3$
005:187,25[ZE ]| he put an iron lamp before a statue of one of the gods and that$3$
005:187,26[ZE ]| a thief stole the lamp. What did the philosopher do? He reflected
005:187,27[ZE ]| that$3$ it was in$4$ the character of a thief to$9$ steal and
005:187,28[ZE ]| determined to$9$ buy an earthen lamp next day instead of the
005:187,29[ZE ]| iron lamp.
005:187,30['  ]| A smell  of molten  tallow came up$5$ from the dean's candle-butts
005:187,31['  ]| and fused itself in$4$ Stephen's consciousness with the
005:187,32['  ]| jingle of the words, bucket and lamp and lamp and bucket. The
005:187,33['  ]| priest's voice too had a hard jingling tone. Stephen's mind
005:187,34['  ]| halted by$4$ instinct, checked by$4$ the strange tone and the  imagery
005:187,35['  ]| and by$4$ the priest's face which$6#1$ seemed like$4$ an unlit lamp
005:187,36['  ]| or a reflector  hung in$4$ a false focus. What lay behind it or
005:188,01['  ]| within it? A dull torpor of the soul or the dullness of the
005:188,02['  ]| thundercloud, charged with intellection and capable of the
005:188,03['  ]| gloom of God?
005:188,04[B  ]| ~~ I meant a different kind of lamp, sir,
005:188,04['  ]| said Stephen.
005:188,05[ZE ]| ~~ Undoubtedly, 
005:188,05['  ]| said the dean.
005:188,06[B  ]| ~~ One difficulty,
005:188,06['  ]| said Stephen, 
005:188,06[B  ]| in$4$ esthetic discussion is to$9$
005:188,07[B  ]| know whether words are being used according to$4$ the literary
005:188,08[B  ]| tradition or according to$4$ the tradition of the marketplace. I
005:188,09[B  ]| remember a sentence of Newman's in$4$ which$6#1$ he says of the
005:188,10[B  ]| Blessed*Virgin that$3$ she was detained in$4$ the full company of the
005:188,11[B  ]| saints. The use of the word in$4$ the marketplace is quite
005:188,12[B  ]| different. 
005:188,12[B  ]| \I\ \hope\ \I\ \am\ \not\ \detaining\ \you\.
005:188,13[ZE ]| ~~ Not in$4$ the least,
005:188,13['  ]| said the dean politely.
005:188,14[B  ]| ~~ No$7$, no$7$,
005:188,14['  ]| said Stephen, smiling,
005:188,14[B  ]| I mean ~~~
005:188,15[ZE ]| ~~ Yes, yes: I see, 
005:188,15['  ]| said the dean quickly, 
005:188,15[ZE ]| I quite catch the
005:188,16[ZE ]| point: \detain\.
005:188,17['  ]| He thrust forward his under jaw and uttered a dry short
005:188,18['  ]| cough.
005:188,19[ZE ]| ~~ To$9$ return to$4$ the lamp, 
005:188,19['  ]| he said,
005:188,19[ZE ]| the feeding of it is also a
005:188,20[ZE ]| nice problem. You must choose the pure oil and you must be
005:188,21[ZE ]| careful when you pour it in$5$ not to$9$ overflow it, not to$9$ pour in$5$
005:188,22[ZE ]| more than the funnel can hold.
005:188,23[B  ]| ~~ What funnel? 
005:188,23['  ]| asked Stephen.
005:188,24[ZE ]| ~~ The funnel through which$6#1$ you pour the  oil into your
005:188,25[ZE ]| lamp.
005:188,26[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$? 
005:188,26['  ]| said Stephen. 
005:188,26[B  ]| Is that$6#2$ called a funnel? Is it not a
005:188,27[B  ]| tundish?
005:188,28[ZE ]| ~~ What is a tundish?
005:188,29[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$. The ~~~ the funnel.
005:188,30[ZE ]| ~~ Is that$6#2$ called a tundish in$4$ Ireland? 
005:188,30['  ]| asked the dean. 
005:188,30[ZE ]| I
005:188,31[ZE ]| never heard the word in$4$ my life.
005:188,32[B  ]| ~~ It is called a tundish in$4$ Lower*Drumcondra,
005:188,32['  ]| said Stephen
005:188,33['  ]| laughing,
005:188,33[B  ]| where they speak the best English.
005:188,34[ZE ]| ~~ A tundish,
005:188,34['  ]| said the dean reflectively.
005:188,34[ZE ]| That$6#2$ is a most
005:188,35[ZE ]| interesting word. I must look that$6#2$ word up$5$. Upon$4$ my word I
005:188,36[ZE ]| must.
005:188,37['  ]| His courtesy of manner rang a little false, and Stephen
005:189,01['  ]| looked at the English convert with the same eyes as the elder
005:189,02['  ]| brother in$4$ the parable may have turned on$4$ the prodigal. A
005:189,03['  ]| humble follower in$4$ the wake of clamorous conversions,  a
005:189,04['  ]| poor Englishman in$4$ Ireland, he seemed to$9$ have entered on$4$ the
005:189,05['  ]| stage of jesuit history when that$6#2$ strange play of intrigue and
005:189,06['  ]| suffering and envy and struggle and indignity had been all but
005:189,07['  ]| given through ~~ a late comer, a tardy spirit.  From what had he
005:189,08['  ]| set out? Perhaps he had been born and bred among serious
005:189,09['  ]| dissenters, seeing salvation in$4$ Jesus only and abhorring the
005:189,10['  ]| vain pomps of the establishment. Had he felt the need of an
005:189,11['  ]| implicit faith amid the welter of sectarianism and the jargon of
005:189,12['  ]| its turbulent schisms, six principle men, peculiar people, seed
005:189,13['  ]| and snake baptists, supralapsarian dogmatists? Had he found
005:189,14['  ]| the true church all of a sudden in$4$ winding up$5$ to$4$ the end like$4$
005:189,15['  ]| a reel of cotton some finespun line of reasoning upon$4$ insufflation
005:189,16['  ]| or the imposition of hands or the procession of the
005:189,17['  ]| Holy*Ghost? Or had Lord Christ touched him and bidden him
005:189,18['  ]| follow, like$4$ that$6#2$ disciple who$6#1$ had sat at the receipt of custom,
005:189,19['  ]| as he sat by$4$ the door of some zincroofed chapel, yawning and
005:189,20['  ]| telling over his church pence?
005:189,21['  ]| The dean repeated the word yet again.
005:189,22[ZE ]| ~~ Tundish! Well now, that$6#2$ is interesting!
005:189,23[B  ]| ~~ The question you asked me a moment ago seems to$4$ me
005:189,24[B  ]| more interesting. What is that$6#2$ beauty which$6#1$ the artist struggles
005:189,25[B  ]| to$9$ express from lumps of earth,
005:189,25['  ]| said Stephen coldly.
005:189,26['  ]| The little word seemed to$9$ have turned a rapier point of his
005:189,27['  ]| sensitiveness against this courteous and vigilant foe. He felt
005:189,28['  ]| with a smart of dejection that$3$ the man to$4$ whom he was speaking
005:189,29['  ]| was a countryman of Ben*Jonson. He thought:
005:189,30@b   | ~~ The language in$4$ which$6#1$ we are speaking is his before it is
005:189,31@b   | mine. How different are the words \home,\ \Christ\, \ale\, \master\,
005:189,32@b   | on$4$ his lips and on$4$ mine! I cannot speak or write these words
005:189,33@b   | without unrest of spirit. His language, so$5#1$ familiar and so$5#1$
005:189,34@b   | foreign, will$1$ always be for$4$ me an acquired speech. I have not
005:189,35@b   | made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My
005:189,36@b   | soul frets in$4$ the shadow of his language.
005:189,37[ZE ]| ~~ And to$9$ distinguish between the beautiful and the sublime,
005:190,01['  ]| the dean added.
005:190,01[ZE ]| To$9$ distinguish between moral beauty and
005:190,02[ZE ]| material beauty. And to$9$ inquire what kind of  beauty is proper
005:190,03[ZE ]| to$4$ each of the various arts. These are some interesting points
005:190,04[ZE ]| we might take up$5$.
005:190,05['  ]| Stephen, disheartened suddenly by$4$ the dean's firm dry tone,
005:190,06['  ]| was silent. The dean also was silent: and through the silence a
005:190,07['  ]| distant noise of many boots and confused voices came up$4$ the
005:190,08['  ]| staircase.
005:190,09[ZE ]| ~~ In$4$ pursuing  these speculations,
005:190,09['  ]| said the dean conclusively,
005:190,10[ZE ]| there is however the danger of perishing of inanition.
005:190,11[ZE ]| First you must take your degree. Set that$6#2$ before you as your
005:190,12[ZE ]| first aim. Then little by$4$ little, you will$1$ see your way. I mean in$4$
005:190,13[ZE ]| every sense, your way in$4$ life and in$4$ thinking. It may be uphill
005:190,14[ZE ]| pedalling at first. Take Mr*Moonan. He was a long time before
005:190,15[ZE ]| he got to$4$ the top. But he got there.
005:190,16[B  ]| ~~ I may not have his talent,
005:190,16['  ]| said Stephen quietly.
005:190,17[ZE ]| ~~ You never know,
005:190,17['  ]| said the dean brightly. 
005:190,17[ZE ]| We never can
005:190,18[ZE ]| say what is in$4$ us. I most certainly should not be despondent.
005:190,19[ZE ]| \7Per\ \7aspera\ \7ad\ \7astra\.
005:190,20['  ]| He left the hearth quickly and went towards the landing to$9$
005:190,21['  ]| oversee the arrival of the first arts' class.
005:190,22['  ]| Leaning against the fireplace Stephen heard him greet
005:190,23['  ]| briskly and impartially every student of the class and could
005:190,24['  ]| almost see the frank smiles of the coarser students. A desolating
005:190,25['  ]| pity began to$9$ fall like$4$ a dew upon$4$ his easily embittered
005:190,26['  ]| heart for$4$ this faithful servingman of the knightly Loyola, for$4$
005:190,27['  ]| this halfbrother of the clergy, more venal than they in$4$ speech,
005:190,28['  ]| more steadfast of soul than they, one whom he would never
005:190,29['  ]| call his ghostly father: and he thought how this man and his
005:190,30['  ]| companions had earned the name of worldlings at the hands
005:190,31['  ]| not of the unworldly only but of the worldly also for$4$ having
005:190,32['  ]| pleaded, during all their history, at the bar of God's justice for$4$
005:190,33['  ]| the souls of the lax and the lukewarm and the prudent.
005:190,34['  ]| The entry of the professor was signalled by$4$ a few rounds of
005:190,35['  ]| Kentish fire from the heavy boots of those students who$6#1$ sat on$4$
005:190,36['  ]| the highest tier of the gloomy theatre under the grey cobwebbed
005:191,01['  ]| windows. The calling of the roll began and the responses
005:191,02['  ]| to$4$ the names were given out in$4$ all tones until the name
005:191,03['  ]| of Peter*Byrne was reached.
005:191,04[V  ]| ~~ Here!
005:191,05['  ]| A deep base note in$4$ response came from the upper tier,
005:191,06['  ]| followed by$4$ coughs of protest along the other benches.
005:191,07['  ]| The professor paused in$4$ his reading and called the next
005:191,08['  ]| name:
005:191,09[V  ]| ~~ Cranly!
005:191,10['  ]| No$2$ answer.
005:191,11[V  ]| ~~ Mr*Cranly!
005:191,12['  ]| A smile flew across Stephen's face as he thought of his
005:191,13['  ]| friend's studies.
005:191,14[V  ]| ~~ Try Leopardstown!
005:191,14['  ]| said a voice from the bench behind.
005:191,15['  ]| Stephen glanced up$5$ quickly but Moynihan's snoutish face,
005:191,16['  ]| outlined on$4$ the grey light, was impassive. A formula was given
005:191,17['  ]| out. Amid the rustling of the notebooks Stephen turned back
005:191,18['  ]| again and said:
005:191,19[B  ]| ~~ Give me some paper for$4$ God's sake.
005:191,20[V  ]| ~~ Are you as bad as that$6#2$?
005:191,20['  ]| asked Moynihan with a broad
005:191,21['  ]| grin.
005:191,22['  ]| He tore a sheet from his scribbler and passed it down,
005:191,23['  ]| whispering:
005:191,24[V  ]| ~~ In$4$ case of necessity any layman or woman can do it.
005:191,25['  ]| The formula which$6#1$ he wrote obediently on$4$ the sheet of
005:191,26['  ]| paper, the coiling and uncoiling calculations of the professor,
005:191,27['  ]| the spectrelike symbols of force and velocity fascinated and
005:191,28['  ]| jaded Stephen's mind. He had heard some say that$3$ the old
005:191,29['  ]| professor was an atheist freemason. O the grey dull day! It
005:191,30['  ]| seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness through
005:191,31['  ]| which$6#1$ souls of mathematicians might wander, projecting long
005:191,32['  ]| slender fabrics from plane to$4$ plane of ever rarer and paler
005:191,33['  ]| twilight, radiating swift eddies to$4$ the last verges of a universe
005:191,34['  ]| ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.
005:191,35[V  ]| ~~ So$3$ we must distinguish between elliptical and ellipsoidal.
005:191,36[V  ]| Perhaps some of you gentlemen may be familiar with the
005:192,01[V  ]| works of Mr*W%*S%*Gilbert. In$4$ one of his songs he speaks of
005:192,02[V  ]| the billiard sharp who$6#1$ is condemned to$9$ play:
005:192,03[Z  ]| \On$4$ a cloth untrue\
005:192,04[Z  ]| \With a twisted cue\
005:192,05[Z  ]| \And elliptical billiard balls\.
005:192,06[V  ]| ~~ He means a ball having the form of the ellipsoid of the
005:192,07[V  ]| principal axes of which$6#1$ I spoke a moment ago.
005:192,08['  ]| Moynihan leaned down towards Stephen's ear and murmured:
005:192,09[V  ]| ~~ What price ellipsoidal balls! Chase me, ladies, I am in$4$ the
005:192,10[V  ]| cavalry!
005:192,11['  ]| His fellowstudent's rude humour ran like$4$ a gust through the
005:192,12['  ]| cloister of Stephen's mind, shaking into gay life limp priestly
005:192,13['  ]| vestments that$6#1$ hung upon$4$ the walls, setting them to$9$ sway and
005:192,14['  ]| caper in$4$ a sabbath of misrule. The forms of the community
005:192,15['  ]| emerged from the gustblown vestments, the dean*of*studies,
005:192,16['  ]| the portly florid bursar with his cap of grey hair, the president,
005:192,17['  ]| the little priest with feathery hair who$6#1$ wrote devout verses, the
005:192,18['  ]| squat peasant form of the professor of economics, the tall
005:192,19['  ]| form of the young professor of mental science discussing on$4$
005:192,20['  ]| the landing a case of conscience with his class like$4$ a giraffe
005:192,21['  ]| cropping high leafage among a herd of antelopes, the grave
005:192,22['  ]| troubled prefect of the sodality, the plump roundheaded
005:192,23['  ]| professor of Italian with his rogue's eyes. They came ambling
005:192,24['  ]| and stumbling, tumbling and capering, kilting their gowns for$4$
005:192,25['  ]| leap frog, holding one another back, shaken with deep fast
005:192,26['  ]| laughter, smacking one another behind and laughing at their
005:192,27['  ]| rude malice, calling to$4$ one another by$4$ familiar nicknames,
005:192,28['  ]| protesting  with sudden dignity at some rough usage, whispering
005:192,29['  ]| two and two behind their hands.
005:192,30['  ]| The professor had gone to$4$ the glass cases on$4$ the sidewall
005:192,31['  ]| from a shelf of which$6#1$ he took down a set of coils, blew away
005:192,32['  ]| the dust from many points and, bearing it carefully to$4$ the
005:192,33['  ]| table, held a finger on$4$ it while he proceeded with his lecture.
005:192,34['  ]| He explained that$3$ the wires in$4$ modern coils were of a compound
005:192,35['  ]| called platinoid lately discovered by$4$ F%*W%*Martino.
005:193,01['  ]| He spoke clearly the initials and surname of the discoverer.
005:193,02['  ]| Moynihan whispered from behind:
005:193,03[V  ]| ~~ Good old Fresh Water Martin!
005:193,04[B  ]| ~~ Ask him,
005:193,04['  ]| Stephen whispered back with weary humour, 
005:193,04[B  ]| if
005:193,05[B  ]| he wants a subject for$4$ electrocution. He can have me.
005:193,06['  ]| Moynihan, seeing the professor bend over the coils, rose in$4$
005:193,07['  ]| his bench and, clacking noiselessly the fingers of his right
005:193,08['  ]| hand, began to$9$ call with the voice of a slobbering urchin:
005:193,09[V  ]| ~~ Please, teacher! Please, teacher! This boy is after saying a
005:193,10[V  ]| bad word, teacher.
005:193,11[V  ]| ~~ Platinoid, 
005:193,11['  ]| the professor said solemnly, 
005:193,11[V  ]| is preferred to$4$
005:193,12[V  ]| German silver because it has a lower coefficient of resistance
005:193,13[V  ]| variation by$4$ changes of temperature. The platinoid wire is
005:193,14[V  ]| insulated and the covering of silk that$6#1$ insulates it is wound on$4$
005:193,15[V  ]| the ebonite bobbins just where my finger is. If it were wound
005:193,16[V  ]| single an extra current would be induced in$4$ the coils. The
005:193,17[V  ]| bobbins are saturated in$4$ hot paraffin wax ~~~
005:193,18['  ]| A sharp Ulster voice said from the bench below Stephen:
005:193,19[V  ]| ~~ Are we likely to$9$ be asked questions on$4$ applied science?
005:193,20['  ]| The professor began to$9$ juggle gravely with the terms pure
005:193,21['  ]| science and applied science. A heavybuilt student wearing
005:193,22['  ]| gold spectacles stared with some wonder at the questioner.
005:193,23['  ]| Moynihan murmured from behind in$4$ his natural voice:
005:193,24[V  ]| ~~ Is not MacAlister a devil for$4$ his pound of flesh?
005:193,25['  ]| Stephen looked down coldly on$4$ the oblong skull beneath
005:193,26['  ]| him overgrown with tangled twinecoloured hair. The voice,
005:193,27['  ]| the accent, the mind of the questioner offended him and he
005:193,28['  ]| allowed the offence to$9$ carry  him towards wilful unkindness,
005:193,29['  ]| bidding his mind think that$3$ the student's father would have
005:193,30['  ]| done better had he sent his son to$4$ Belfast to$9$ study and have
005:193,31['  ]| saved something on$4$ the train fare by$4$ so$5#2$ doing.
005:193,32['  ]| The oblong skull beneath did not turn to$9$ meet this shaft of
005:193,33['  ]| thought and yet the shaft came back to$4$ its bowstring: for$3$ he
005:193,34['  ]| saw in$4$ a moment the student's wheypale face.
005:193,35@b   | ~~ That$6#2$ thought is not mine,
005:193,35['  ]| he said to$4$ himself quickly.
005:193,35@b   | It
005:193,36@b   | came from the comic Irishman in$4$ the bench behind. Patience.
005:193,37@b  ]| Can you say with certitude by$4$ whom the soul of your race was
005:194,01@b  ]| bartered and its elect betrayed ~~ by$4$ the questioner or  by$4$ the
005:194,02@b  ]| mocker? Patience. Remember Epictetus. It is probably in$4$ his
005:194,03@b  ]| character to$9$ ask such a question at such a moment in$4$ such a
005:194,04@b  ]| tone and to$9$ pronounce the word \science\ as a monosyllable.
005:194,05['  ]| The droning voice of the professor continued to$9$ wind itself
005:194,06['  ]| slowly round and round the coils it spoke of, doubling, trebling,
005:194,07['  ]| quadrupling its somnolent energy as the coil multiplied
005:194,08['  ]| its ohms of resistance.
005:194,09['  ]| Moynihan's voice called from behind in$4$ echo to$4$ a distant
005:194,10['  ]| bell:
005:194,11[V  ]| ~~ Closing time, gents!
005:194,12['  ]| The entrance hall was crowded and loud with talk. On$4$ a
005:194,13['  ]| table near the door were two photographs in$4$ frames and
005:194,14['  ]| between them a long roll of paper bearing an irregular tail of
005:194,15['  ]| signatures. MacCann went briskly to$8$ and fro among the students,
005:194,16['  ]| talking rapidly, answering rebuffs and leading one after
005:194,17['  ]| another to$4$ the table. In$4$ the inner hall the dean of studies stood
005:194,18['  ]| talking to$4$ a young professor, stroking his chin gravely and
005:194,19['  ]| nodding his head.
005:194,20['  ]| Stephen,  checked by$4$ the crowd at the door, halted irresolutely.
005:194,21['  ]| From under the wide falling leaf of a soft hat Cranly's
005:194,22['  ]| dark eyes were watching him.
005:194,23[B  ]| ~~ Have you signed? 
005:194,23['  ]| Stephen asked.
005:194,24['  ]| Cranly closed his long thinlipped mouth, communed with
005:194,25['  ]| himself an instant and answered:
005:194,26[I  ]| ~~ \7Ego\ \7habeo\.
005:194,27[B  ]| ~~ What is it for$4$?
005:194,28[I  ]| ~~ \7Quod\?
005:194,29[B  ]| ~~ What is it for$4$?
005:194,30['  ]| Cranly turned his pale face to$4$ Stephen and said blandly and
005:194,31['  ]| bitterly:
005:194,32[I  ]| ~~ \7Per\ \7pax\ \7universalis\.
005:194,33['  ]| Stephen pointed to$4$ the Csar's photograph and said:
005:194,34[B  ]| ~~ He has the face of a besotted Christ.
005:194,35['  ]| The scorn and anger in$4$ his voice brought Cranly's eyes back
005:194,36['  ]| from a calm survey of the walls of the hall.
005:195,01[I  ]| ~~ Are you annoyed? 
005:195,01['  ]| he asked.
005:195,02[B  ]| ~~ No$7$,
005:195,02['  ]| answered Stephen.
005:195,03[I  ]| ~~ Are you in$4$ bad humour?
005:195,04[B  ]| ~~ No$7$.
005:195,05[I  ]| ~~ \7Credo\ \7ut\ \7vos\ \7sanguinarius\ \7mendax\ \7estis\, 
005:195,05['  ]| said Cranly,
005:195,05[I  ]| \7quia\
005:195,06[I  ]| \7facies\ \7vostra\ \7monstrat\ \7ut\ \7vos\ \7in\ \7damno\ \7malo\ \7humore\ \7estis.\
005:195,07['  ]| Moynihan, on$4$ his way to$4$ the table, said in$4$ Stephen's ear:
005:195,08[V  ]| ~~ MacCann is in$4$ tiptop form. Ready to$9$ shed the last drop.
005:195,09[V  ]| Brandnew world. No$2$ stimulants and votes for$4$ the bitches.
005:195,10['  ]| Stephen smiled at the manner of this confidence and, when
005:195,11['  ]| Moynihan had passed, turned again to$9$ meet Cranly's eyes.
005:195,12[B  ]| ~~ Perhaps you can tell me,
005:195,12['  ]| he said, 
005:195,12[B  ]| why he pours his soul
005:195,13[B  ]| so$5#1$ freely into my ear. Can you?
005:195,14['  ]| A dull scowl appeared on$4$ Cranly's forehead. He stared at
005:195,15['  ]| the table where Moynihan had bent to$9$ write his name on$4$ the
005:195,16['  ]| roll, and then said flatly:
005:195,17[I  ]| ~~ A sugar!
005:195,18[B  ]| ~~ \7Quis\ \7est\ \7in\ \7malo\ \7humore\, 
005:195,18['  ]| said Stephen,
005:195,18[B  ]| \7ego\ \7aut\ \7vos?\
005:195,19['  ]| Cranly did not take up$5$ the taunt. He brooded sourly on$4$ his
005:195,20['  ]| judgment and repeated with the same flat force:
005:195,21[I  ]| ~~ A flaming bloody sugar, that$6#2$ is what he is!
005:195,22['  ]| It was his epitaph for$4$ all dead friendships and Stephen
005:195,23['  ]| wondered whether it would ever be spoken in$4$ the same tone
005:195,24['  ]| over his memory. The heavy lumpish phrase sank slowly out
005:195,25['  ]| of hearing like$4$ a stone through a quagmire. Stephen saw it
005:195,26['  ]| sink as he had seen many another, feeling its heaviness depress
005:195,27['  ]| his heart. Cranly's speech, unlike that$6#2$ of Davin, had
005:195,28['  ]| neither rare phrases of Elizabethan English nor quaintly turned
005:195,29['  ]| versions of Irish idioms. Its drawl was an echo of the quays of
005:195,30['  ]| Dublin given back by$4$ a bleak decaying seaport, its energy an
005:195,31['  ]| echo of the sacred eloquence of Dublin given back flatly by$4$ a
005:195,32['  ]| Wicklow pulpit.
005:195,33['  ]| The heavy scowl faded from Cranly's face as MacCann
005:195,34['  ]| marched briskly towards them from the other side of the hall.
005:195,35[ZG ]| ~~ Here you are!
005:195,35['  ]| said MacCann cheerily.
005:195,36[B  ]| ~~ Here I am!
005:195,36['  ]| said Stephen.
005:196,01[ZG ]| ~~ Late as usual. Can you not combine the progressive
005:196,02[ZG ]| tendency with a respect for$4$ punctuality?
005:196,03[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ question is out of order,
005:196,03['  ]| said Stephen.
005:196,03[B  ]| Next business.
005:196,04['  ]| His smiling eyes were fixed on$4$ a silverwrapped tablet of
005:196,05['  ]| milk chocolate which$6#1$ peeped out of the propagandist's breastpocket.
005:196,06['  ]| A little ring of listeners closed round to$9$ hear the war
005:196,07['  ]| of wits. A lean student with olive skin and lank black hair
005:196,08['  ]| thrust his face between the two, glancing from one to$4$ the other
005:196,09['  ]| at each phrase and seeming to$9$ try to$9$ catch each flying phrase
005:196,10['  ]| in$4$ his open moist mouth. Cranly took a small grey handball
005:196,11['  ]| from his pocket and began to$9$ examine it closely, turning it
005:196,12['  ]| over and over.
005:196,13[ZG ]| ~~ Next business? 
005:196,13['  ]| said MacCann.
005:196,13[ZG ]| Hom!
005:196,14['  ]| He gave a loud cough of laughter, smiled broadly and
005:196,15['  ]| tugged twice at the strawcoloured goatee which$6#1$ hung from his
005:196,16['  ]| blunt chin.
005:196,17[ZG ]| ~~ The next business is to$9$ sign the testimonial.
005:196,18[B  ]| ~~ Will$1$ you pay me anything if I sign?
005:196,18['  ]| asked Stephen.
005:196,19[ZG ]| ~~ I thought you were an idealist,
005:196,19['  ]| said MacCann.
005:196,20['  ]| The gipsylike student looked about him and addressed the
005:196,21['  ]| onlookers in$4$ an indistinct bleating voice.
005:196,22[N  ]| ~~ By$4$ hell, that$6#2$ is a queer notion. I consider that$6#2$ notion to$9$ be
005:196,23[N  ]| a mercenary notion.
005:196,24['  ]| His voice faded into silence. No$2$ heed was paid to$4$ his words.
005:196,25['  ]| He turned his olive face, equine in$4$ expression, towards Stephen,
005:196,26['  ]| inviting him to$9$ speak again.
005:196,27['  ]| MacCann began to$9$ speak with fluent energy of the Csar's
005:196,28['  ]| rescript, of Stead, of general disarmament, arbitration in$4$ cases
005:196,29['  ]| of international disputes, of the signs of the times, of the new
005:196,30['  ]| humanity and the new gospel of life which$6#1$ would make it the
005:196,31['  ]| business of the community to$9$ secure as cheaply as possible
005:196,32['  ]| the greatest possible happiness of the greatest possible number.
005:196,33['  ]| The gipsy student responded to$4$ the close of the period by$4$
005:196,34['  ]| crying:
005:196,35[N  ]| ~~ Three cheers for$4$ universal brotherhood!
005:197,01[V  ]| ~~ Go on$5$, Temple,
005:197,01['  ]| said a stout ruddy student near him. 
005:197,01[V  ]| I will$1$
005:197,02[V  ]| stand you a pint after.
005:197,03[N  ]| ~~ I am a believer in$4$ universal brotherhood, 
005:197,03['  ]| said Temple,
005:197,04['  ]| glancing about him out of his dark, oval eyes. Marx is only a
005:197,05['  ]| bloody cod.
005:197,06['  ]| Cranly gripped his arm tightly to$9$ check his tongue, smiling
005:197,07['  ]| uneasily, and repeated:
005:197,08[I  ]| ~~ Easy, easy, easy!
005:197,09['  ]| Temple struggled to$9$ free his arm but continued, his mouth
005:197,10['  ]| flecked by$4$ a thin foam:
005:197,11[N  ]| ~~ Socialism was founded by$4$ an Irishman and the first man
005:197,12[N  ]| in$4$ Europe who$6#1$ preached the freedom of thought was Collins.
005:197,13[N  ]| Two hundred years ago. He denounced priestcraft, the philosopher
005:197,14[N  ]| of Middlesex. Three cheers for$4$ John*Anthony*Collins!
005:197,15['  ]| A thin voice from the verge of the ring replied:
005:197,16[V  ]| ~~ Pip! pip!
005:197,17['  ]| Moynihan murmured beside Stephen's ear:
005:197,18[V  ]| ~~ And what about John*Anthony's poor little sister:
005:197,19[Z  ]| \Lottie*Collins lost her drawers\;
005:197,20[Z  ]| \Will$1$ not you kindly lend her yours\?
005:197,21['  ]| Stephen laughed and Moynihan, pleased with the result,
005:197,22['  ]| murmured again:
005:197,23[V  ]| ~~ We will$1$ have five bob each way on$4$ John*Anthony*Collins.
005:197,24[ZG ]| ~~ I am waiting for$4$ your answer,
005:197,24['  ]| said MacCann briefly.
005:197,25[B  ]| ~~ The affair does not interest me in$4$ the least,
005:197,25['  ]| said Stephen
005:197,26['  ]| wearily.
005:197,26[B  ]| You know that$6#2$ well. Why do you make a scene about
005:197,27[B  ]| it?
005:197,28[ZG ]| ~~ Good! 
005:197,28['  ]| said MacCann, smacking his lips.
005:197,28[ZG ]| You are a
005:197,29[ZG ]| reactionary then?
005:197,30[B  ]| ~~ Do you think you impress me,
005:197,30['  ]| Stephen asked, 
005:197,30[B  ]| when you
005:197,31[B  ]| flourish your wooden sword?
005:197,32[ZG ]| ~~ Metaphors!
005:197,32['  ]| said MacCann bluntly. 
005:197,30[ZG ]| Come to$4$ facts.
005:197,33['  ]| Stephen blushed and turned aside. MacCann stood his
005:197,34['  ]| ground and said with hostile humour:
005:197,35[ZG ]| ~~ Minor poets, I suppose, are above such trivial questions
005:197,36[ZG ]| as the question of universal peace.
005:198,01['  ]| Cranly raised his head and held the handball between the
005:198,02['  ]| two students by$4$ way of a peaceoffering, saying:
005:198,03[I  ]| ~~ \7Pax\ \7super\ \7totum\ \7sanguinarium\ \7globum\.
005:198,04['  ]| Stephen, moving away the bystanders, jerked his shoulder
005:198,05['  ]| angrily in$4$ the direction of the Csar's image, saying:
005:198,06[B  ]| ~~ Keep your icon. If we must have a Jesus, let us have a
005:198,07[B  ]| legitimate Jesus.
005:198,08[N  ]| ~~ By$4$ hell, that$6#2$ is a good one!
005:198,08['  ]| said the gipsy student to$4$ those
005:198,09['  ]| about him. 
005:198,09[N  ]| That$6#2$ is a fine expression. I like$1$ that$6#2$ expression
005:198,10[N  ]| immensely.
005:198,11['  ]| He gulped down the spittle in$4$ his throat as if he were gulping
005:198,12['  ]| down the phrase and, fumbling at the peak of his tweed
005:198,13['  ]| cap, turned to$4$ Stephen, saying:
005:198,14[N  ]| ~~ Excuse me, sir, what do you mean by$4$ that$6#2$ expression you
005:198,15[N  ]| uttered just now?
005:198,16['  ]| Feeling himself jostled by$4$ the students near him, he said to$4$
005:198,17['  ]| them:
005:198,18[N  ]| ~~ I am curious to$9$ know now what he meant by$4$ that$6#2$ expression.
005:198,19['  ]| He turned again to$4$ Stephen and said in$4$ a whisper:
005:198,20[N  ]| ~~ Do you believe in$4$ Jesus? I believe in$4$ man. Of course, I
005:198,21[N  ]| do not know if you believe in$4$ man. I admire you, sir. I admire
005:198,22[N  ]| the mind of man independent of all religions. Is that$6#2$ your
005:198,23[N  ]| opinion about the mind of Jesus?
005:198,24[V  ]| ~~ Go on$5$, Temple, 
005:198,24['  ]| said the stout ruddy student, returning,
005:198,25['  ]| as was his wont, to$4$ his first idea, that$6#2$ pint is waiting for$4$ you.
005:198,26[N  ]| ~~ He thinks I am an imbecile,  
005:198,26['  ]| Temple explained to$4$ Stephen,
005:198,27[N  ]| because I am a  believer in$4$ the power of mind.
005:198,28['  ]| Cranly linked his arms into those of Stephen and his admirer
005:198,29['  ]| and said:
005:198,30[I  ]| ~~ \7Nos\ \7ad\ \7manum\ \7ballum\ \7jocabimus\.
005:198,31['  ]| Stephen, in$4$ the act of being led away, caught sight of MacCann's
005:198,32['  ]| flushed bluntfeatured face.
005:198,33[B  ]| ~~ My signature is of no$2$ account, 
005:198,33['  ]| he said politely. 
005:198,33[B  ]| You are
005:198,34[B  ]| right to$9$ go your way. Leave me to$9$ go mine.
005:198,35[ZG ]| ~~ Dedalus,
005:198,35['  ]| said MacCann crisply,
005:198,35[ZG ]| I believe you are a good
005:199,01[ZG ]| fellow but you have yet to$9$ learn the dignity of altruism and the
005:199,02[ZG ]| responsibility of the human individual.
005:199,03['  ]| A voice said:
005:199,04[V  ]| ~~ Intellectual crankery is better out of this movement than
005:199,05[V  ]| in$4$ it.
005:199,06['  ]| Stephen, recognising  the harsh tone of MacAlister's voice,
005:199,07['  ]| did not turn in$4$ the direction of the voice. Cranly pushed solemnly
005:199,08['  ]| through the throng of students, linking Stephen and
005:199,09['  ]| Temple like$4$ a celebrant attended by$4$ his ministers on$4$ his way
005:199,10['  ]| to$4$ the altar.
005:199,11['  ]| Temple bent eagerly across Cranly's breast and said:
005:199,12[N  ]| ~~ Did you hear MacAlister what he said? That$6#2$ youth is
005:199,13[N  ]| jealous of you. Did you see that$6#2$? I bet Cranly did not see that$6#2$.
005:199,14[N  ]| By$4$ hell, I saw that$6#2$ at once.
005:199,15['  ]| As they crossed the inner hall the dean*of*studies was in$4$  the
005:199,16['  ]| act of escaping from the student with whom he had been
005:199,17['  ]| conversing. He stood at the foot of the staircase, a foot on$4$ the
005:199,18['  ]| lowest step, his threadbare  soutane gathered about him for$4$ the
005:199,19['  ]| ascent with womanish care, nodding his head often and repeating:
005:199,20[ZE ]| ~~ Not a doubt of it, Mr*Hackett! Very fine! Not a doubt of
005:199,21[ZE ]| it!
005:199,22['  ]| In$4$ the middle of the hall the prefect of the college sodality
005:199,23['  ]| was speaking earnestly, in$4$ a soft querulous voice, with a
005:199,24['  ]| boarder. As he spoke he wrinkled a little his freckled brow
005:199,25['  ]| and bit, between his phrases, at a tiny bone pencil.
005:199,26[V  ]| ~~ I hope the matric men will$1$ all come. The first arts men
005:199,27[V  ]| are pretty sure. Second arts too. We must make sure of the
005:199,28[V  ]| newcomers.
005:199,29['  ]| Temple bent again across Cranly, as they were passing
005:199,30['  ]| through the doorway, and said in$4$ a swift whisper:
005:199,31[N  ]| ~~ Do you know that$3$ he is a married man? He was a married
005:199,32[N  ]| man before they converted him. He has a wife and children
005:199,33[N  ]| somewhere. By$4$ hell, I think that$6#2$ is the queerest notion I
005:199,34[N  ]| ever heard! Eh?
005:199,35['  ]| His whisper trailed off into sly cackling laughter. The moment
005:200,01['  ]| they were through the doorway Cranly seized him rudely
005:200,02['  ]| by$4$ the neck and shook him, saying:
005:200,03[I  ]| ~~ You flaming floundering fool! I will$1$ take my dying bible
005:200,04[I  ]| there is not a bigger bloody ape, do you know, than you in$4$ the
005:200,05[I  ]| whole flaming bloody world!
005:200,06['  ]| Temple wriggled in$4$ his grip, laughing still with sly content,
005:200,07['  ]| while Cranly repeated flatly at every rude shake:
005:200,08[I  ]| ~~ A flaming flaring  bloody idiot!
005:200,09['  ]| They crossed the weedy garden together. The president,
005:200,10['  ]| wrapped in$4$ a heavy loose cloak, was coming towards them
005:200,11['  ]| along one of the walks, reading his office. At the end of the
005:200,12['  ]| walk he halted before turning and raised his eyes. The students
005:200,13['  ]| saluted, Temple fumbling as before at the peak of his
005:200,14['  ]| cap. They walked forward in$4$ silence. As they neared the alley
005:200,15['  ]| Stephen could hear the thuds of the players' hands and the wet
005:200,16['  ]| smacks of the ball and Davin's voice crying out excitedly at
005:200,17['  ]| each stroke.
005:200,18['  ]| The three students halted round the box on$4$ which$6#1$ Davin sat
005:200,19['  ]| to$9$ follow the game. Temple, after a few moments, sidled
005:200,20['  ]| across to$4$ Stephen and said:
005:200,21[N  ]| ~~ Excuse me, I wanted to$9$ ask you do you believe that$3$ 
005:200,22[N  ]| Jean*Jacques*Rousseau was a sincere man?
005:200,23['  ]| Stephen laughed outright. Cranly, picking up$5$ the broken
005:200,24['  ]| stave of a cask from the grass at his foot, turned swiftly and
005:200,25['  ]| said sternly:
005:200,26[I  ]| ~~ Temple, I declare to$4$ the living God if you say another
005:200,27[I  ]| word, do you know, to$4$ anybody on$4$ any subject I will$1$ kill you
005:200,28[I  ]| \7super\ \7spottum\.
005:200,29[B  ]| ~~ He was like$4$ you, I fancy,
005:200,29['  ]| said Stephen,
005:200,29[B  ]| an emotional
005:200,30[B  ]| man.
005:200,31[I  ]| ~~ Blast him, curse him!
005:200,31['  ]| said Cranly broadly.
005:200,31[I  ]| Do not talk to$4$
005:200,32[I  ]| him at all. Sure, you might as well be talking, do you know, to$4$
005:200,33[I  ]| a flaming chamberpot as talking to$4$ Temple. Go home, Temple.
005:200,34[I  ]| For$4$ God's sake, go home.
005:200,35[N  ]| ~~ I do not care a damn about you, Cranly, 
005:200,35['  ]| answered Temple,
005:200,36['  ]| moving out of reach of the uplifted stave and pointing at
005:201,01['  ]| Stephen.
005:201,01[N  ]| He is the only man I see in$4$ this institution that$6#1$ has an
005:201,02[N  ]| individual mind.
005:201,03[I  ]| ~~ Institution! Individual!
005:201,03['  ]| cried Cranly. 
005:201,03[I  ]| Go home, blast you,
005:201,04[I  ]| for$3$ you are a hopeless bloody man.
005:201,05[N  ]| ~~ I am an emotional man,
005:201,05['  ]| said Temple. 
005:201,05[N  ]| That$6#2$ is quite rightly
005:201,06[N  ]| expressed. And I am proud that$3$ I am an emotionalist.
005:201,07['  ]| He sidled out of the alley, smiling slily. Cranly watched him
005:201,08['  ]| with a blank expressionless face.
005:201,09[I  ]| ~~ Look at him! 
005:201,09['  ]| he said.
005:201,09[I  ]| Did you ever see such a go-by-the-wall?
005:201,10['  ]| His phrase was greeted by$4$ a strange laugh from a student
005:201,11['  ]| who$6#1$ lounged against the wall, his peaked cap down on$4$ his eyes.
005:201,12['  ]| The laugh, pitched in$4$ a high key and coming from a so$5#1$ muscular
005:201,13['  ]| frame, seemed like$4$ the whinny of an elephant. The student's
005:201,14['  ]| body shook all over and, to$9$ ease his mirth, he rubbed
005:201,15['  ]| both his hands delightedly, over  his groins.
005:201,16[I  ]| ~~ Lynch is awake, 
005:201,16['  ]| said Cranly.
005:201,17['  ]| Lynch, for$4$ answer, straightened himself and thrust forward
005:201,18['  ]| his chest.
005:201,19[B  ]| ~~ Lynch puts out his chest, 
005:201,19['  ]| said Stephen, 
005:201,19[B  ]| as a criticism of
005:201,20[B  ]| life.
005:201,21['  ]| Lynch smote himself sonorously on$4$ the chest and said:
005:201,22[ZL ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ has anything to$9$ say about my girth?
005:201,23['  ]| Cranly took him at the word and the two began to$9$ tussle.
005:201,24['  ]| When their faces had flushed with the struggle they drew
005:201,25['  ]| apart, panting. Stephen bent down towards Davin who$6#1$, intent
005:201,26['  ]| on$4$ the game, had paid no$2$ heed to$4$ the talk of the others.
005:201,27[B  ]| ~~ And how is my little tame goose?
005:201,27['  ]| he asked. 
005:201,27[B  ]| Did he sign
005:201,28[B  ]| too?
005:201,29['  ]| Davin nodded and said:
005:201,30[ZD ]| ~~ And you, Stevie?
005:201,31['  ]| Stephen shook his head.
005:201,32[ZD ]| ~~ You are a terrible man, Stevie,
005:201,32['  ]| said Davin, taking the
005:201,33['  ]| short pipe from his mouth. 
005:201,33[ZD ]| Always alone.
005:201,34[B  ]| ~~ Now that$3$ you have signed the petition for$4$ universal
005:201,35[B  ]| peace,
005:201,35['  ]| said Stephen,
005:201,35[B  ]| I suppose you will$1$ burn that$6#2$ little copybook
005:201,36[B  ]| I saw in$4$ your room.
005:202,01['  ]| As Davin did not answer Stephen began to$9$ quote:
005:202,02[Z  ]| ~~ Long pace, fianna! Right incline, fianna! Fianna, by$4$
005:202,03[Z  ]| numbers, salute, one, two!
005:202,04[ZD ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is a different question,
005:202,04['  ]| said Davin.
005:202,04[ZD ]| I am an Irish
005:202,05[ZD ]| nationalist, first and foremost. But that$6#2$ is you all out. You are
005:202,06[ZD ]| a born sneerer, Stevie.
005:202,07[B  ]| ~~ When you make the next rebellion with hurleysticks,
005:202,07['  ]| said
005:202,08['  ]| Stephen, 
005:202,08[B  ]| and want the indispensable informer, tell me. I can
005:202,09[B  ]| find you a few in$4$ this college.
005:202,10[ZD ]| ~~ I can not understand you, 
005:202,10['  ]| said Davin.
005:202,10[ZD ]| One time I hear you
005:202,11[ZD ]| talk against English literature. Now you talk against the  Irish
005:202,12[ZD ]| informers. What with your name and your ideas ~~~ Are
005:202,13[ZD ]| you Irish at all?
005:202,14[B  ]| ~~ Come with me now to$4$ the office of arms and I will$1$ show
005:202,15[B  ]| you the tree of my family, 
005:202,15['  ]| said Stephen.
005:202,16[ZD ]| ~~ Then be one of us, 
005:202,16['  ]| said Davin.
005:202,16[ZD ]| Why do not you learn
005:202,17[ZD ]| Irish? Why did you drop out of the league class after the first
005:202,18[ZD ]| lesson?
005:202,19[B  ]| ~~ You know one reason why, 
005:202,19['  ]| answered Stephen.
005:202,20['  ]| Davin tossed his head and laughed.
005:202,21[ZD ]| ~~ O, come now,
005:202,21['  ]| he said.
005:202,21[ZD ]| Is it on$4$ account of that$6#2$ certain
005:202,22[ZD ]| young lady and Father*Moran? But that$6#2$ is all in$4$ your own
005:202,23[ZD ]| mind, Stevie. They were only talking and laughing.
005:202,24['  ]| Stephen paused and laid a friendly hand upon$4$ Davin's
005:202,25['  ]| shoulder.
005:202,26[B  ]| ~~ Do you remember,
005:202,26['  ]| he said,
005:202,26[B  ]| when we knew each other
005:202,27[B  ]| first? The first morning we met you asked me to$9$ show you the
005:202,28[B  ]| way to$4$ the matriculation class, putting a very strong stress on$4$
005:202,29[B  ]| the first syllable. You remember? Then you used to$9$ address
005:202,30[B  ]| the jesuits as father, you remember? I ask myself about you:
005:202,31[B  ]| \Is\ \he\ \as\ \innocent\ \as\ \his\ \speech\?
005:202,32[ZD ]| ~~ I am a simple person,
005:202,32['  ]| said Davin. 
005:202,32[ZD ]| You know that$6#2$. When
005:202,33[ZD ]| you told me that$6#2$ night in$4$ Harcourt*Street those things about
005:202,34[ZD ]| your private life, honest to$4$ God, Stevie, I was not able to$9$ eat
005:202,35[ZD ]| my dinner. I was quite bad. I was awake a long time that$6#2$
005:202,36[ZD ]| night. Why did you tell me those things?
005:203,01[B  ]| ~~ Thanks,
005:203,01['  ]| said Stephen. 
005:203,01[B  ]| You mean I am a monster.
005:203,02[ZD ]| ~~ No$7$,
005:203,02['  ]| said Davin,
005:203,02[ZD ]| but I wish you had not told me.
005:203,03['  ]| A tide began to$9$ surge beneath the calm surface of Stephen's
005:203,04['  ]| friendliness.
005:203,05[B  ]| ~~ This race and this country and this life produced me, 
005:203,05['  ]| he
005:203,06['  ]| said.
005:203,06[B  ]| I shall express myself as I am.
005:203,07[ZD ]| ~~ Try to$9$ be one of us, 
005:203,07['  ]| repeated Davin. 
005:203,07[ZD ]| In$4$ your heart you
005:203,08[ZD ]| are an Irishman but your pride is too powerful.
005:203,09[B  ]| ~~ My ancestors threw off their language and took another,
005:203,10[B  ]| Stephen said. They allowed a handful of foreigners to$9$ subject
005:203,11[B  ]| them. Do you fancy I am going to$9$ pay in$4$ my own life and
005:203,12[B  ]| person debts they made? What for$4$?
005:203,13[ZD ]| ~~ For$4$ our freedom,
005:203,13['  ]| said Davin.
005:203,14[B  ]| ~~ No$2$ honourable and sincere man,
005:203,14['  ]| said Stephen,
005:203,14[B  ]| has given
005:203,15[B  ]| up$5$ to$4$ you his life and his youth and his affections from the
005:203,16[B  ]| days of Tone to$4$ those of Parnell but you sold him to$4$ the
005:203,17[B  ]| enemy or failed him in$4$ need or reviled him and left him for$4$
005:203,18[B  ]| another. And you invite me to$9$ be one of you. I would see you
005:203,19[B  ]| damned first.
005:203,20[ZD ]| ~~ They died for$4$ their ideals, Stevie, 
005:203,20['  ]| said Davin.
005:203,20[ZD ]| Our day
005:203,21[ZD ]| will$1$ come yet, believe me.
005:203,22['  ]| Stephen, following his own thought, was silent for$4$ an instant.
005:203,23[B  ]| ~~ The soul is born,
005:203,23['  ]| he said vaguely, 
005:203,23[B  ]| first in$4$ those moments
005:203,24[B  ]| I told you of. It has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious
005:203,25[B  ]| than  the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in$4$
005:203,26[B  ]| this country there are nets flung at it to$9$ hold it back from
005:203,27[B  ]| flight. You talk to$4$ me of nationality, language, religion. I shall
005:203,28[B  ]| try to$9$ fly by$4$ those nets.
005:203,29['  ]| Davin knocked the ashes from his pipe.
005:203,30[ZD ]| ~~ Too deep for$4$ me, Stevie,
005:203,30['  ]| he said.
005:203,30[ZD ]| But a man's country
005:203,31[ZD ]| comes first. Ireland first, Stevie. You can be a poet or mystic
005:203,32[ZD ]| after.
005:203,33[B  ]| ~~ Do you know what Ireland is?
005:203,33['  ]| asked Stephen with cold
005:203,34['  ]| violence. 
005:203,34[B  ]| Ireland is the old sow that$6#1$ eats her farrow.
005:203,35['  ]| Davin rose from his box and went towards the players,
005:204,01['  ]| shaking his head sadly. But in$4$ a moment his sadness left him
005:204,02['  ]| and he was hotly disputing with Cranly and the two players
005:204,03['  ]| who$6#1$ had finished their game. A match of four was arranged,
005:204,04['  ]| Cranly insisting, however, that$3$ his ball should be used. He let
005:204,05['  ]| it rebound twice or thrice to$4$ his hand and struck it strongly
005:204,06['  ]| and swiftly towards the base of the alley, exclaiming in$4$ answer
005:204,07['  ]| to$4$ its thud:
005:204,08[I  ]| ~~ Your soul!
005:204,09['  ]| Stephen stood with Lynch till the score began to$9$ rise. Then
005:204,10['  ]| he plucked him by$4$ the sleeve to$9$ come away. Lynch obeyed,
005:204,11['  ]| saying:
005:204,12[ZL ]| ~~ Let us eke go, as Cranly has it.
005:204,13['  ]| Stephen smiled at this sidethrust. They passed back through
005:204,14['  ]| the garden and out through the hall where the doddering
005:204,15['  ]| porter was pinning up$5$ a notice in$4$ the frame. At the foot of the
005:204,16['  ]| steps they halted and Stephen took a packet of cigarettes from
005:204,17['  ]| his pocket and offered it to$4$ his companion.
005:204,18[B  ]| ~~ I know you are poor,
005:204,18['  ]| he said.
005:204,19[ZL ]| ~~ Damn your yellow insolence,
005:204,19['  ]| answered Lynch.
005:204,20['  ]| This second proof of Lynch's culture made Stephen smile
005:204,21['  ]| again.
005:204,22[B  ]| ~~ It was a great day for$4$ European culture,
005:204,22['  ]| he said,
005:204,22[B  ]| when
005:204,23[B  ]| you made up$5$ your mind to$9$ swear in$4$ yellow.
005:204,24['  ]| They lit their cigarettes and turned to$4$ the right. After a
005:204,25['  ]| pause Stephen began:
005:204,26[B  ]| ~~ Aristotle has not defined pity and terror. I have. I
005:204,27[B  ]| say ~~~
005:204,28['  ]| Lynch halted and said bluntly:
005:204,29[ZL ]| ~~ Stop! I will$1$ not listen! I am sick. I was out last night on$4$ a
005:204,30[ZL ]| yellow drunk with Horan and Goggins.
005:204,31['  ]| Stephen went on$5$:
005:204,32[B  ]| ~~ Pity is the feeling which$6#1$ arrests the mind in$4$ the presence
005:204,33[B  ]| of whatsoever is grave and constant in$4$ human sufferings and
005:204,34[B  ]| unites it with the human sufferer.  Terror is the feeling which$6#1$
005:204,35[B  ]| arrests the mind in$4$ the presence of whatsoever is grave and
005:204,36[B  ]| constant in$4$ human sufferings and unites it with the secret
005:204,37[B  ]| cause.
005:205,01[ZL ]| ~~ Repeat, 
005:205,01['  ]| said Lynch.
005:205,02['  ]| Stephen repeated the definitions slowly.
005:205,03[B  ]| ~~ A girl got into a hansom a few days ago,
005:205,03['  ]| he went on$5$, 
005:205,03[B  ]| in$4$
005:205,04[B  ]| London. She was on$4$ her way to$9$ meet her mother whom she
005:205,05[B  ]| had not seen for$4$ many years. At the corner of a street the shaft
005:205,06[B  ]| of a lorry shivered the window of the hansom in$4$ the shape of a
005:205,07[B  ]| star. A long fine needle of the shivered glass pierced her heart.
005:205,08[B  ]| She died on$4$ the instant. The reporter called it a tragic death. It
005:205,09[B  ]| is not. It is remote from terror and pity according to$4$ the terms
005:205,10[B  ]| of my definitions.
005:205,11[B  ]| ~~ The tragic emotion, in$4$ fact, is a face looking two ways,
005:205,12[B  ]| towards terror and towards pity, both of which$6#1$ are phases of
005:205,13[B  ]| it. You see I use the word \arrest\. I mean that$3$ the tragic emotion
005:205,14[B  ]| is static. Or rather the dramatic emotion is. The feelings
005:205,15[B  ]| excited by$4$ improper art are kinetic, desire or loathing. Desire
005:205,16[B  ]| urges us to$9$ possess, to$9$ go to$4$ something; loathing  urges us to$9$
005:205,17[B  ]| abandon, to$9$ go from something. These are kinetic emotions.
005:205,18[B  ]| The arts which$6#1$ excite them, pornographical or didactic, are
005:205,19[B  ]| therefore improper arts. The esthetic emotion (I use the
005:205,20[B  ]| general term) is therefore static. The mind is arrested and
005:205,21[B  ]| raised above desire and loathing.
005:205,22[ZL ]| ~~ You say that$3$ art must not excite desire,
005:205,22['  ]| said Lynch.
005:205,22[ZL ]| I
005:205,23[ZL ]| told you that$3$ one day I wrote my name in$4$ pencil on$4$ the backside
005:205,24[ZL ]| of the Venus of Praxiteles in$4$ the Museum. Was that$6#2$ not
005:205,25[ZL ]| desire?
005:205,26[B  ]| ~~ I speak of normal natures, 
005:205,26['  ]| said Stephen.
005:205,26[B  ]| You also told
005:205,27[B  ]| me that$3$ when you were a boy in$4$ that$6#2$ charming carmelite
005:205,28[B  ]| school you ate pieces of dried cowdung.
005:205,29['  ]| Lynch broke again into a whinny of laughter and again
005:205,30['  ]| rubbed both his hands over his groins but without taking them
005:205,31['  ]| from his pockets.
005:205,32[ZL ]| ~~ O I did! I did! 
005:205,32['  ]| he cried.
005:205,33['  ]| Stephen turned towards his companion and looked at him
005:205,34['  ]| for$4$ a moment boldly in$4$ the eyes. Lynch, recovering from his
005:205,35['  ]| laughter, answered his look from his humbled eyes. The long
005:205,36['  ]| slender flattened skull beneath the long pointed cap brought
005:205,37['  ]| before Stephen's mind the image of a hooded reptile. The
005:206,01['  ]| eyes, too, were reptilelike in$4$ glint and gaze. Yet at that$6#2$ instant,
005:206,02['  ]| humbled and alert in$4$ their look, they were lit by$4$ one tiny
005:206,03['  ]| human point, the window of a shrivelled soul, poignant and
005:206,04['  ]| selfembittered.
005:206,05[B  ]| ~~ As for$4$ that$6#2$,
005:206,05['  ]| Stephen said in$4$ polite parenthesis,
005:206,05[B  ]| we are all
005:206,06[B  ]| animals. I also am an animal.
005:206,07[ZL ]| ~~ You are,
005:206,07['  ]| said Lynch.
005:206,08[B  ]| ~~ But we are just now in$4$ a mental world, 
005:206,08['  ]| Stephen continued.
005:206,09[B  ]| The desire and loathing excited by$4$ improper esthetic
005:206,10[B  ]| means are really unesthetic emotions not only because they
005:206,11[B  ]| are kinetic in$4$ character but also because they are not more
005:206,12[B  ]| than physical. Our flesh shrinks from what it dreads and
005:206,13[B  ]| responds to$4$ the stimulus of what it desires by$4$ a purely reflex
005:206,14[B  ]| action of the nervous system. Our eyelid closes before we are
005:206,15[B  ]| aware that$3$ the fly is about to$9$ enter our eye.
005:206,16[ZL ]| ~~ Not always, 
005:206,16['  ]| said Lynch critically.
005:206,17[B  ]| ~~ In$4$ the same way,
005:206,17['  ]| said Stephen,
005:206,17[B  ]| your flesh responded to$4$
005:206,18[B  ]| the stimulus of a naked statue but it was, I say, simply a reflex
005:206,19[B  ]| action of the nerves. Beauty expressed by$4$ the artist cannot
005:206,20[B  ]| awaken in$4$ us an emotion which$6#1$ is kinetic or a sensation which$6#1$
005:206,21[B  ]| is purely physical. It awakens, or ought to$9$ awaken, or induces,
005:206,22[B  ]| or ought to$9$ induce, an esthetic stasis, an ideal pity or an ideal
005:206,23[B  ]| terror, a stasis called forth, prolonged and at last dissolved by$4$
005:206,24[B  ]| what I call the rhythm of beauty.
005:206,25[ZL ]| ~~ What is that$6#2$ exactly? 
005:206,25['  ]| asked Lynch.
005:206,26[B  ]| ~~ Rhythm,
005:206,26['  ]| said Stephen,
005:206,26[B  ]| is the first formal esthetic relation
005:206,27[B  ]| of part to$9$ part in$4$ any esthetic whole or of an esthetic whole to$4$
005:206,28[B  ]| its part or parts or of any part to$4$ the esthetic whole of which$6#1$ it
005:206,29[B  ]| is a part.
005:206,30[ZL ]| ~~ If that$6#2$ is rhythm, 
005:206,30['  ]| said Lynch,
005:206,30[ZL ]| let me hear what you call
005:206,31[ZL ]| beauty: and, please remember, though I did eat a cake of
005:206,32[ZL ]| cowdung once, that$3$ I admire only beauty.
005:206,33['  ]| Stephen raised his cap as if in$4$ greeting. Then,  blushing
005:206,34['  ]| slightly, he laid his hand on$4$ Lynch's thick tweed sleeve.
005:206,35[B  ]| ~~ We are right,
005:206,35['  ]| he said, 
005:206,35[B  ]| and the others are wrong. To$9$ speak
005:206,36[B  ]| of these things and to$9$ try to$9$ understand their nature and,
005:207,01[B  ]| having understood it, to$9$ try slowly and humbly and constantly
005:207,02[B  ]| to$9$ express, to$9$ press out again, from the gross earth or what it
005:207,03[B  ]| brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which$6#1$ are the
005:207,04[B  ]| prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come
005:207,05[B  ]| to$9$ understand ~~  that$6#2$ is art.
005:207,06['  ]| They had reached the canal bridge and, turning from their
005:207,07['  ]| course, went on$5$ by$4$ the trees. A crude grey light, mirrored in$4$
005:207,08['  ]| the sluggish water, and a smell of wet branches over their
005:207,09['  ]| heads seemed to$9$ war against the course of Stephen's thought.
005:207,10[ZL ]| ~~ But you have not answered my question,
005:207,10['  ]| said Lynch.
005:207,11[ZL ]| What is art? What is the beauty it expresses?
005:207,12[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ was the first definition I gave you, you sleepyheaded
005:207,13[B  ]| wretch, 
005:207,13['  ]| said Stephen,
005:207,13[B  ]| when I began to$9$ try to$9$ think out
005:207,14[B  ]| the matter for$4$ myself. Do you remember the night? Cranly
005:207,15[B  ]| lost his temper and began to$9$ talk about Wicklow bacon.
005:207,16[ZL ]| ~~ I remember,
005:207,16['  ]| said Lynch.
005:207,16[ZL ]| He told us about them flaming
005:207,17[ZL ]| fat devils of pigs.
005:207,18[B  ]| ~~ Art,
005:207,18['  ]| said Stephen,
005:207,18[B  ]| is the human disposition of sensible or
005:207,19[B  ]| intelligible matter for$4$ an esthetic end. You remember the pigs
005:207,20[B  ]| and forget that$6#2$. You are a distressing pair, you and Cranly.
005:207,21['  ]| Lynch made a grimace at the raw grey sky and said:
005:207,22[ZL ]| ~~ If I am to$9$ listen to$4$ your esthetic philosophy give me at
005:207,23[ZL ]| least another cigarette. I do not care about it. I do not even care
005:207,24[ZL ]| about women. Damn you and damn everything. I want a job
005:207,25[ZL ]| of five hundred a year. You can not get me one.
005:207,26['  ]| Stephen handed him the packet of cigarettes. Lynch took the
005:207,27['  ]| last one that$6#1$ remained, saying simply:
005:207,28[ZL ]| ~~ Proceed!
005:207,29[B  ]| ~~ Aquinas, 
005:207,29['  ]| said Stephen,
005:207,29[B  ]| says that$6#2$ is beautiful the apprehension
005:207,30[B  ]| of which$6#1$ pleases.
005:207,31['  ]| Lynch nodded.
005:207,32[ZL ]| ~~ I remember that$6#2$,
005:207,32['  ]| he said. 
005:207,32[Z  ]| \7Pulcra\ \7sunt\ \7qua*e\ \7visa\ \7placent.\
005:207,33[B  ]| ~~ He uses the word \7visa\,
005:207,33['  ]| said Stephen,
005:207,33[B  ]| to$9$ cover esthetic
005:207,34[B  ]| apprehensions of all kinds, whether through sight or hearing
005:207,35[B  ]| or through any other avenue of apprehension. This word,
005:207,36[B  ]| though it is vague, is clear enough to$9$ keep away good and evil
005:208,01[B  ]| which$6#1$ excite desire and loathing. It means certainly a stasis
005:208,02[B  ]| and not a kinesis. How about the true? It produces also a
005:208,03[B  ]| stasis of the mind. You would not write your name in$4$ pencil
005:208,04[B  ]| across the hypothenuse of a rightangled triangle.
005:208,05[ZL ]| ~~ No$7$,
005:208,05['  ]| said Lynch, 
005:208,05[ZL ]| give me the hypothenuse of the Venus of
005:208,06[ZL ]| Praxiteles.
005:208,07[B  ]| ~~ Static therefore,
005:208,07['  ]| said Stephen.
005:208,07[B  ]| Plato, I believe, said that$3$
005:208,08[B  ]| beauty is the splendour of truth. I do not think that$3$ it has a
005:208,09[B  ]| meaning but the true and the beautiful are akin. Truth is
005:208,10[B  ]| beheld by$4$ the intellect which$6#1$ is appeased by$4$ the most satisfying
005:208,11[B  ]| relations of the intelligible:  beauty is beheld by$4$ the imagination
005:208,12[B  ]| which$6#1$ is appeased by$4$ the most satisfying relations of
005:208,13[B  ]| the sensible. The first step in$4$ the direction of truth is to$9$
005:208,14[B  ]| understand the frame and scope of the intellect itself, to$9$ comprehend
005:208,15[B  ]| the act itself of intellection. Aristotle's entire system of
005:208,16[B  ]| philosophy rests upon$4$ his book of psychology and that$6#2$, I
005:208,17[B  ]| think, rests on$4$ his statement that$3$ the same attribute cannot at
005:208,18[B  ]| the same time and in$4$ the same connection belong to$4$ and not
005:208,19[B  ]| belong to$4$ the same subject. The first step in$4$ the direction of
005:208,20[B  ]| beauty is to$9$ understand the frame and scope of the imagination,
005:208,21[B  ]| to$9$ comprehend the act itself of esthetic apprehension. Is
005:208,22[B  ]| that$6#2$ clear?
005:208,23[ZL ]| ~~ But what is beauty? 
005:208,23['  ]| asked Lynch impatiently. 
005:208,23[ZL ]| Out with
005:208,24[ZL ]| another definition. Something we see and like$1$! Is that$6#2$ the best
005:208,25[ZL ]| you and Aquinas can do?
005:208,26[B  ]| ~~ Let us take woman,
005:208,26['  ]| said Stephen.
005:208,27[ZL ]| ~~ Let us take her!
005:208,27['  ]| said Lynch fervently.
005:208,28[B  ]| ~~ The Greek, the Turk, the Chinese, the Copt, the Hottentot,
005:208,29['  ]| said Stephen, 
005:208,29[B  ]| all admire a different type of female beauty.
005:208,30[B  ]| That$6#2$ seems to$9$ be a maze out of which$6#1$ we cannot escape. I see
005:208,31[B  ]| however two ways out. One is this hypothesis: that$3$ every
005:208,32[B  ]| physical quality admired by$4$ men in$4$ women is in$4$ direct connection
005:208,33[B  ]| with the manifold functions of women for$4$ the propagation
005:208,34[B  ]| of the species. It may be so$5#2$. The world, it seems, is drearier
005:208,35[B  ]| than even you, Lynch, imagined. For$4$ my part I dislike that$6#2$
005:208,36[B  ]| way out. It leads to$4$ eugenics rather than to$4$ esthetic. It leads
005:208,37[B  ]| you out of the maze into a new gaudy lectureroom where MacCann,
005:209,01[B  ]| with one hand on$4$ \The*Origin*of*Species\ and the other
005:209,02[B  ]| hand on$4$ the new testament, tells you that$3$ you admired the
005:209,03[B  ]| great flanks of Venus because you felt that$3$ she would bear you
005:209,04[B  ]| burly offspring and admired her great breasts because you felt
005:209,05[B  ]| that$3$ she would give good milk to$4$ her children and yours.
005:209,06[ZL ]| ~~ Then MacCann is a sulphuryellow liar,
005:209,06['  ]| said Lynch
005:209,07['  ]| energetically.
005:209,08[B  ]| ~~ There remains another way out,
005:209,08['  ]| said Stephen, laughing.
005:209,09[ZL ]| ~~ To$4$ wit? 
005:209,09['  ]| said Lynch.
005:209,10[B  ]| ~~ This hypothesis, 
005:209,10['  ]| Stephen began.
005:209,11['  ]| A long dray laden with old iron came round the corner of
005:209,12['  ]| sir*Patrick*Dun's hospital covering the end of Stephen's
005:209,13['  ]| speech with the harsh roar of jangled and rattling metal.
005:209,14['  ]| Lynch closed his ears and gave out oath after oath till the dray
005:209,15['  ]| had passed. Then he turned on$4$ his heel rudely. Stephen turned
005:209,16['  ]| also and waited for$4$ a few moments till his companion's illhumour
005:209,17['  ]| had had its vent.
005:209,18[B  ]| ~~ This hypothesis,
005:209,18['  ]| Stephen repeated, 
005:209,18[B  ]| is the other way out:
005:209,19[B  ]| that$3$, though the same object may not seem beautiful to$4$ all
005:209,20[B  ]| people, all people who$6#1$ admire a beautiful object find in$4$ it
005:209,21[B  ]| certain relations which$6#1$ satisfy and coincide with the stages
005:209,22[B  ]| themselves of all esthetic apprehension. These relations of the
005:209,23[B  ]| sensible, visible to$4$ you through one form and to$4$ me through
005:209,24[B  ]| another, must be therefore the necessary qualities of beauty.
005:209,25[B  ]| Now, we can return to$4$ our old friend saint*Thomas for$4$ another
005:209,26[B  ]| pennyworth of wisdom.
005:209,27['  ]| Lynch laughed.
005:209,28[ZL ]| ~~ It amuses me vastly, 
005:209,28['  ]| he said,
005:209,28[ZL ]| to$9$ hear you quoting him
005:209,29[ZL ]| time after time like$4$ a jolly round friar. Are you laughing in$4$
005:209,30[ZL ]| your sleeve?
005:209,31[B  ]| ~~ MacAlister, 
005:209,31['  ]| answered Stephen,
005:209,31[B  ]| would call my esthetic
005:209,32[B  ]| theory applied Aquinas. So$5#1$ far as this side of esthetic philosophy
005:209,33[B  ]| extends Aquinas will$1$ carry me all along the line. When we
005:209,34[B  ]| come to$4$ the phenomena of artistic conception, artistic gestation
005:209,35[B  ]| and artistic reproduction I require a new terminology and
005:209,36[B  ]| a new personal experience.
005:209,37[ZL ]| ~~ Of course,
005:209,37['  ]| said Lynch.
005:209,37[ZL ]| After all Aquinas, in$4$ spite of his
005:210,01[ZL ]| intellect,  was exactly a good round  friar. But you will$1$ tell me
005:210,02[ZL ]| about the new personal experience and new terminology some
005:210,03[ZL ]| other day. Hurry up$5$ and finish the first part.
005:210,04[B  ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ knows?
005:210,04['  ]| said Stephen, smiling. 
005:210,04[B  ]| Perhaps Aquinas
005:210,05[B  ]| would understand me better than you. He was a poet himself.
005:210,06[B  ]| He wrote a hymn for$4$ Maundy Thursday. It begins with the
005:210,07[B  ]| words \7Pange\ \7lingua\ \7gloriosi\. They say it is the highest glory
005:210,08[B  ]| of the hymnal. It is an intricate and soothing hymn.  I like$1$ it:
005:210,09[B  ]| but there is no$2$ hymn that$6#1$ can be put beside that$6#2$ mournful and
005:210,10[B  ]| majestic processional song, the \7Vexilla\ \7Regis\ of Venantius
005:210,11[B  ]| Fortunatus.
005:210,12['  ]| Lynch began to$9$ sing softly and solemnly in$4$ a deep bass
005:210,13['  ]| voice:
005:210,14[Z  ]| \7Impleta 7sunt 7qua*e 7concinit\
005:210,15[Z  ]| \David 7fideli 7carmine\
005:210,16[Z  ]| \7Dicendo 7nationibus\
005:210,17[Z  ]| \7Regnavit 7a 7ligno 7Deus\.
005:210,18[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is great! 
005:210,18['  ]| he said, well pleased. 
005:210,18[B  ]| Great music!
005:210,19['  ]| They turned into Lower*Mount*Street. A few steps from the
005:210,20['  ]| corner a fat young man, wearing a silk neckcloth, saluted them
005:210,21['  ]| and stopped.
005:210,22[Y  ]| ~~ Did you hear the results of the exams?
005:210,22['  ]| he asked.
005:210,22[V  ]| Griffin
005:210,23[V  ]| was plucked. Halpin and O'Flynn are through the home civil.
005:210,24[V  ]| Moonan got fifth place in$4$ the Indian. O'Shaughnessy got
005:210,25[V  ]| fourteenth. The Irish fellows in$4$ Clarke's gave them a feed last
005:210,26[V  ]| night. They all ate curry.
005:210,27['  ]| His pallid bloated face expressed benevolent malice and, as
005:210,28['  ]| he had advanced through his tidings of success, his small
005:210,29['  ]| fatencircled eyes vanished out of sight and his weak wheezing
005:210,30['  ]| voice out of hearing.
005:210,31['  ]| In$4$ reply to$4$ a question of Stephen's his eyes and his voice
005:210,32['  ]| came forth again from their lurkingplaces.
005:210,33[V  ]| ~~ Yes, MacCullagh and I,
005:210,33['  ]| he said.
005:210,33[V  ]| He is taking pure mathematics
005:210,34[V  ]| and I am taking constitutional history. There are twenty
005:210,35[V  ]| subjects. I am taking botany too. You know I am a member of
005:210,36[V  ]| the field club.
005:211,01['  ]| He drew back from the other two in$4$ a stately fashion and
005:211,02['  ]| placed a plump woollengloved hand on$4$ his breast, from which$6#1$
005:211,03['  ]| muttered wheezing laughter at once broke forth.
005:211,04[B  ]| ~~ Bring us a few turnips and onions the next time you go
005:211,05[B  ]| out, 
005:211,05['  ]| said Stephen drily,
005:211,05[B  ]| to$9$ make a stew.
005:211,06['  ]| The fat student laughed indulgently and said:
005:211,07[V  ]| ~~ We are all  highly respectable people in$4$ the field club.
005:211,08[V  ]| Last Saturday we went out to$4$ Glenmalure, seven of us.
005:211,09[ZL ]| ~~ With women, Donovan? 
005:211,09['  ]| said Lynch.
005:211,10['  ]| Donovan again laid his hand on$4$ his chest and said:
005:211,11[V  ]| ~~ Our end is the acquisition of knowledge.
005:211,12['  ]| Then he said quickly:
005:211,13[V  ]| ~~ I hear you are writing some essay about esthetics.
005:211,14['  ]| Stephen made a vague gesture of denial.
005:211,15[V  ]| ~~ Goethe and Lessing,
005:211,15['  ]| said Donovan,
005:211,15[V  ]| have written a lot on$4$
005:211,16[V  ]| that$6#2$ subject, the classical school and the romantic school and
005:211,17[V  ]| all that$6#2$. The \Laocoon\ interested me very much when I read it.
005:211,18[V  ]| Of course it is idealistic, German, ultraprofound.
005:211,19['  ]| Neither of the others spoke. Donovan took leave of them
005:211,20['  ]| urbanely.
005:211,21[V  ]| ~~ I must go,
005:211,21['  ]| he said softly and benevolently. 
005:211,21[V  ]| I have a
005:211,22[V  ]| strong suspicion, amounting almost to$4$ a conviction, that$3$ my
005:211,23[V  ]| sister intended to$9$ make pancakes today for$4$ the dinner of the
005:211,24[V  ]| Donovan family.
005:211,25[B  ]| ~~ Goodbye,
005:211,25['  ]| Stephen said in$4$ his wake. 
005:211,25[B  ]| Do not forget the
005:211,26[B  ]| turnips for$4$ me and my mate.
005:211,27['  ]| Lynch gazed after him, his lip curling in$4$ slow scorn till his
005:211,28['  ]| face resembled a devil's mask:
005:211,29[ZL ]| ~~ To$9$ think that$3$ that$6#2$ yellow pancakeeating excrement can
005:211,30[ZL ]| get a good job, he said at length, and I have to$9$ smoke cheap
005:211,31[ZL ]| cigarettes!
005:211,32['  ]| They turned their faces towards Merrion*Square and went
005:211,33['  ]| on$5$ for$4$ a little in$4$ silence.
005:211,34[B  ]| ~~ To$9$ finish what I was saying about beauty, 
005:211,34['  ]| said Stephen,
005:211,35[B  ]| the most satisfying relations of the sensible must therefore
005:211,36[B  ]| correspond to$4$ the necessary phases of artistic apprehension.
005:211,37[B  ]| Find these and you find the qualities of universal beauty.
005:212,01[B  ]| Aquinas says: 
005:212,01[Z  ]| \7ad\ \7pulcritudinem\ \7tria\ \7requiruntur\, \7integritas,\
005:212,02[Z  ]| \7consonantia\, \7claritas\. 
005:212,02[B  ]| I translate it so$5#2$: \Three\ \things\ \are\ \needed\
005:212,03[B  ]| \for$4$\ \beauty\, \wholeness\, \harmony\ \and\ \radiance\. Do these correspond
005:212,04[B  ]| to$4$ the phases of apprehension? Are you following?
005:212,05[ZL ]| ~~ Of course, I am,
005:212,05['  ]| said Lynch.
005:212,05[ZL ]| If you think I have an
005:212,06[ZL ]| excrementitious intelligence run after Donovan and ask him to$9$
005:212,07[ZL ]| listen to$4$ you.
005:212,08['  ]| Stephen pointed to$4$ a basket which$6#1$ a butcher's boy had
005:212,09['  ]| slung inverted on$4$ his head.
005:212,10[B  ]| ~~ Look at that$6#2$ basket,
005:212,10['  ]| he said.
005:212,11[ZL ]| ~~ I see it,
005:212,11['  ]| said Lynch.
005:212,12[B  ]| ~~ In$4$ order to$9$ see that$6#2$ basket,
005:212,12['  ]| said Stephen,
005:212,12[B  ]| your mind first
005:212,13[B  ]| of all separates the basket from the rest of the visible universe
005:212,14[B  ]| which$6#1$ is not the basket. The first phase of apprehension is a
005:212,15[B  ]| bounding line drawn about the object to$9$ be apprehended. An
005:212,16[B  ]| esthetic image is presented to$4$ us either in$4$ space or in$4$ time.
005:212,17[B  ]| What is audible is presented in$4$ time, what is visible is presented
005:212,18[B  ]| in$4$ space. But, temporal or spatial, the esthetic image is
005:212,19[B  ]| first luminously apprehended as selfbounded and selfcontained
005:212,20[B  ]| upon$4$ the immeasurable background of space or time
005:212,21[B  ]| which$6#1$ is not it. You apprehend it as \one\ thing. You see it as
005:212,22[B  ]| one whole. You apprehend its wholeness. That$6#2$ is \integritas\.
005:212,23[ZL ]| ~~ Bull's eye!
005:212,23['  ]| said Lynch, laughing.
005:212,23[ZL ]| Go on$5$.
005:212,24[B  ]| ~~ Then,
005:212,24['  ]| said Stephen, 
005:212,24[B  ]| you pass from point to$4$ point, led by$4$
005:212,25[B  ]| its formal lines; you apprehend it as balanced part against part
005:212,26[B  ]| within its limits; you feel the rhythm of its structure. In$4$ other
005:212,27[B  ]| words the synthesis of immediate perception is followed by$4$
005:212,28[B  ]| the analysis of apprehension. Having first felt that$3$ it is \one\
005:212,29[B  ]| thing you feel now that$3$ it is a \thing\. You apprehend it as
005:212,30[B  ]| complex, multiple, divisible, separable, made up$5$ of its parts,
005:212,31[B  ]| the result of its parts and their sum, harmonious. That$6#2$ is
005:212,32[B  ]| \7consonantia\.
005:212,33[ZL ]| ~~ Bull's eye again! 
005:212,33['  ]| said Lynch wittily.
005:212,33[ZL ]| Tell me now what is
005:212,34[ZL ]| \7claritas\ and you win the cigar.
005:212,35[B  ]| ~~ The connotation of the word, 
005:212,35['  ]| Stephen said, 
005:212,35[B  ]| is rather
005:212,36[B  ]| vague. Aquinas uses a term which$6#1$ seems to$9$ be inexact. It
005:213,01[B  ]| baffled me for$4$ a long time. It would lead you to$9$ believe that$3$
005:213,02[B  ]| he had in$4$ mind symbolism or idealism, the supreme quality of
005:213,03[B  ]| beauty being a light from some other world, the idea of which$6#1$
005:213,04[B  ]| the matter is but the shadow, the reality of which$6#1$ it is but the
005:213,05[B  ]| symbol. I thought he might mean that$3$ \7claritas\ is the artistic
005:213,06[B  ]| discovery and representation of the divine purpose in$4$ anything
005:213,07[B  ]| or a force of generalisation which$6#1$ would make the esthetic
005:213,08[B  ]| image a universal one, make it outshine its proper conditions.
005:213,09[B  ]| But that$6#2$ is literary talk. I understand it so$5#2$. When you have
005:213,10[B  ]| apprehended that$6#2$ basket as one thing and have then  analysed
005:213,11[B  ]| it according to$4$ its form and apprehended it as a thing you
005:213,12[B  ]| make the only synthesis which$6#1$ is logically and esthetically
005:213,13[B  ]| permissible. You see that$3$ it is that$6#2$ thing which$6#1$ it is and no$2$
005:213,14[B  ]| other thing. The radiance of which$6#1$ he speaks is the scholastic
005:213,15[B  ]| \7quidditas\, the \whatness\ of a thing. This supreme quality is
005:213,16[B  ]| felt by$4$ the artist when the esthetic image is first conceived in$4$ his
005:213,17[B  ]| imagination. The mind in$4$ that$6#2$ mysterious instant Shelley
005:213,18[B  ]| likened beautifully to$4$ a fading coal. The instant wherein that$6#2$
005:213,19[B  ]| supreme quality of beauty, the clear radiance of the esthetic
005:213,20[B  ]| image, is apprehended luminously by$4$ the mind which$6#1$ has been
005:213,21[B  ]| arrested by$4$ its wholeness and fascinated by$4$ its harmony is the
005:213,22[B  ]| luminous silent stasis of esthetic pleasure, a spiritual state very
005:213,23[B  ]| like$4$ to$4$ that$6#2$ cardiac condition which$6#1$ the Italian physiologist
005:213,24[B  ]| Luigi*Galvani, using a phrase almost as beautiful as Shelley's,
005:213,25[B  ]| called the enchantment of the heart.
005:213,26['  ]| Stephen paused and, though his companion did not speak,
005:213,27['  ]| felt that$3$ his words had called up$5$ around them a thoughtenchanted
005:213,28['  ]| silence.
005:213,29[B  ]| ~~ What I have said,
005:213,29['  ]| he began again,
005:213,29[B  ]| refers to$4$ beauty in$4$ the
005:213,30[B  ]| wider sense of the word, in$4$ the sense which$6#1$ the word has in$4$
005:213,31[B  ]| the literary tradition. In$4$ the marketplace it has another sense.
005:213,32[B  ]| When we speak of beauty in$4$ the second sense of the term our
005:213,33[B  ]| judgment is influenced in$4$ the first place by$4$ the art itself and by$4$
005:213,34[B  ]| the form of that$6#2$ art. The image, it is clear, must be set between
005:213,35[B  ]| the mind or senses of the  artist himself and the mind or
005:213,36[B  ]| senses of others. If you bear this in$4$ memory you will$1$ see that$3$
005:214,01[B  ]| art necessarily divides itself into three forms progressing from
005:214,02[B  ]| one to$4$ the next. These forms are: the lyrical form, the form
005:214,03[B  ]| wherein the artist presents his image in$4$ immediate relation to$4$
005:214,04[B  ]| himself; the epical form, the form wherein he presents his
005:214,05[B  ]| image in$4$ mediate relation to$4$ himself and to$4$ others; the dramatic
005:214,06[B  ]| form, the form wherein he presents his image in$4$ immediate
005:214,07[B  ]| relation to$4$ others.
005:214,08[ZL ]| ~~ That$6#2$ you told me a few nights ago, 
005:214,08['  ]| said Lynch, 
005:214,08[ZL ]| and we
005:214,09[ZL ]| began the famous discussion.
005:214,10[B  ]| ~~ I have a book at home, 
005:214,10['  ]| said Stephen, 
005:214,10[B  ]| in$4$ which$6#1$ I have
005:214,11[B  ]| written down questions which$6#1$ are more amusing than yours
005:214,12[B  ]| were. In$4$ finding the answers to$4$ them I found the theory of
005:214,13[B  ]| esthetic which$6#1$ I am trying to$9$ explain. Here are some questions
005:214,14[B  ]| I set myself: \Is\ \a\ \chair\ \finely\ \made\ \tragic\ \or\ \comic\? \Is\ \the\
005:214,15[B  ]| \portrait\ \of\ \Mona*Lisa\ \good\ \if\ \I\ \desire\ \to$9$\ \see\ \it\? \Is\ \the\ \bust\ \of\
005:214,16[B  ]| \Sir*Philip*Crampton\ \lyrical\, \epical\ \or\ \dramatic\? \Can\ \excrement\
005:214,17[B  ]| \or\ \a\ \child\ \or\ \a\ \louse\ \be\ \a\ \work\ \of\ \art\? \If\ \not\, \why\ \not\?
005:214,18[ZL ]| ~~ Why not, indeed? 
005:214,18['  ]| said Lynch, laughing.
005:214,19[B  ]| ~~ \If\ \a\ \man\ \hacking\ \in$4$\ \fury\ \at\ \a\ \block\ \of\ \wood\, 
005:214,19['  ]| Stephen
005:214,20['  ]| continued, 
005:214,20[B  ]| \make\ \there\ \an\ \image\ \of\ \a\ \cow\, \is\ \that$6#2$\ \image\ \a\ \work\
005:214,21[B  ]| \of\ \art\? \If\ \not\, \why\ \not\?
005:214,22[ZL ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is a lovely one, 
005:214,22['  ]| said  Lynch, laughing again. 
005:214,22[ZL ]| That$6#2$ has
005:214,23[ZL ]| the true scholastic stink.
005:214,24[B  ]| ~~ Lessing,
005:214,24['  ]| said Stephen, 
005:214,24[B  ]| should not have taken a group of
005:214,25[B  ]| statues to$9$ write of. The art, being inferior, does not present the
005:214,26[B  ]| forms I spoke of distinguished clearly one from another. Even
005:214,27[B  ]| in$4$ literature, the highest and most spiritual art, the forms are
005:214,28[B  ]| often confused. The lyrical form is in$4$ fact the simplest verbal
005:214,29[B  ]| vesture of an instant of emotion, a rhythmical cry such as ages
005:214,30[B  ]| ago cheered on$4$ the man who$6#1$ pulled at the oar or dragged
005:214,31[B  ]| stones up$4$ a slope. He who$6#1$ utters it is more conscious of the
005:214,32[B  ]| instant of emotion than of himself as feeling emotion. The
005:214,33[B  ]| simplest epical form is seen emerging out of lyrical literature
005:214,34[B  ]| when the artist prolongs and broods upon$4$ himself as the
005:214,35[B  ]| centre of an epical event and this form progresses till the
005:214,36[B  ]| centre of emotional gravity is equidistant from the artist
005:215,01[B  ]| himself and from others. The narrative is no$2$ longer purely
005:215,02[B  ]| personal. The personality of the artist passes into the narration
005:215,03[B  ]| itself, flowing round and round the persons and the action
005:215,04[B  ]| like$4$ a vital sea. This progress you will$1$ see easily in$4$ that$6#2$ old
005:215,05[B  ]| English ballad \Turpin*Hero\ which$6#1$ begins in$4$ the first person
005:215,06[B  ]| and ends in$4$ the third person. The dramatic form is reached
005:215,07[B  ]| when the vitality which$6#1$ has flowed and eddied round each
005:215,08[B  ]| person fills every person with such vital force that$3$ he or she
005:215,09[B  ]| assumes a proper and intangible esthetic life. The personality
005:215,10[B  ]| of the artist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and then
005:215,11[B  ]| a fluid and lambent narrative, finally refines itself out of existence,
005:215,12[B  ]| impersonalises itself, so$5#2$ to$9$ speak. The esthetic image in$4$
005:215,13[B  ]| the dramatic form is life purified in$4$ and reprojected from the
005:215,14[B  ]| human imagination. The mystery of esthetic like$4$ that$6#2$ of material
005:215,15[B  ]| creation is accomplished. The artist, like$4$ the God of the
005:215,16[B  ]| creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his
005:215,17[B  ]| handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent,
005:215,18[B  ]| paring his fingernails.
005:215,19[ZL ]| ~~ Trying to$9$ refine them also out of existence, 
005:215,19['  ]| said Lynch.
005:215,20['  ]| A fine rain began to$9$ fall from the high veiled sky and they
005:215,21['  ]| turned into the duke's*lawn, to$9$ reach the national*library
005:215,22['  ]| before the shower came.
005:215,23[ZL ]| ~~ What do you mean, 
005:215,23['  ]| Lynch asked surlily,
005:215,23[ZL ]| by$4$ prating
005:215,24[ZL ]| about beauty and the imagination in$4$ this miserable Godforsaken
005:215,25[ZL ]| island? No$2$ wonder the artist retired within or behind
005:215,26[ZL ]| his handiwork after having perpetrated this country.
005:215,27['  ]| The rain fell faster. When they passed through the passage
005:215,28['  ]| beside the royal*Irish*academy they found many students
005:215,29['  ]| sheltering under the arcade of the library. Cranly, leaning
005:215,30['  ]| against a pillar, was picking his teeth with a sharpened match,
005:215,31['  ]| listening to$4$ some companions. Some girls stood near the
005:215,32['  ]| entrance door. Lynch whispered to$4$ Stephen:
005:215,33[ZL ]| ~~ Your beloved is  here.
005:215,34['  ]| Stephen took his place silently on$4$ the step below the group
005:215,35['  ]| of students, heedless of the rain which$6#1$ fell fast, turning his
005:215,36['  ]| eyes towards her  from time to$4$ time. She too stood silently
005:216,01['  ]| among her companions.
005:216,01@b   | She has no$2$ priest to$9$ flirt with, 
005:216,01['  ]| he
005:216,02['  ]| thought with conscious bitterness, remembering how he had
005:216,03['  ]| seen her last.
005:216,03@b   | Lynch was right. 
005:216,03['  ]| His mind, emptied of theory
005:216,04['  ]| and courage, lapsed back into a listless peace.
005:216,05['  ]| He heard the students talking among themselves. They
005:216,06['  ]| spoke of two friends who$6#1$ had passed the final medical examination,
005:216,07['  ]| of the chances of getting places on$4$ ocean liners, of
005:216,08['  ]| poor and rich practices.
005:216,09[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is all a  bubble. An Irish country practice is better.
005:216,10[V  ]| ~~ Hynes was two years in$4$ Liverpool and he says the same.
005:216,11[V  ]| A frightful hole he said it was. Nothing but midwifery cases.
005:216,12[V  ]| Half a crown cases.
005:216,13[V  ]| ~~ Do you mean to$9$ say it is better to$9$ have a job here in$4$ the
005:216,14[V  ]| country than in$4$ a rich city like$4$ that$6#2$? I know a fellow ~~~
005:216,15[V  ]| ~~ Hynes has no$2$ brains. He got through by$4$ stewing, pure
005:216,16[V  ]| stewing.
005:216,17[V  ]| ~~ Do not mind him. There is  plenty of money to$9$ be made in$4$ a
005:216,18[V  ]| big commercial city.
005:216,19[V  ]| ~~ Depends on$4$ the practice.
005:216,20[V  ]| ~~ \7Ego 7credo 7ut 7vita 7pauperum 7est 7simpliciter 7atrox, 7simpliciter\
005:216,21[V  ]| \7sanguinarius 7atrox, 7in 7Liverpoolio\.
005:216,22['  ]| Their voices reached his ears as if from a distance in$4$ interrupted
005:216,23['  ]| pulsation. She was preparing to$9$ go away with her
005:216,24['  ]| companions.
005:216,25['  ]| The  quick light shower had drawn off, tarrying in$4$ clusters of
005:216,26['  ]| diamonds among the shrubs of the quadrangle where an
005:216,27['  ]| exhalation  was breathed forth by$4$ the blackened earth. Their
005:216,28['  ]| trim boots prattled as they stood on$4$ the steps of the colonnade,
005:216,29['  ]| talking quietly and gaily, glancing at the clouds, holding
005:216,30['  ]| their umbrellas at cunning angles against the few last raindrops,
005:216,31['  ]| closing them again, holding their skirts demurely.
005:216,32['  ]| And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple
005:216,33['  ]| rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay
005:216,34['  ]| in$4$ the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart
005:216,35['  ]| simple and wilful  as a bird's heart?
005:216,36['  ]| 
005:217,01['  ]| Towards dawn he awoke. O what sweet music! His soul
005:217,02['  ]| was all dewy wet. Over his limbs in$4$ sleep pale cool waves of
005:217,03['  ]| light had passed. He lay still, as if his soul lay amid cool waters,
005:217,04['  ]| conscious of faint sweet music. His mind was waking
005:217,05['  ]| slowly to$4$ a tremulous morning knowledge, a morning inspiration.
005:217,06['  ]| A spirit filled him, pure as the purest water, sweet as
005:217,07['  ]| dew, moving as music. But how faintly it was inbreathed, how
005:217,08['  ]| passionlessly, as if the seraphim themselves were breathing
005:217,09['  ]| upon$4$ him! His soul was waking slowly, fearing to$9$ awake
005:217,10['  ]| wholly. It was that$6#2$ windless hour of dawn when madness
005:217,11['  ]| wakes and strange plants open to$4$ the light and the moth flies
005:217,12['  ]| forth silently.
005:217,13['  ]| An enchantment of the heart! The night had been enchanted.
005:217,14['  ]| In$4$ a dream or vision he had known the ecstasy of
005:217,15['  ]| seraphic life. Was it an instant of enchantment only or long
005:217,16['  ]| hours and days and years and ages?
005:217,17['  ]| The instant of inspiration seemed now to$9$ be reflected from
005:217,18['  ]| all sides at once from a multitude of cloudy circumstance of
005:217,19['  ]| what had happened or of what might have happened. The
005:217,20['  ]| instant flashed forth like$4$ a point of light and now from cloud
005:217,21['  ]| on$4$ cloud of vague circumstance confused form  was veiling
005:217,22['  ]| softly its afterglow. O! In$4$ the virgin womb of the imagination
005:217,23['  ]| the word was made flesh. Gabriel the  seraph had come to$4$ the
005:217,24['  ]| virgin's chamber. An afterglow deepened within his spirit,
005:217,25['  ]| whence the white flame had passed, deepening to$4$ a rose and
005:217,26['  ]| ardent light. That$6#2$ rose and ardent light was her strange wilful
005:217,27['  ]| heart, strange that$3$ no$2$ man had known or would know, wilful
005:217,28['  ]| from before the beginning of the world: and lured by$4$ that$6#2$
005:217,29['  ]| ardent roselike glow the choirs of the seraphim were falling
005:217,30['  ]| from heaven.
005:217,31[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\,
005:217,32[XX ]| \Lure of the fallen seraphim\?
005:217,33[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:217,34['  ]| The verses passed from his mind to$4$ his lips and, murmuring
005:217,35['  ]| them over, he felt the rhythmic movement of a villanelle pass
005:218,01['  ]| through them. The roselike glow sent forth its rays of rhyme;
005:218,02['  ]| ways, days, blaze, praise, raise. Its rays burned up$5$ the world,
005:218,03['  ]| consumed the hearts of men and angels: the rays from the
005:218,04['  ]| rose that$6#1$ was her wilful heart.
005:218,05[XX ]| \Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze\
005:218,06[XX ]| \And you have had your will$0$ of him\.
005:218,07[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\?
005:218,08['  ]| And then? The rhythm died away, ceased, began again to$9$
005:218,09['  ]| move and beat. And then? Smoke, incense ascending from the
005:218,10['  ]| altar of the world.
005:218,11[XX ]| \Above the flame the smoke of praise\
005:218,12[XX ]| \Goes up$5$ from ocean rim to$4$ rim\.
005:218,13[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:218,14['  ]| Smoke went up$5$ from the whole earth, from the vapoury
005:218,15['  ]| oceans, smoke of her praise. The earth was like$4$ a swinging
005:218,16['  ]| smoking swaying censer, a ball of incense, an ellipsoidal ball.
005:218,17['  ]| The rhythm died out at once; the cry of his heart was broken.
005:218,18['  ]| His lips began to$9$ murmur the first verses over and over; then
005:218,19['  ]| went on$5$ stumbling through half verses, stammering and
005:218,20['  ]| baffled; then stopped. The heart's cry was broken.
005:218,21['  ]| The veiled windless hour had passed and behind the panes
005:218,22['  ]| of the naked window the morning light was gathering. A bell
005:218,23['  ]| beat faintly very far away. A bird twittered; two birds, three.
005:218,24['  ]| The bell and the bird ceased: and the dull white light  spread
005:218,25['  ]| itself east and west, covering the world, covering the roselight
005:218,26['  ]| in$4$ his heart.
005:218,27['  ]| Fearing to$9$ lose all, he raised himself suddenly on$4$ his elbow
005:218,28['  ]| to$9$ look for$4$ paper and pencil. There was neither on$4$ the table;
005:218,29['  ]| only the soupplate he had eaten the rice from for$4$ supper and
005:218,30['  ]| the candlestick with its tendrils of tallow and its paper socket,
005:218,31['  ]| singed by$4$ the last flame. He stretched his arm wearily towards
005:218,32['  ]| the foot of the bed, groping with his hand in$4$ the pockets of the
005:218,33['  ]| coat that$6#1$ hung there. His fingers found a pencil and then a
005:218,34['  ]| cigarette packet.  He  lay back and, tearing open the packet,
005:218,35['  ]| placed the last cigarette on$4$ the windowledge and began to$9$
005:219,01['  ]| write out the stanzas of the villanelle in$4$ small neat letters on$4$
005:219,02['  ]| the rough cardboard surface.
005:219,03['  ]| Having written them out he lay back on$4$ the lumpy pillow,
005:219,04['  ]| murmuring them again. The lumps of knotted flock under his
005:219,05['  ]| head reminded him of the lumps of knotted horsehair in$4$ the
005:219,06['  ]| sofa of her parlour on$4$ which$6#1$ he used to$9$ sit, smiling or serious,
005:219,07['  ]| asking himself why he had come, displeased with her and with
005:219,08['  ]| himself, confounded by$4$ the print of the Sacred*Heart above
005:219,09['  ]| the untenanted sideboard. He saw her approach him in$4$ a lull
005:219,10['  ]| of the talk and beg him to$9$ sing one of his curious songs. Then
005:219,11['  ]| he saw himself sitting at the old piano, striking chords softly
005:219,12['  ]| from its speckled keys and singing, amid the talk which$6#1$ had
005:219,13['  ]| risen again in$4$ the room, to$4$ her who$6#1$ leaned beside the mantelpiece
005:219,14['  ]| a dainty song of the Elizabethans, a sad and sweet loth
005:219,15['  ]| to$9$ depart, the victory chant of Agincourt, the happy air of
005:219,16['  ]| Greensleeves. While he sang and she listened, or feigned to$9$
005:219,17['  ]| listen, his heart was at rest but when the quaint old songs had
005:219,18['  ]| ended and he heard again the voices in$4$ the room he remembered
005:219,19['  ]| his own sarcasm: the house where young men are called
005:219,20['  ]| by$4$ their christian names a little too soon.
005:219,21['  ]| At certain instants her eyes seemed about to$9$ trust him but
005:219,22['  ]| he had waited in$4$ vain. She passed now dancing lightly across
005:219,23['  ]| his memory as she had been that$6#2$ night at the carnival ball, her
005:219,24['  ]| white dress a little lifted, a white spray nodding in$4$ her hair.
005:219,25['  ]| She danced lightly in$4$ the round. She was dancing towards him
005:219,26['  ]| and, as she came, her eyes were a little averted and a faint
005:219,27['  ]| glow was on$4$ her cheek. At the pause in$4$ the chain of hands her
005:219,28['  ]| hand had lain in$4$ his an instant, a soft merchandise.
005:219,29@b   | ~~ You are a great stranger now.
005:219,30@b   | ~~ Yes. I was born to$9$ be a monk.
005:219,31@b   | ~~ I am afraid you are a heretic.
005:219,32@b   | ~~ Are you much afraid?
005:219,33['  ]| For$4$ answer she had danced away from him along the chain
005:219,34['  ]| of hands, dancing lightly and discreetly, giving herself to$4$ none.
005:219,35['  ]| The white spray nodded to$4$ her dancing and when she was in$4$
005:219,36['  ]| shadow the glow was deeper on$4$ her cheek.
005:219,37['  ]| A monk! His own image started forth a profaner of the
005:220,01['  ]| cloister, a heretic franciscan, willing and willing not to$9$ serve,
005:220,02['  ]| spinning like$4$ Gherardino*da*Borgo*San*Donnino, a lithe web
005:220,03['  ]| of sophistry and whispering in$4$ her ear.
005:220,04['  ]| No$7$, it was not his image. It was like$4$ the image of the young
005:220,05['  ]| priest in$4$ whose company he had seen her last, looking at him
005:220,06['  ]| out of dove's eyes, toying with the pages of her Irish phrasebook.
005:220,07@b   | ~~ Yes, yes, the ladies are coming round to$4$ us. I can see it
005:220,08@b   | every day. The ladies are with us. The best helpers the language
005:220,09@b   | has.
005:220,10@b   | ~~ And the church, Father*Moran?
005:220,11@b   | ~~ The church too. Coming round too. The work is going
005:220,12@b   | ahead there too. Do not fret about the church.
005:220,13['  ]| Bah! he had done well to$9$ leave the room in$4$ disdain. He had
005:220,14['  ]| done well not to$9$ salute her on$4$ the steps of the library. He had
005:220,15['  ]| done well to$9$ leave her to$9$ flirt with her priest, to$9$ toy with a
005:220,16['  ]| church which$6#1$ was the scullerymaid of christendom.
005:220,17['  ]| Rude brutal anger routed the last lingering instant of ecstasy
005:220,18['  ]| from his soul. It broke up$5$ violently her fair image and
005:220,19['  ]| flung the fragments on$4$ all sides. On$4$ all sides distorted
005:220,20['  ]| reflections of her image started from his memory: the flower-girl
005:220,21['  ]| in$4$ the ragged dress with damp coarse hair and a hoyden's
005:220,22['  ]| face who$6#1$ had called herself his own girl and begged his handsel,
005:220,23['  ]| the kitchengirl in$4$ the next house who$6#1$ sang over the clatter
005:220,24['  ]| of her plates with the drawl of a country singer the first bars of
005:220,25['  ]| \By*Killarney's*Lakes*and*Fells\, a girl who$6#1$ had laughed gaily to$9$
005:220,26['  ]| see him stumble when the iron grating in$4$ the footpath near
005:220,27['  ]| Cork*Hill had caught the broken sole of his shoe, a girl he had
005:220,28['  ]| glanced at, attracted by$4$ her small ripe mouth, as she passed
005:220,29['  ]| out of Jacob's biscuit factory, who$6#1$ had cried to$4$ him over her
005:220,30['  ]| shoulder:
005:220,31[V  ]| ~~ Do you like$1$ what you seen of me, straight hair and curly
005:220,32[V  ]| eyebrows?
005:220,33['  ]| And yet he felt that$3$, however he might revile and mock her
005:220,34['  ]| image, his anger was also a form of homage. He had left the
005:220,35['  ]| classroom in$4$ disdain that$6#1$ was not wholly sincere, feeling that$3$
005:221,01['  ]| perhaps the secret of her race lay behind those dark eyes upon$4$
005:221,02['  ]| which$6#1$ her long lashes flung a quick shadow. He had told
005:221,03['  ]| himself bitterly as he walked through the streets that$3$ she was a
005:221,04['  ]| figure of the womanhood of her country, a batlike soul waking
005:221,05['  ]| to$4$ the consciousness of itself in$4$ darkness and secrecy and
005:221,06['  ]| loneliness, tarrying awhile, loveless and sinless, with her mild
005:221,07['  ]| lover and leaving him to$9$ whisper of innocent transgressions in$4$
005:221,08['  ]| the latticed ear of a priest. His anger against her found vent in$4$
005:221,09['  ]| coarse railing at her paramour, whose name and voice and
005:221,10['  ]| features offended his baffled pride: a priested peasant, with a
005:221,11['  ]| brother a policeman in$4$ Dublin and a brother a potboy in$4$
005:221,12['  ]| Moycullen. To$4$ him she would unveil her soul's shy nakedness,
005:221,13['  ]| to$4$ one who$6#1$ was but schooled in$4$ the discharging of a formal
005:221,14['  ]| rite rather than to$4$ him, a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting
005:221,15['  ]| the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of
005:221,16['  ]| everliving life.
005:221,17['  ]| The radiant image of the eucharist united again in$4$ an instant
005:221,18['  ]| his bitter and despairing thoughts, their cries arising
005:221,19['  ]| unbroken in$4$ a hymn of thanksgiving.
005:221,20[XX ]| \Our broken cries and mournful lays\
005:221,21[XX ]| \Rise in$4$ one eucharistic hymn\.
005:221,22[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\?
005:221,23[XX ]| \While sacrificing hands upraise\
005:221,24[XX ]| \The chalice flowing to$4$ the brim\,
005:221,25[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:221,26['  ]| He spoke the verses aloud from the first lines till the music
005:221,27['  ]| and rhythm suffused his mind, turning it to$4$ quiet indulgence;
005:221,28['  ]| then copied them painfully to$9$ feel them the better by$4$ seeing
005:221,29['  ]| them; then lay back on$4$ his bolster.
005:221,30['  ]| The full morning light had come. No$2$ sound was to$9$ be
005:221,31['  ]| heard: but he knew that$3$ all around him life was about to$9$
005:221,32['  ]| awaken in$4$ common noises, hoarse voices, sleepy prayers.
005:221,33['  ]| Shrinking from that$6#2$ life he turned towards the wall, making a
005:221,34['  ]| cowl of the blanket and staring at the great overblown scarlet
005:222,01['  ]| flowers of the tattered wallpaper. He tried to$9$ warm his perishing
005:222,02['  ]| joy in$4$ their scarlet glow, imagining a roseway from where
005:222,03['  ]| he lay upwards to$4$ heaven all strewn  with scarlet flowers.
005:222,04['  ]| Weary! Weary! He too was weary of ardent ways.
005:222,05['  ]| A gradual warmth, a languorous weariness passed over
005:222,06['  ]| him, descending along his spine from his closely cowled  head.
005:222,07['  ]| He felt it descend and, seeing himself as he lay, smiled. Soon
005:222,08['  ]| he would sleep.
005:222,09['  ]| He had written verses for$4$ her again after ten years. Ten
005:222,10['  ]| years before she had worn her shawl cowlwise about her head,
005:222,11['  ]| sending sprays of her warm breath into the night air, tapping
005:222,12['  ]| her foot upon$4$ the glassy road. It was the last tram; the lank
005:222,13['  ]| brown horses knew it and shook their bells to$4$ the clear night
005:222,14['  ]| in$4$ admonition. The conductor talked with the driver, both
005:222,15['  ]| nodding often in$4$ the green light of the lamp. They stood on$4$
005:222,16['  ]| the steps of the tram, he on$4$ the upper, she on$4$ the lower. She
005:222,17['  ]| came up$5$ to$4$ his step many times between their phrases and
005:222,18['  ]| went down again and once or twice remained beside him
005:222,19['  ]| forgetting to$9$ go down and then went down. Let be! Let be!
005:222,20['  ]| Ten years from that$6#2$ wisdom of children to$4$ his folly. If he
005:222,21['  ]| sent her the verses? They would be read out at breakfast amid
005:222,22['  ]| the tapping of eggshells. Folly indeed! The brothers would
005:222,23['  ]| laugh and try to$9$ wrest the page from each other with their
005:222,24['  ]| strong hard fingers. The suave priest, her uncle, seated in$4$
005:222,25['  ]| his armchair, would hold the page at arm's length, read it
005:222,26['  ]| smiling and approve of the literary form.
005:222,27['  ]| No$7$, no$7$: that$6#2$ was folly. Even if he sent her the verses she
005:222,28['  ]| would not show them to$4$ others. No$7$, no$7$: she could not.
005:222,29['  ]| He began to$9$ feel that$3$ he had wronged her. A sense of her
005:222,30['  ]| innocence moved him almost to$9$ pity her, an innocence he had
005:222,31['  ]| never understood till he had come to$4$ the knowledge of it
005:222,32['  ]| through sin, an innocence which$6#1$ she too had not understood
005:222,33['  ]| while she was innocent or before the strange humiliation of
005:222,34['  ]| her nature had first come upon$4$ her. Then first her soul had
005:222,35['  ]| begun to$9$ live as his soul had when he had first sinned: and a
005:222,36['  ]| tender compassion filled his heart as he remembered her frail
005:223,01['  ]| pallor and her eyes, humbled and saddened by$4$ the dark shame
005:223,02['  ]| of womanhood.
005:223,03['  ]| While his soul had passed from ecstasy to$4$ languor where
005:223,04['  ]| had she been? Might it be, in$4$ the mysterious ways of spiritual
005:223,05['  ]| life, that$3$ her soul at those same moments had been conscious
005:223,06['  ]| of his homage? It might be.
005:223,07['  ]| A glow of desire kindled again his soul and fired and
005:223,08['  ]| fulfilled all his body. Conscious of his desire she was waking
005:223,09['  ]| from odorous sleep, the temptress of his villanelle. Her eyes,
005:223,10['  ]| dark and with a look of languor, were opening to$4$ his eyes. Her
005:223,11['  ]| nakedness yielded to$4$ him, radiant, warm, odorous and lavishlimbed,
005:223,12['  ]| enfolded him like$4$ a shining cloud, enfolded him like$4$
005:223,13['  ]| water with a liquid life: and like$4$ a cloud of vapour or like$4$
005:223,14['  ]| waters circumfluent in$4$ space the liquid letters of speech,
005:223,15['  ]| symbols of the element of mystery, flowed forth over his
005:223,16['  ]| brain.
005:223,17[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\,
005:223,18[XX ]| \Lure of the fallen seraphim\?
005:223,19[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:223,20[XX ]| \Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze\
005:223,21[XX ]| \And you have had your will$0$ of him\.
005:223,22[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\?
005:223,23[XX ]| \Above the flame the smoke of praise\
005:223,24[XX ]| \Goes up$5$ from ocean rim to$4$ rim\.
005:223,25[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:223,26[XX ]| \Our broken cries and mournful lays\
005:223,27[XX ]| \Rise in$4$ one eucharistic hymn\.
005:223,28[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\?
005:223,29[XX ]| \While sacrificing hands upraise\
005:223,30[XX ]| \The chalice flowing to$4$ the brim\,
005:223,31[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:223,32[XX ]| \And still you hold our longing gaze\
005:223,33[XX ]| \With languorous look and lavish limb\!
005:224,01[XX ]| \Are you not weary of ardent ways\?
005:224,02[XX ]| \Tell no$2$ more of enchanted days\.
005:224,03['  ]| 
005:224,04['  ]| What birds were they? He stood on$4$ the steps of the library
005:224,05['  ]| to$9$ look at them, leaning wearily on$4$ his ashplant. They flew
005:224,06['  ]| round and round the jutting shoulder of a house in$4$ Molesworth*Street. 
005:224,07['  ]| The air of the late March evening made clear
005:224,08['  ]| their flight, their dark darting quivering bodies flying clearly
005:224,09['  ]| against the sky as against a limphung cloth of smoky tenuous
005:224,10['  ]| blue.
005:224,11['  ]| He watched their flight; bird after bird: a dark flash, a
005:224,12['  ]| swerve, a flash again, a dart aside, a curve, a flutter of wings.
005:224,13['  ]| He tried to$9$ count them before all their darting quivering
005:224,14['  ]| bodies passed: six, ten, eleven: and wondered were they odd
005:224,15['  ]| or even in$4$ number. Twelve, thirteen: for$3$ two came wheeling
005:224,16['  ]| down from the upper sky. They were flying high and low but
005:224,17['  ]| ever round and round in$4$ straight and curving lines and ever
005:224,18['  ]| flying from left to$4$ right, circling about a temple of air.
005:224,19['  ]| He  listened to$4$ the cries: like$4$ the squeak of mice behind the
005:224,20['  ]| wainscot: a shrill twofold note. But the notes were long and
005:224,21['  ]| shrill and whirring, unlike the cry of vermin, falling a third or
005:224,22['  ]| a fourth and trilled as the flying beaks clove the air. Their cry
005:224,23['  ]| was shrill and clear and fine and falling like$4$ threads of silken
005:224,24['  ]| light unwound from whirring spools.
005:224,25['  ]| The inhuman clamour soothed his ears in$4$ which$6#1$ his
005:224,26['  ]| mother's sobs and reproaches murmured insistently and the
005:224,27['  ]| dark frail quivering bodies wheeling and fluttering and swerving
005:224,28['  ]| round an airy temple of the tenuous sky soothed his eyes
005:224,29['  ]| which$6#1$ still saw the image of his mother's face.
005:224,30['  ]| Why was he gazing upwards from the steps of the porch,
005:224,31['  ]| hearing their shrill twofold cry, watching their flight? For$4$ an
005:224,32['  ]| augury of good or evil? A phrase of Cornelius*Agrippa flew
005:224,33['  ]| through his mind and then there flew hither and thither shapeless
005:224,34['  ]| thoughts from Swedenborg on$4$ the correspondence of
005:224,35['  ]| birds to$4$ things of the intellect and of how the creatures of the
005:225,01['  ]| air have their knowledge and know their times and seasons
005:225,02['  ]| because they, unlike man, are in$4$ the order of their life and
005:225,03['  ]| have not perverted that$6#2$ order by$4$ reason.
005:225,04['  ]| And for$4$ ages men had gazed upward as he was gazing at
005:225,05['  ]| birds in$4$ flight. The colonnade above him made him think
005:225,06['  ]| vaguely of an ancient temple and the ashplant on$4$ which$6#1$ he
005:225,07['  ]| leaned wearily of the curved stick of an augur. A sense of fear
005:225,08['  ]| of the unknown moved in$4$ the heart of his weariness, a fear of
005:225,09['  ]| symbols and portents, of the hawklike man whose name he
005:225,10['  ]| bore soaring out of his captivity on$4$ osierwoven wings, of
005:225,11['  ]| Thoth, the god of writers, writing with a reed upon$4$ a tablet
005:225,12['  ]| and bearing on$4$ his narrow ibis head the cusped moon.
005:225,13['  ]| He smiled as he thought of the god's image for$3$ it made him
005:225,14['  ]| think of a bottlenosed judge in$4$ a wig, putting commas into a
005:225,15['  ]| document which$6#1$ he held at arm's length and he knew that$3$ he
005:225,16['  ]| would not have remembered the god's name but that$6#2$ it was
005:225,17['  ]| like$4$ an Irish oath. It was folly. But was it for$4$ this folly that$3$ he
005:225,18['  ]| was about to$9$ leave for*ever the house of prayer and prudence
005:225,19['  ]| into which$6#1$ he had been born and the order of life out of which$6#1$
005:225,20['  ]| he had come?
005:225,21['  ]| They came back with shrill cries over the jutting shoulder of
005:225,22['  ]| the house, flying darkly against the fading air. What birds were
005:225,23['  ]| they? He thought that$3$ they must be swallows who$6#1$ had come
005:225,24['  ]| back from the south. Then he was to$9$ go away for$3$ they were
005:225,25['  ]| birds ever going and coming, building ever an unlasting home
005:225,26['  ]| under the eaves of men's houses and ever leaving the homes
005:225,27['  ]| they had built to$9$ wander.
005:225,28[Z  ]| \Bend down your faces, Oona and Aleel\,
005:225,29[Z  ]| \I gaze upon$4$ them as the swallow gazes\
005:225,30[Z  ]| \Upon$4$ the nest under the eave before\
005:225,31[Z  ]| \He wander the loud waters\.
005:225,32['  ]| A soft liquid joy like$4$ the noise of many waters flowed over
005:225,33['  ]| his memory and he felt in$4$ his heart the soft peace of silent
005:225,34['  ]| spaces of fading tenuous sky above the waters, of oceanic
005:226,01['  ]| silence, of swallows flying through the seadusk over the flowing
005:226,02['  ]| waters.
005:226,03['  ]| A soft liquid joy flowed through the words where the soft
005:226,04['  ]| long vowels hurtled noiselessly and fell away, lapping and
005:226,05['  ]| flowing back and ever shaking the white bells of their waves in$4$
005:226,06['  ]| mute chime and mute peal and soft low swooning cry; and he
005:226,07['  ]| felt that$3$ the augury he had sought in$4$ the wheeling darting
005:226,08['  ]| birds and in$4$ the pale space of sky above him had come forth
005:226,09['  ]| from his heart like$4$ a bird from a turret quietly and swiftly.
005:226,10['  ]| Symbol of departure or of loneliness? The verses crooned in$4$
005:226,11['  ]| the ear of his memory composed slowly before his remembering
005:226,12['  ]| eyes the scene of the hall on$4$ the night of the opening of the
005:226,13['  ]| national*theatre. He was alone at the side of the balcony,
005:226,14['  ]| looking out of jaded eyes at the culture of Dublin in$4$ the stalls
005:226,15['  ]| and at the tawdry scenecloths and human dolls framed by$4$ the
005:226,16['  ]| garish lamps of the stage. A burly policeman sweated behind
005:226,17['  ]| him and seemed at every moment about to$9$ act. The catcalls
005:226,18['  ]| and hisses and mocking cries ran in$4$ rude gusts round the hall
005:226,19['  ]| from his scattered fellowstudents.
005:226,20[X  ]| ~~ A libel on$4$ Ireland!
005:226,21[X  ]| ~~ Made in$4$ Germany!
005:226,22[X  ]| ~~ Blasphemy!
005:226,23[X  ]| ~~ We never sold our faith!
005:226,24[X  ]| ~~ No$2$  Irish woman ever did it!
005:226,25[X  ]| ~~ We want no$2$ amateur atheists.
005:226,26[X  ]| ~~ We want no$2$ budding buddhists.
005:226,27['  ]| A sudden swift hiss fell from the windows above him and he
005:226,28['  ]| knew that$3$ the electric lamps had been switched on$5$ in$4$ the
005:226,29['  ]| reader's room. He turned into the pillared  hall, now calmly lit,
005:226,30['  ]| went up$4$ the staircase and passed in$5$ through the clicking turnstile.
005:226,31['  ]| Cranly was sitting over near the dictionaries. A thick book,
005:226,32['  ]| opened at the frontispiece, lay before him on$4$ the wooden rest.
005:226,33['  ]| He leaned back in$4$ his chair, inclining his ear like$4$ that$6#2$ of a
005:226,34['  ]| confessor to$4$ the face of the medical student who$6#1$ was reading
005:226,35['  ]| to$4$ him a problem from the chess page of a journal. Stephen sat
005:227,01['  ]| down at his right and the priest at the other side of the  table
005:227,02['  ]| closed his copy of \The*Tablet\ with an angry snap and stood
005:227,03['  ]| up$5$.
005:227,04['  ]| Cranly gazed after him blandly and vaguely. The medical
005:227,05['  ]| student went on$5$ in$4$ a softer voice:
005:227,06[V  ]| ~~ Pawn to$4$ king's fourth.
005:227,07[B  ]| ~~ We had better go, Dixon,
005:227,07['  ]| said Stephen in$4$ warning.
005:227,07[B  ]| He
005:227,08[B  ]| has gone to$9$ complain.
005:227,09['  ]| Dixon folded the journal and rose with dignity, saying:
005:227,10[V  ]| ~~ Our men retired in$4$ good order.
005:227,11[B  ]| ~~ With guns and cattle,
005:227,11['  ]| added Stephen, pointing to$4$ the
005:227,12['  ]| titlepage of Cranly's book on$4$ which$6#1$ was printed 
005:227,13['  ]| \Diseases*of*the*Ox\.
005:227,14['  ]| As they passed through a lane of the tables Stephen said:
005:227,15[B  ]| ~~ Cranly, I want to$9$ speak to$4$ you.
005:227,16['  ]| Cranly did not answer or turn. He laid his book on$4$ the
005:227,17['  ]| counter and passed out, his wellshod feet sounding flatly on$4$
005:227,18['  ]| the floor. On$4$ the staircase he paused and gazing absently at
005:227,19['  ]| Dixon repeated:
005:227,20[I  ]| ~~ Pawn to$4$ king's bloody fourth.
005:227,21[V  ]| ~~ Put it that$6#2$ way if you like$1$, 
005:227,21['  ]| Dixon said.
005:227,22['  ]| He had a quiet toneless voice and urbane manners and on$4$ a
005:227,23['  ]| finger of his plump clean hand he displayed at moments a
005:227,24['  ]| signet ring.
005:227,25['  ]| As they crossed the hall a man of dwarfish stature came
005:227,26['  ]| towards them. Under the dome of his tiny hat his unshaven
005:227,27['  ]| face began to$9$ smile with pleasure and he was heard to$9$ murmur.
005:227,28['  ]| The eyes were melancholy as those of a monkey.
005:227,29[I  ]| ~~ Good evening, captain,
005:227,29['  ]| said Cranly, halting.
005:227,30[V  ]| ~~ Good evening, gentlemen, 
005:227,30['  ]| said the stubblegrown monkeyish
005:227,31['  ]| face.
005:227,32[I  ]| ~~ Warm weather for$4$ March,
005:227,32['  ]| said Cranly. 
005:227,32[I  ]| They have the
005:227,33['  ]| windows open upstairs.
005:227,34['  ]| Dixon smiled and turned his ring. The blackish monkeypuckered
005:227,35['  ]| face pursed its human mouth with gentle pleasure:
005:227,36['  ]| and its voice purred:
005:228,01[V  ]| ~~ Delightful weather for$4$ March. Simply delightful.
005:228,02[V  ]| ~~ There are two nice young ladies upstairs, captain, tired of
005:228,03[V  ]| waiting,
005:228,03['  ]| Dixon said.
005:228,04['  ]| Cranly smiled and said kindly:
005:228,05[I  ]| ~~ The captain has only one love: sir*Walter*Scott. Is not that$6#2$
005:228,06[I  ]| so$5#2$, captain?
005:228,07[V  ]| ~~ What are you reading now, captain?
005:228,07['  ]| Dixon asked.
005:228,07[V  ]| \The*Bride*of*Lammermoor\?
005:228,08[V  ]| 
005:228,09[V  ]| ~~ I love old Scott,
005:228,09['  ]| the flexible lips said. 
005:228,09[V  ]| I think he writes
005:228,10[V  ]| something lovely. There is no$2$ writer can touch 
005:228,11[V  ]| sir*Walter*Scott.
005:228,12['  ]| He moved a thin shrunken brown hand gently in$4$ the air in$4$
005:228,13['  ]| time to$4$ his praise and his thin quick eyelids beat often over his
005:228,14['  ]| sad eyes.
005:228,15['  ]| Sadder to$4$ Stephen's ear was his speech: a genteel accent,
005:228,16['  ]| low and moist, marred by$4$ errors: and listening to$4$ it he wondered
005:228,17['  ]| was the story true and was the thin blood that$6#1$ flowed in$4$
005:228,18['  ]| his shrunken frame noble and come of an incestuous love?
005:228,19['  ]| The park trees were heavy with rain and rain fell still and
005:228,20['  ]| ever in$4$ the lake, lying grey like$4$ a shield. A game of swans flew
005:228,21['  ]| there and the water and the shore beneath were fouled with
005:228,22['  ]| their greenwhite slime. They embraced softly, impelled by$4$ the
005:228,23['  ]| grey rainy light, the wet silent trees, the shieldlike witnessing
005:228,24['  ]| lake, the swans. They embraced without joy or passion, his
005:228,25['  ]| arm about his sister's neck. A grey woollen cloak was
005:228,26['  ]| wrapped athwart her from her shoulder to$4$ her waist: and her
005:228,27['  ]| fair head was bent in$4$ willing shame. He had loose redbrown
005:228,28['  ]| hair and tender shapely strong freckled hands. Face. There
005:228,29['  ]| was no$2$ face seen. The brother's face was bent upon$4$ her fair
005:228,30['  ]| rainfragrant hair. The hand freckled and strong and shapely
005:228,31['  ]| and caressing was Davin's hand.
005:228,32['  ]| He frowned angrily upon$4$ his thought and on$4$ the shrivelled
005:228,33['  ]| mannikin who$6#1$ had called it forth. His father's gibes at the
005:228,34['  ]| Bantry gang leaped out of his memory. He held them at a
005:228,35['  ]| distance and brooded uneasily on$4$ his own thought again. Why
005:228,36['  ]| were they not  Cranly's hands? Had Davin's simplicity and
005:228,37['  ]| innocence stung him more secretly?
005:229,01['  ]| He walked on$5$ across the hall with Dixon, leaving Cranly to$9$
005:229,02['  ]| take leave elaborately of the dwarf.
005:229,03['  ]| Under the colonnade Temple was standing in$4$ the midst of a
005:229,04['  ]| little group of students. One of them cried:
005:229,05[V  ]| ~~ Dixon, come over till you hear. Temple is in$4$ grand form.
005:229,06['  ]| Temple turned on$4$ him his dark gipsy eyes.
005:229,07[N  ]| ~~ You are a hypocrite, O'Keeffe,
005:229,07['  ]| he said,
005:229,07[N  ]| and Dixon's a
005:229,08[N  ]| smiler. By$4$ hell, I think that$6#2$ is a good literary expression.
005:229,09['  ]| He laughed slily, looking in$4$ Stephen's face, repeating:
005:229,10[N  ]| ~~ By$4$ hell, I am delighted with that$6#2$ name. A smiler.
005:229,11['  ]| A stout student who$6#1$ stood below them on$4$ the steps said:
005:229,12[V  ]| ~~ Come back to$4$ the mistress, Temple. We want to$9$ hear
005:229,13[V  ]| about that$6#2$.
005:229,14[N  ]| ~~ He had, faith, 
005:229,14['  ]| Temple said.
005:229,14[N  ]| And he was a married man
005:229,15[N  ]| too. And all the priests used to$9$ be dining there. By$4$ hell, I think
005:229,16[N  ]| they all had a touch.
005:229,17[V  ]| ~~ We shall call it riding a hack to$9$ spare the hunter, 
005:229,17['  ]| said
005:229,18['  ]| Dixon.
005:229,19[V  ]| ~~ Tell us, Temple, 
005:229,19['  ]| O'Keeffe said, 
005:229,19[V  ]| how many quarts of
005:229,20[V  ]| porter have you in$4$ you?
005:229,21[N  ]| ~~ All your intellectual soul is in$4$ that$6#2$ phrase, O'Keeffe, 
005:229,21['  ]| said
005:229,22['  ]| Temple with open scorn.
005:229,23['  ]| He moved with a shambling gait round the group and spoke
005:229,24['  ]| to$4$ Stephen.
005:229,25[N  ]| ~~ Did you know that$3$ the Forsters are the kings of Belgium?
005:229,26['  ]| he asked.
005:229,27['  ]| Cranly came out through the door of the entrance hall, his
005:229,28['  ]| hat thrust back on$4$ the nape of his neck and picking his teeth
005:229,29['  ]| with care.
005:229,30[N  ]| ~~ And here is the wiseacre, 
005:229,30['  ]| said Temple.
005:229,30[N  ]| Do you know that$6#2$
005:229,31[N  ]| about the Forsters?
005:229,32['  ]| He paused for$4$ an answer. Cranly dislodged a figseed from
005:229,33['  ]| his teeth on$4$ the point of his rude toothpick and gazed at it
005:229,34['  ]| intently.
005:229,35[N  ]| ~~ The Forster  family, 
005:229,35['  ]| Temple said,
005:229,35[N  ]| is descended from 
005:229,36[N  ]| Baldwin*the*First, king*of*Flanders. He was called the Forester.
005:229,37[N  ]| Forester and Forster are the same name. A descendant of
005:230,01[N  ]| Baldwin*the*First, captain*Francis*Forster, settled in$4$ Ireland
005:230,02[N  ]| and married the daughter of the last chieftain of Clanbrassil.
005:230,03[N  ]| Then there are the Blake*Forsters. That$6#2$ is a different branch.
005:230,04[I  ]| ~~ From Baldhead, king*of*Flanders, 
005:230,04['  ]| Cranly repeated,
005:230,05['  ]| rooting again deliberately at his gleaming uncovered teeth.
005:230,06[V  ]| ~~ Where did you pick up$5$ all that$6#2$ history? 
005:230,06['  ]| O'Keeffe asked.
005:230,07[N  ]| ~~ I know all the history of your family too, 
005:230,07['  ]| Temple said,
005:230,08['  ]| turning to$4$ Stephen. 
005:230,08[N  ]| Do you know what Giraldus*Cambrensis
005:230,09[N  ]| says about your family?
005:230,10[V  ]| ~~ Is he descended from Baldwin too?
005:230,10['  ]| asked a tall consumptive
005:230,11['  ]| student with dark eyes.
005:230,12[I  ]| ~~ Baldhead, 
005:230,12['  ]| Cranly repeated, sucking at a crevice in$4$ his
005:230,13['  ]| teeth.
005:230,14[N  ]| ~~ \7Pernobilis\ \7et\ \7pervetusta\ \7familia\, Temple said to$4$ Stephen.
005:230,15['  ]| The stout student who$6#1$ stood below them on$4$ the steps farted
005:230,16['  ]| briefly. Dixon turned towards him saying in$4$ a soft voice:
005:230,17[V  ]| ~~ Did an angel speak?
005:230,18['  ]| Cranly turned also and said vehemently but without anger:
005:230,19[I  ]| ~~ Goggins, you are the flamingest dirty devil I ever met, do
005:230,20[I  ]| you know.
005:230,21[V  ]| ~~ I had it on$4$ my mind to$9$ say that$6#2$,
005:230,21['  ]| Goggins answered
005:230,22['  ]| firmly.
005:230,22[V  ]| It did no$2$ one any harm, did it?
005:230,23[V  ]| ~~ We hope, 
005:230,23['  ]| Dixon said suavely, 
005:230,23[V  ]| that$3$ it was not of the kind
005:230,24[V  ]| known to$4$ science as a \7paulo\ \7post\ \7futurum\.
005:230,25[N  ]| ~~ Did not I tell you he was a smiler? 
005:230,25['  ]| said Temple, turning
005:230,26['  ]| right and left.
005:230,26[N  ]| Did not I give him that$6#2$ name?
005:230,27[V  ]| ~~ You did. We are not deaf, 
005:230,27['  ]| said the tall consumptive.
005:230,28['  ]| Cranly still frowned at the stout student below him. Then,
005:230,29['  ]| with a snort of disgust, he shoved him violently down the
005:230,30['  ]| steps.
005:230,31[I  ]| ~~ Go away from here,
005:230,31['  ]| he said rudely.
005:230,31[I  ]| Go away, you
005:230,32['  ]| stinkpot. And you are a stinkpot.
005:230,33['  ]| Goggins skipped down on$5$ to$4$ the gravel and at once returned
005:230,34['  ]| to$4$ his place with good humour. Temple turned back to$4$
005:230,35['  ]| Stephen and asked:
005:230,36[N  ]| ~~ Do you believe in$4$ the law of heredity?
005:231,01[I  ]| ~~ Are you drunk or what are you or what are you trying to$9$
005:231,02[I  ]| say?
005:231,02['  ]| asked Cranly, facing round on$4$ him with an expression of
005:231,03['  ]| wonder.
005:231,04[N  ]| ~~ The most profound sentence ever written, 
005:231,04['  ]| Temple said
005:231,05['  ]| with enthusiasm,
005:231,05[N  ]| is the sentence at the end of the zoology.
005:231,06[N  ]| Reproduction is the beginning of death.
005:231,07['  ]| He touched Stephen timidly at the elbow and said eagerly:
005:231,08[N  ]| ~~ Do you feel how profound that$6#2$ is because you are a
005:231,09[N  ]| poet?
005:231,10['  ]| Cranly pointed his long forefinger.
005:231,11[I  ]| ~~ Look at him! 
005:231,11['  ]| he said with scorn to$4$ the others.
005:231,11[I  ]| Look at
005:231,12[I  ]| Ireland's hope!
005:231,13['  ]| They laughed at his words and gesture. Temple turned on$4$
005:231,14['  ]| him bravely, saying:
005:231,15[N  ]| ~~ Cranly, you are always sneering at me. I can see that$6#2$. But
005:231,16[N  ]| I am as good as you any day. Do you know what I think about
005:231,17[N  ]| you now as compared with myself?
005:231,18[I  ]| ~~ My dear man, 
005:231,18['  ]| said Cranly urbanely,
005:231,18[I  ]| you are incapable,
005:231,19[I  ]| do you know, absolutely incapable of thinking.
005:231,20[N  ]| ~~ But do you know, 
005:231,20['  ]| Temple went on$5$, 
005:231,20[N  ]| what I think of you
005:231,21[N  ]| and of myself compared together?
005:231,22[V  ]| ~~ Out with it, Temple!
005:231,22['  ]| the stout student cried from the
005:231,23['  ]| steps. 
005:231,23[V  ]| Get it out in$4$ bits!
005:231,24['  ]| Temple turned right and left, making sudden feeble gestures
005:231,25['  ]| as he spoke.
005:231,26[N  ]| ~~ I am a ballocks, 
005:231,26['  ]| he said, shaking his head in$4$ despair. 
005:231,26[N  ]| I am.
005:231,27[N  ]| And I know I am. And I admit it that$6#2$ I am.
005:231,28['  ]| Dixon patted him lightly on$4$ the shoulder and said mildly:
005:231,29[V  ]| ~~ And it does you every credit, Temple.
005:231,30[N  ]| ~~ But he, 
005:231,30['  ]| Temple said, pointing to$4$ Cranly.
005:231,30[N  ]| He is a ballocks
005:231,31[N  ]| too like$4$ me. Only he does not know it. And that$6#2$ is the only
005:231,32[N  ]| difference I see.
005:231,33['  ]| A burst of laughter covered his words. But he turned again
005:231,34['  ]| to$4$ Stephen and said with a sudden eagerness:
005:231,35[N  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ word is a most interesting word. That$6#2$ is the only
005:231,36[N  ]| English dual number. Did you know?
005:232,01[B  ]| ~~ Is it?
005:232,01['  ]| Stephen said vaguely.
005:232,02['  ]| He was watching Cranly's firmfeatured suffering face, lit up$5$
005:232,03['  ]| now by$4$ a smile of false patience. The gross name had passed
005:232,04['  ]| over it like$4$ foul water poured over an old stone image, patient
005:232,05['  ]| of injuries: and, as he watched him, he saw him raise his hat in$4$
005:232,06['  ]| salute and uncover the black hair that$6#1$ stood up$5$ stiffly from his
005:232,07['  ]| forehead like$4$ an iron crown.
005:232,08['  ]| She passed out from the porch of the library and bowed
005:232,09['  ]| across Stephen in$4$ reply to$4$ Cranly's greeting. He also? Was
005:232,10['  ]| there not a slight flush on$4$ Cranly's cheek? Or had it come
005:232,11['  ]| forth at Temple's words? The light had waned. He could not
005:232,12['  ]| see.
005:232,13['  ]| Did that$6#2$ explain his friend's listless silence, his harsh comments,
005:232,14['  ]| the sudden intrusions of rude speech with which$6#1$ he had
005:232,15['  ]| shattered so$5#1$ often Stephen's ardent wayward confessions?
005:232,16['  ]| Stephen had forgiven freely for$3$ he had found this rudeness
005:232,17['  ]| also in$4$ himself towards himself. And he remembered an
005:232,18['  ]| evening when he had dismounted from a borrowed creaking
005:232,19['  ]| bicycle to$9$ pray to$4$ God in$4$ a wood near Malahide. He had lifted
005:232,20['  ]| up$5$ his arms and spoken in$4$ ecstasy to$4$ the sombre nave of the
005:232,21['  ]| trees, knowing that$3$ he stood on$4$ holy ground and in$4$ a holy
005:232,22['  ]| hour. And when  two constabularymen had come into sight
005:232,23['  ]| round a bend in$4$ the gloomy road he had broken off his prayer
005:232,24['  ]| to$9$ whistle loudly an air from the last pantomime.
005:232,25['  ]| He began to$9$ beat the frayed end of his ashplant against the
005:232,26['  ]| base of a pillar. Had Cranly not heard him? Yet he could wait.
005:232,27['  ]| The talk about him ceased for$4$ a moment: and a soft hiss fell
005:232,28['  ]| again from a window above. But no$2$ other sound was in$4$ the air
005:232,29['  ]| and the swallows whose flight he had followed with idle eyes
005:232,30['  ]| were sleeping.
005:232,31['  ]| She had passed through the dusk. And therefore the air was
005:232,32['  ]| silent save for$4$ one soft hiss that$6#1$ fell. And therefore the tongues
005:232,33['  ]| about him had ceased their babble. Darkness  was falling.
005:232,34[Z  ]| \Darkness\ \falls\ \from\ \the\ \air\.
005:232,35['  ]| A trembling joy, lambent as a faint light, played like$4$ a fairy
005:232,36['  ]| host around him. But why? Her passage through the darkening
005:233,01['  ]| air or the verse with its black vowels and its opening
005:233,02['  ]| sound, rich and lutelike?
005:233,03['  ]| He walked away slowly towards the deeper shadows at the
005:233,04['  ]| end of the colonnade, beating the stone softly with his stick to$9$
005:233,05['  ]| hide his revery from the students whom he had left: and
005:233,06['  ]| allowed his mind to$9$ summon back to$4$ itself the age of Dowland
005:233,07['  ]| and Byrd and Nash.
005:233,08['  ]| Eyes, opening from the darkness of desire, eyes that$6#1$
005:233,09['  ]| dimmed the breaking east. What was their languid grace but
005:233,10['  ]| the softness of chambering? And what was their shimmer but
005:233,11['  ]| the shimmer of the scum that$6#1$ mantled the cesspool of the
005:233,12['  ]| court of a slobbering Stuart. And he tasted in$4$ the language of
005:233,13['  ]| memory ambered wines, dying fallings of sweet airs, the proud
005:233,14['  ]| pavan: and saw with the eyes of memory kind gentlewomen in$4$
005:233,15['  ]| Covent*Garden wooing from their balconies with sucking
005:233,16['  ]| mouths and the poxfouled wenches of the taverns and young
005:233,17['  ]| wives that$6#1$, gaily yielding to$4$ their ravishers, clipped and
005:233,18['  ]| clipped again.
005:233,19['  ]| The images he had summoned gave him no$2$ pleasure. They
005:233,20['  ]| were secret and enflaming but her image was not entangled by$4$
005:233,21['  ]| them. That$6#2$ was not the way to$9$ think of her. It was not even
005:233,22['  ]| the way in$4$ which$6#1$ he thought of her. Could his mind then not
005:233,23['  ]| trust itself? Old phrases, sweet only with a disinterred sweetness
005:233,24['  ]| like$4$ the figseeds Cranly rooted out of his gleaming teeth.
005:233,25['  ]| It was not thought nor vision though he knew vaguely that$3$
005:233,26['  ]| her figure was passing homeward through the city. Vaguely
005:233,27['  ]| first and then more sharply he smelt her body. A conscious
005:233,28['  ]| unrest seethed in$4$ his blood. Yes, it was her body he smelt: a
005:233,29['  ]| wild and languid smell: the tepid limbs over which$6#1$ his music
005:233,30['  ]| had flowed desirously and the secret soft linen upon$4$ which$6#1$ her
005:233,31['  ]| flesh distilled odour and a dew.
005:233,32['  ]| A louse crawled over the nape of his neck and, putting his
005:233,33['  ]| thumb and forefinger deftly beneath his loose collar, he caught
005:233,34['  ]| it. He rolled its body, tender yet brittle as a grain of rice,
005:233,35['  ]| between thumb and finger for$4$ an instant before he let it fall
005:233,36['  ]| from him and wondered would it live or die. There came to$4$ his
005:233,37['  ]| mind a curious phrase from Cornelius*a*Lapide which$6#1$ said
005:234,01['  ]| that$3$ the lice born of human sweat were not created by$4$ God
005:234,02['  ]| with the other animals on$4$ the sixth day. But the tickling of the
005:234,03['  ]| skin of his neck made his mind raw and red. The life of his
005:234,04['  ]| body, illclad, illfed, louseeaten, made him close his eyelids in$4$ a
005:234,05['  ]| sudden spasm of despair: and in$4$ the darkness he saw the
005:234,06['  ]| brittle bright bodies of lice falling from the air and turning
005:234,07['  ]| often as they fell. Yes; and it was not darkness that$6#1$ fell from
005:234,08['  ]| the air. It was brightness.
005:234,09[Z  ]| \Brightness\ \falls\ \from\ \the\ \air\.
005:234,10['  ]| He had not even remembered rightly Nash's line. All the
005:234,11['  ]| images it  had awakened were false. His mind bred vermin. His
005:234,12['  ]| thoughts were lice born of the sweat of sloth.
005:234,13['  ]| He came back quickly along the colonnade towards the
005:234,14['  ]| group of students. Well then, let her go and be damned to$4$ her.
005:234,15['  ]| She could love some clean athlete who$6#1$ washed himself every
005:234,16['  ]| morning to$4$ the waist and had black hair on$4$ his chest. Let her.
005:234,17['  ]| Cranly had taken another dried fig from the supply in$4$ his
005:234,18['  ]| pocket and was eating it slowly and noisily. Temple sat on$4$ the
005:234,19['  ]| pediment of a pillar, leaning back, his cap pulled down on$4$ his
005:234,20['  ]| sleepy eyes. A squat young man came out of the porch, a
005:234,21['  ]| leather portfolio tucked under his armpit. He marched towards
005:234,22['  ]| the group, striking the flags with the heels of his boots
005:234,23['  ]| and with the ferule of his heavy umbrella. Then, raising the
005:234,24['  ]| umbrella in$4$ salute, he said to$4$ all:
005:234,25[V  ]| ~~ Good evening, sirs.
005:234,26['  ]| He struck the flags again and tittered while his head trembled
005:234,27['  ]| with a slight nervous movement. The tall consumptive
005:234,28['  ]| student and Dixon and O'Keeffe were speaking in$4$ Irish and
005:234,29['  ]| did not answer him. Then, turning to$4$ Cranly, he said:
005:234,30[V  ]| ~~ Good evening, particularly to$4$ you.
005:234,31['  ]| He moved the umbrella in$4$ indication and tittered again.
005:234,32['  ]| Cranly, who$6#1$ was still chewing the fig, answered with loud
005:234,33['  ]| movements of his jaws.
005:234,34[I  ]| ~~ Good? Yes. It is a good evening.
005:234,35['  ]| The squat student looked at him seriously and shook his
005:234,36['  ]| umbrella gently and reprovingly.
005:235,01[V  ]| ~~ I can see,
005:235,01['  ]| he said,
005:235,01[V  ]| that$3$ you are about to$9$ make obvious
005:235,02[V  ]| remarks.
005:235,03[I  ]| ~~ Um,
005:235,03['  ]| Cranly answered, holding out what remained of the
005:235,04['  ]| halfchewed fig and jerking it towards the squat student's
005:235,05['  ]| mouth in$4$ sign that$3$ he should eat.
005:235,06['  ]| The squat student did not eat it but, indulging his  special
005:235,07['  ]| humour, said gravely, still tittering and prodding his phrase
005:235,08['  ]| with his  umbrella:
005:235,09[V  ]| ~~ Do you intend that$6#2$ ~~~
005:235,10['  ]| He broke off, pointed bluntly to$4$ the munched pulp of the fig
005:235,11['  ]| and said loudly:
005:235,12[V  ]| ~~ I allude to$4$ that$6#2$.
005:235,13[I  ]| ~~ Um, 
005:235,13['  ]| Cranly said as before.
005:235,14[V  ]| ~~ Do you intend that$6#2$ now,
005:235,14['  ]| the squat student said, 
005:235,14[V  ]| as \ipso\
005:235,15[V  ]| \facto\ or, let us say, as so$5#2$ to$9$ speak?
005:235,16['  ]| Dixon turned aside from his group, saying:
005:235,17[V  ]| ~~ Goggins was waiting for$4$ you, Glynn. He has gone round
005:235,18[V  ]| to$4$ the Adelphi to$9$ look for$4$ you and Moynihan. What have you
005:235,19[V  ]| there? he asked, tapping the portfolio under Glynn's arm.
005:235,20[V  ]| ~~ Examination papers, 
005:235,20['  ]| Glynn answered. 
005:235,20[V  ]| I give them
005:235,21[V  ]| monthly examinations to$9$ see that$3$ they are profiting by$4$ my
005:235,22[V  ]| tuition.
005:235,23['  ]| He also tapped the portfolio and coughed gently and smiled.
005:235,24[I  ]| ~~ Tuition!  
005:235,24['  ]| said Cranly rudely. 
005:235,24[I  ]| I suppose you mean the
005:235,25[I  ]| barefooted children that$6#1$ are taught by$4$ a bloody ape like$4$ you.
005:235,26[I  ]| God help them!
005:235,27['  ]| He bit off the rest of the fig and flung away the butt.
005:235,28[V  ]| ~~ I suffer little children to$9$ come unto me, 
005:235,28['  ]| Glynn said
005:235,29['  ]| amiably.
005:235,30[I  ]| ~~ A bloody ape,
005:235,30['  ]| Cranly repeated with emphasis,
005:235,30[I  ]| and a
005:235,31[I  ]| blasphemous bloody ape!
005:235,32['  ]| Temple stood up$5$ and, pushing past Cranly, addressed
005:235,33['  ]| Glynn:
005:235,34[N  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ phrase you said now,
005:235,34['  ]| he said,
005:235,34[N  ]| is from the new
005:235,35[N  ]| testament about suffer the children to$9$ come to$4$ me.
005:235,36[V  ]| ~~ Go to$9$ sleep again, Temple,
005:235,36['  ]| said O'Keeffe.
005:235,37[N  ]| ~~ Very well, then, 
005:235,37['  ]| Temple continued, still addressing
005:236,01['  ]| Glynn, 
005:236,01[N  ]| and if Jesus suffered the children to$9$ come why does the
005:236,02[N  ]| church send them all to$4$ hell if they die unbaptised? Why is
005:236,03[N  ]| that$6#2$?
005:236,04[V  ]| ~~ Were you baptised yourself, Temple? 
005:236,04['  ]| the consumptive
005:236,05['  ]| student asked.
005:236,06[N  ]| ~~ But why are they sent to$4$ hell if Jesus said they were all to$9$
005:236,07[N  ]| come?
005:236,07['  ]| Temple said, his eyes searching in$4$ Glynn's eyes.
005:236,08['  ]| Glynn coughed and said gently, holding back with difficulty
005:236,09['  ]| the nervous titter in$4$ his voice and moving his umbrella at every
005:236,10['  ]| word:
005:236,11[V  ]| ~~ And, as you remark, if it is thus I ask emphatically
005:236,12[V  ]| whence comes this thusness.
005:236,13[N  ]| ~~ Because the church is cruel like$4$ all old sinners, 
005:236,13['  ]| Temple
005:236,14['  ]| said.
005:236,15[V  ]| ~~ Are you quite orthodox on$4$ that$6#2$ point, Temple? 
005:236,15['  ]| Dixon
005:236,16['  ]| said suavely.
005:236,17[N  ]| ~~ Saint*Augustine says that$6#2$ about unbaptised children
005:236,18[N  ]| going to$4$ hell, 
005:236,18['  ]| Temple answered, because he was a cruel old
005:236,19['  ]| sinner too.
005:236,20[V  ]| ~~ I bow to$4$ you,
005:236,20['  ]| Dixon said,
005:236,20[V  ]| but I had the impression that$3$
005:236,21[V  ]| limbo existed for$4$ such cases.
005:236,22[I  ]| ~~ Do not argue with him, Dixon, 
005:236,22['  ]| Cranly said brutally.
005:236,22[I  ]| Do not
005:236,23[I  ]| talk to$4$ him or look at him. Lead him home with a sugan the
005:236,24[I  ]| way you would lead a bleating goat.
005:236,25[N  ]| ~~ Limbo!
005:236,25['  ]| Temple cried. 
005:236,25[N  ]| That$6#2$ is a fine invention too. Like$4$
005:236,26[N  ]| hell.
005:236,27[V  ]| ~~ But with the unpleasantness left out,
005:236,27['  ]| Dixon said.
005:236,28['  ]| He turned smiling to$4$ the others and said:
005:236,29[V  ]| ~~ I think I am voicing the opinions of all present in$4$ saying
005:236,30[V  ]| so$5#1$ much.
005:236,31[V  ]| ~~ You are,
005:236,31['  ]| Glynn said in$4$ a firm tone. 
005:236,31[V  ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ point Ireland
005:236,32[V  ]| is united.
005:236,33['  ]| He struck the ferule of his umbrella on$4$ the stone floor of the
005:236,34['  ]| colonnade.
005:236,35[N  ]| ~~ Hell,
005:236,35['  ]| Temple said. 
005:236,35[N  ]| I can respect that$6#2$ invention of the
005:236,36[N  ]| grey spouse of Satan. Hell is Roman, like$4$ the walls of the
005:236,37[N  ]| Romans, strong and ugly. But what is limbo?
005:237,01[V  ]| ~~ Put him back into  the perambulator, Cranly, 
005:237,01['  ]| O'Keeffe
005:237,02['  ]| called out.
005:237,03['  ]| Cranly made a swift step towards Temple, halted, stamping
005:237,04['  ]| his foot, crying as if to$4$ a fowl:
005:237,05[I  ]| ~~ Hoosh!
005:237,06['  ]| Temple moved away nimbly.
005:237,07[N  ]| ~~ Do you know what limbo is? 
005:237,07['  ]| he cried. Do you know what
005:237,08[N  ]| we call a notion like$4$ that$6#2$ in$4$ Roscommon?
005:237,09[I  ]| ~~ Hoosh! Blast you!
005:237,09['  ]| Cranly cried, clapping his hands.
005:237,10[N  ]| ~~ Neither my arse nor my elbow!
005:237,10['  ]| Temple cried out scornfully.
005:237,11[N  ]| And that$6#2$ is what I call limbo.
005:237,12[I  ]| ~~ Give us that$6#2$ stick here,
005:237,12['  ]| Cranly said.
005:237,13['  ]| He snatched the ashplant roughly from Stephen's hand and
005:237,14['  ]| sprang down the steps: but Temple, hearing him move in$4$
005:237,15['  ]| pursuit, fled through the dusk like$4$ a wild creature, nimble and
005:237,16['  ]| fleetfooted. Cranly's heavy boots were heard loudly charging
005:237,17['  ]| across the quadrangle and then returning heavily, foiled and
005:237,18['  ]| spurning the gravel at each step.
005:237,19['  ]| His step was angry and with an angry abrupt gesture he
005:237,20['  ]| thrust the stick back into Stephen's hand. Stephen felt that$3$ his
005:237,21['  ]| anger had another cause but, feigning patience, touched his
005:237,22['  ]| arm slightly and said quietly:
005:237,23[B  ]| ~~ Cranly, I told you I wanted to$9$ speak to$4$ you. Come away.
005:237,24['  ]| Cranly looked at him for$4$ a few moments and asked:
005:237,25[I  ]| ~~ Now?
005:237,26[B  ]| ~~ Yes, now,
005:237,26['  ]| Stephen said.
005:237,26[B  ]| We can not speak here. Come
005:237,27[B  ]| away.
005:237,28['  ]| They crossed the quadrangle together without speaking.
005:237,29['  ]| The birdcall from \Siegfried\ whistled softly followed them from
005:237,30['  ]| the steps of the porch. Cranly turned: and Dixon, who$6#1$ had
005:237,31['  ]| whistled, called out:
005:237,32[V  ]| ~~ Where are you fellows off to$4$? What about that$6#2$  game,
005:237,33[V  ]| Cranly?
005:237,34['  ]| They parleyed in$4$ shouts across the still air about a game of
005:237,35['  ]| billiards to$9$ be played in$4$ the Adelphi*hotel. Stephen walked on$5$
005:237,36['  ]| alone and out into the quiet of Kildare*Street. Opposite Maple's*hotel 
005:237,37['  ]| he stood to$9$ wait, patient again. The name of the
005:238,01['  ]| hotel, a colourless polished wood, and its colourless quiet
005:238,02['  ]| front stung him like$4$ a glance of polite disdain. He stared
005:238,03['  ]| angrily back at the softly lit drawingroom of the hotel in$4$ which$6#1$
005:238,04['  ]| he imagined the sleek lives of the patricians of Ireland housed
005:238,05['  ]| in$4$ calm. They thought of army commissions and land agents:
005:238,06['  ]| peasants greeted them along the roads  in$4$ the country: they
005:238,07['  ]| knew the names of certain French dishes and gave orders to$4$
005:238,08['  ]| jarvies in$4$ highpitched provincial voices which$6#1$ pierced through
005:238,09['  ]| their skintight accents.
005:238,10['  ]| How could he hit their conscience or how cast his shadow
005:238,11['  ]| over the imaginations of their daughters, before their squires
005:238,12['  ]| begat upon$4$ them, that$3$ they might breed a race less ignoble
005:238,13['  ]| than their own? And under the deepened dusk he felt the
005:238,14['  ]| thoughts and desires of the race to$4$ which$6#1$ he belonged flitting
005:238,15['  ]| like$4$ bats, across the dark country lanes,  under trees by$4$ the
005:238,16['  ]| edges of streams and near the poolmottled bogs. A woman had
005:238,17['  ]| waited in$4$ the doorway as Davin had passed by$5$ at night and,
005:238,18['  ]| offering him a cup of milk, had all but wooed him to$4$ her bed;
005:238,19['  ]| for$3$ Davin had the mild eyes of one who$6#1$ could be secret. But
005:238,20['  ]| him no$2$ woman's eyes had wooed.
005:238,21['  ]| His arm was taken in$4$ a strong grip and Cranly's voice said:
005:238,22[I  ]| ~~ Let us eke go.
005:238,23['  ]| They walked southward in$4$ silence. Then Cranly said:
005:238,24[I  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ blithering idiot Temple! I swear to$4$ Moses, do you
005:238,25[I  ]| know, that$3$ I will$1$ be the death of that$6#2$ fellow one time.
005:238,26['  ]| But his voice was no$2$ longer angry and Stephen wondered
005:238,27['  ]| was he thinking of her greeting to$4$ him under the porch.
005:238,28['  ]| They turned to$4$ the left and walked on$5$ as before. When they
005:238,29['  ]| had gone on$5$ so$5#2$ for$4$ some time Stephen said:
005:238,30[B  ]| ~~ Cranly, I had an unpleasant quarrel this evening.
005:238,31[I  ]| ~~ With your people? 
005:238,31['  ]| Cranly asked.
005:238,32[B  ]| ~~ With my mother.
005:238,33[I  ]| ~~ About religion?
005:238,34[B  ]| ~~ Yes,
005:238,34['  ]| Stephen answered.
005:238,35['  ]| After a pause Cranly asked:
005:238,36[I  ]| ~~ What age is your mother?
005:239,01[B  ]| ~~ Not old,
005:239,01['  ]| Stephen said.
005:239,01[B  ]| She wishes me to$9$ make my easter
005:239,02[B  ]| duty.
005:239,03[I  ]| ~~ And will$1$ you?
005:239,04[B  ]| ~~ I will$1$ not, 
005:239,04['  ]| Stephen said.
005:239,05[I  ]| ~~ Why not?
005:239,05['  ]| Cranly said.
005:239,06[B  ]| ~~ I will$1$ not serve, 
005:239,06['  ]| answered Stephen.
005:239,07[I  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ remark was made before, 
005:239,07['  ]| Cranly said calmly.
005:239,08[B  ]| ~~ It is made behind now, 
005:239,08['  ]| said Stephen hotly.
005:239,09['  ]| Cranly pressed Stephen's arm, saying:
005:239,10[I  ]| ~~ Go easy, my dear man. You are an excitable bloody man,
005:239,11[I  ]| do you know.
005:239,12['  ]| He laughed nervously as he spoke and, looking up$5$ into
005:239,13['  ]| Stephen's face with moved and friendly eyes, said:
005:239,14[I  ]| ~~ Do you know that$3$ you are an excitable man?
005:239,15[B  ]| ~~ I daresay I am,
005:239,15['  ]| said Stephen, laughing also.
005:239,16['  ]| Their minds, lately estranged, seemed suddenly to$9$ have
005:239,17['  ]| been drawn closer, one to$4$ the other.
005:239,18[I  ]| ~~ Do you believe in$4$ the eucharist? 
005:239,18['  ]| Cranly asked.
005:239,19[B  ]| ~~ I do not,
005:239,19['  ]| Stephen said.
005:239,20[I  ]| ~~ Do you disbelieve then?
005:239,21[B  ]| ~~ I neither believe in$4$ it nor disbelieve in$4$ it, 
005:239,21['  ]| Stephen answered.
005:239,22[I  ]| ~~ Many persons have doubts, even religious persons, yet
005:239,23[I  ]| they overcome them or put them aside, 
005:239,23['  ]| Cranly said. 
005:239,23[I  ]| Are your
005:239,24[I  ]| doubts on$4$ that$6#2$ point too strong?
005:239,25[B  ]| ~~ I do not wish to$9$ overcome them, 
005:239,25['  ]| Stephen answered.
005:239,26['  ]| Cranly, embarrassed for$4$ a moment, took another fig from
005:239,27['  ]| his pocket and was about to$9$ eat it when Stephen said:
005:239,28[B  ]| ~~ Do not, please. You cannot discuss this question with your
005:239,29[B  ]| mouth full of chewed  fig.
005:239,30['  ]| Cranly examined the fig by$4$ the light of a lamp under which$6#1$
005:239,31['  ]| he halted. Then he smelt it with both nostrils, bit a tiny piece,
005:239,32['  ]| spat it out and threw the fig rudely into the gutter. Addressing
005:239,33['  ]| it as it lay, he said:
005:239,34[I  ]| ~~ Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire!
005:239,35['  ]| Taking Stephen's arm, he went on$5$ again and said:
005:240,01[I  ]| ~~ Do you not fear that$3$ those words may be spoken to$4$ you
005:240,02[I  ]| on$4$ the day of judgment?
005:240,03[B  ]| ~~ What is offered me on$4$ the other hand?
005:240,03['  ]| Stephen asked.
005:240,04['  ]| An eternity of bliss in$4$ the company of the dean*of*studies?
005:240,05[I  ]| ~~ Remember,
005:240,05['  ]| Cranly said, 
005:240,05[I  ]| that$3$ he would be glorified.
005:240,06[B  ]| ~~ Ay, 
005:240,06['  ]| Stephen said somewhat bitterly,
005:240,06[B  ]| bright, agile, impassible
005:240,07[B  ]| and, above all, subtle.
005:240,08[I  ]| ~~ It is a curious thing, do you know, 
005:240,08['  ]| Cranly said dispassionately,
005:240,09[I  ]| how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in$4$
005:240,10[I  ]| which$6#1$ you say you disbelieve. Did you believe in$4$ it when you
005:240,11[I  ]| were at school? I bet you did.
005:240,12[B  ]| ~~ I did,
005:240,12['  ]| Stephen answered.
005:240,13[I  ]| ~~ And were you happier then? 
005:240,13['  ]| Cranly asked softly. 
005:240,13[I  ]| Happier
005:240,14[I  ]| than you are now, for$4$ instance?
005:240,15[B  ]| ~~ Often happy,
005:240,15['  ]| Stephen said,
005:240,15[B  ]| and often unhappy. I was
005:240,16[B  ]| someone else then.
005:240,17[I  ]| ~~ How someone else? What do you mean by$4$ that$6#2$  statement?
005:240,18[B  ]| ~~ I mean,
005:240,18['  ]| said Stephen,
005:240,18[B  ]| that$3$ I was not myself as I am now,
005:240,19[B  ]| as I had to$9$ become.
005:240,20[I  ]| ~~ Not as you are now, not as you had to$9$ become,
005:240,20['  ]| Cranly
005:240,21['  ]| repeated.
005:240,21[I  ]| Let me ask you a question. Do you love your
005:240,22[I  ]| mother?
005:240,23['  ]| Stephen shook his head slowly.
005:240,24[B  ]| ~~ I do not know what your words mean, 
005:240,24['  ]| he said simply.
005:240,25[I  ]| ~~ Have you never loved anyone? 
005:240,25['  ]| Cranly asked.
005:240,26[B  ]| ~~ Do you mean women?
005:240,27[I  ]| ~~ I am not speaking of that$6#2$, 
005:240,27['  ]| Cranly said in$4$ a colder tone. 
005:240,27[I  ]| I
005:240,28[I  ]| ask you if you ever felt love towards anyone or anything.
005:240,29['  ]| Stephen walked on$5$ beside his friend, staring gloomily at the
005:240,30['  ]| footpath.
005:240,31[B  ]| ~~ I tried to$9$ love God, he said at length. It seems now I
005:240,32[B  ]| failed. It is very difficult. I tried to$9$ unite my will$0$ with the will$0$
005:240,33[B  ]| of God instant by$4$ instant. In$4$ that$6#2$ I did not always fail. I could
005:240,34[B  ]| perhaps do that$6#2$ still ~~~
005:240,35['  ]| Cranly cut him short by$4$ asking:
005:240,36[I  ]| ~~ Has your mother had a happy life?
005:241,01[B  ]| ~~ How do I know? 
005:241,01['  ]| Stephen said.
005:241,02[I  ]| ~~ How many children had she?
005:241,03[B  ]| ~~ Nine or ten,
005:241,03['  ]| Stephen answered. 
005:241,03[B  ]| Some died.
005:241,04[I  ]| ~~ Was your father ~~~ 
005:241,04['  ]| Cranly interrupted himself for$4$ an
005:241,05['  ]| instant: and then said:
005:241,05[I  ]| I do not want to$9$ pry  into your family
005:241,06[I  ]| affairs. But was your father what is called  well-to-do? I mean
005:241,07[I  ]| when you were growing up$5$?
005:241,08[B  ]| ~~ Yes, 
005:241,08['  ]| Stephen said.
005:241,09[I  ]| ~~ What was he? 
005:241,09['  ]| Cranly asked after a pause.
005:241,10['  ]| Stephen began to$9$ enumerate glibly his father's attributes.
005:241,11[B  ]| ~~ A medical student, an oarsman, a tenor, an amateur
005:241,12[B  ]| actor, a shouting politician, a small landlord, a small investor,
005:241,13[B  ]| a drinker, a good fellow, a storyteller, somebody's secretary,
005:241,14[B  ]| something in$4$ a distillery, a taxgatherer, a bankrupt and at
005:241,15[B  ]| present a praiser of his own past.
005:241,16['  ]| Cranly laughed, tightening  his grip on$4$ Stephen's arm, and
005:241,17['  ]| said:
005:241,18[I  ]| ~~ The distillery is damn good.
005:241,19[B  ]| ~~ Is there anything else you want to$9$ know? 
005:241,19['  ]| Stephen asked.
005:241,20[I  ]| ~~ Are you in$4$ good circumstances at present?
005:241,21[B  ]| ~~ Do I look it?
005:241,21['  ]| Stephen asked bluntly.
005:241,22[I  ]| ~~ So$3$ then,
005:241,22['  ]| Cranly went on$5$ musingly, 
005:241,22[I  ]| you were born in$4$ the
005:241,23[I  ]| lap of luxury.
005:241,24['  ]| He used the phrase broadly and loudly as he often used
005:241,25['  ]| technical expressions as if he wished his hearer to$9$ understand
005:241,26['  ]| that$3$ they were used by$4$ him without conviction.
005:241,27[I  ]| ~~ Your mother must have gone through a good deal of
005:241,28[I  ]| suffering,
005:241,28['  ]| he said then.
005:241,28[I  ]| Would you not try to$9$ save her from
005:241,29[I  ]| suffering more even if ~~~ or would you?
005:241,30[B  ]| ~~ If I could,
005:241,30['  ]| Stephen said.
005:241,30[B  ]| That$6#2$ would cost me very little.
005:241,31[I  ]| ~~ Then do so$5#2$, 
005:241,31['  ]| Cranly said.
005:241,31[I  ]| Do as she wishes you to$9$ do.
005:241,32[I  ]| What is it for$4$ you? You disbelieve in$4$ it. It is a form: nothing
005:241,33[I  ]| else. And you will$1$ set her mind at rest.
005:241,34['  ]| He ceased and, as Stephen did not reply, remained silent.
005:241,35['  ]| Then, as if giving utterance to$4$ the process of his own thought,
005:241,36['  ]| he said:
005:241,37[I  ]| ~~ Whatever else is unsure in$4$ this stinking dunghill of a
005:242,01[I  ]| world a mother's love is not. Your mother brings you into the
005:242,02[I  ]| world, carries you first in$4$ her body. What do we know about
005:242,03[I  ]| what she feels? But whatever she feels, it, at least, must be
005:242,04[I  ]| real. It must be. What are our ideas or ambitions? Play. Ideas!
005:242,05[I  ]| Why, that$6#2$ bloody bleating goat Temple has ideas. MacCann
005:242,06[I  ]| has ideas too. Every jackass going the  roads thinks he has
005:242,07[I  ]| ideas.
005:242,08['  ]| Stephen, who$6#1$ had been listening to$4$ the unspoken speech
005:242,09['  ]| behind the words, said with  assumed carelessness:
005:242,10[B  ]| ~~ Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother
005:242,11[B  ]| to$9$ kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.
005:242,12[I  ]| ~~ Pascal was a pig, 
005:242,12['  ]| said Cranly.
005:242,13['  ]| ~~ Aloysius*Gonzaga, I think, was of the same mind,
005:242,13['  ]| Stephen
005:242,14['  ]| said.
005:242,15[I  ]| ~~ And he was another pig then, 
005:242,15['  ]| said Cranly.
005:242,16[B  ]| ~~ The church calls him a saint, 
005:242,16['  ]| Stephen objected.
005:242,17[I  ]| ~~ I do not care a flaming damn what anyone calls him,
005:242,18['  ]| Cranly said rudely and flatly.
005:242,18[I  ]| I call him a pig.
005:242,19['  ]| Stephen, preparing the words neatly in$4$ his mind, continued:
005:242,20[B  ]| ~~ Jesus, too, seems to$9$ have treated his mother with scant
005:242,21[B  ]| courtesy in$4$ public but Suarez, a jesuit theologian and Spanish
005:242,22[B  ]| gentleman, has apologised for$4$ him.
005:242,23[I  ]| ~~ Did the idea ever occur to$4$ you,
005:242,23['  ]| Cranly asked, 
005:242,23[I  ]| that$3$ Jesus
005:242,24[I  ]| was not what he pretended to$9$ be?
005:242,25[B  ]| ~~ The first person to$4$ whom that$6#2$ idea occurred, 
005:242,25['  ]| Stephen
005:242,26['  ]| answered, 
005:242,26[B  ]| was Jesus himself.
005:242,27[I  ]| ~~ I mean,
005:242,27['  ]| Cranly said,  hardening in$4$ his speech, 
005:242,27[I  ]| did the
005:242,28[I  ]| idea ever occur to$4$ you that$3$ he was himself a conscious hypocrite,
005:242,29[I  ]| what he called the jews of his time, a whited sepulchre?
005:242,30[I  ]| Or, to$9$ put it more plainly, that$3$ he was a blackguard?
005:242,31[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ idea never occurred  to$4$ me, 
005:242,31['  ]| Stephen answered. 
005:242,31[B  ]| But I
005:242,32[B  ]| am curious to$9$ know are you trying to$9$ make a convert of me or
005:242,33[B  ]| a pervert of yourself?
005:242,34['  ]| He turned towards his friend's face and saw there a raw
005:242,35['  ]| smile which$6#1$ some force of will$1$ strove to$9$ make finely
005:242,36['  ]| significant.
005:242,37['  ]| Cranly asked suddenly in$4$ a plain sensible tone:
005:243,01[I  ]| ~~ Tell me the truth. Were you at all shocked by$4$ what I
005:243,02[I  ]| said?
005:243,03[B  ]| ~~ Somewhat, Stephen said.
005:243,04[I  ]| ~~ And why were you shocked,
005:243,04['  ]| Cranly pressed on$5$ in$4$ the
005:243,05['  ]| same tone, 
005:243,05[I  ]| if you feel sure that$3$ our religion is false and that$3$
005:243,06[I  ]| Jesus was not the son of God?
005:243,07[B  ]| ~~ I am not at all sure of it,
005:243,07['  ]| Stephen said.
005:243,07[B  ]| He is more like$4$ a
005:243,08[B  ]| son of God than a son of Mary.
005:243,09[I  ]| ~~ And is that$6#2$ why you will$1$ not communicate, 
005:243,09['  ]| Cranly asked,
005:243,10[I  ]| because you are not sure of that$6#2$ too, because you feel that$3$ the
005:243,11[I  ]| host too may be the body and blood of the son of God and
005:243,12[I  ]| not a wafer of bread? And because you fear that$3$ it may be?
005:243,13[B  ]| ~~ Yes,
005:243,13['  ]| Stephen said quietly.
005:243,13[B  ]| I feel that$6#2$ and I also fear it.
005:243,14[I  ]| ~~ I see,
005:243,14['  ]| Cranly said.
005:243,15['  ]| Stephen, struck by$4$ his tone of closure, reopened the discussion
005:243,16['  ]| at once by$4$ saying:
005:243,17[B  ]| ~~ I fear many things: dogs, horses, firearms, the sea,
005:243,18[B  ]| thunderstorms, machinery, the country roads at night.
005:243,19[I  ]| ~~ But why do you fear a bit of bread?
005:243,20[B  ]| ~~ I imagine,
005:243,20['  ]| Stephen said, 
005:243,20[B  ]| that$3$ there is a malevolent  reality
005:243,21[B  ]| behind those things I say I fear.
005:243,22[I  ]| ~~ Do you fear then, 
005:243,22['  ]| Cranly asked, 
005:243,22[I  ]| that$3$ the God of the
005:243,23[I  ]| Roman catholics would strike you dead and damn you if you
005:243,24[I  ]| made a sacrilegious communion?
005:243,25[B  ]| ~~ The God of the Roman catholics could do that$6#2$ now,
005:243,26['  ]| Stephen said. 
005:243,26[B  ]| I fear more than that$6#2$ the chemical action which$6#1$
005:243,27[B  ]| would be set up$5$ in$4$ my soul by$4$ a false homage to$4$ a symbol
005:243,28[B  ]| behind which$6#1$ are massed twenty centuries of authority and
005:243,29[B  ]| veneration.
005:243,30[I  ]| ~~ Would you,
005:243,30['  ]| Cranly asked, 
005:243,30[I  ]| in$4$ extreme danger commit
005:243,31[I  ]| that$6#2$ particular sacrilege? For$4$ instance, if you lived in$4$ the penal
005:243,32[I  ]| days?
005:243,33[B  ]| ~~ I cannot answer for$4$ the past, 
005:243,33['  ]| Stephen replied. 
005:243,33[B  ]| Possibly
005:243,34[B  ]| not.
005:243,35[I  ]| ~~ Then, 
005:243,35['  ]| said Cranly, 
005:243,35[I  ]| you do not intend to$9$ become a protestant?
005:243,36[B  ]| ~~ I said that$3$ I had lost the faith,
005:243,36['  ]| Stephen answered,
005:243,36[B  ]| but not
005:244,01[B  ]| that$3$ I had lost selfrespect. What kind of liberation would that$6#2$
005:244,02[B  ]| be to$9$ forsake an absurdity which$6#1$ is logical and coherent and to$9$
005:244,03[B  ]| embrace one which$6#1$ is illogical and incoherent?
005:244,04['  ]| They had walked on$5$ towards the township of Pembroke
005:244,05['  ]| and now, as they went on$5$ slowly along the avenues, the trees
005:244,06['  ]| and the scattered lights in$4$ the villas soothed their minds. The
005:244,07['  ]| air of wealth and repose diffused about them seemed to$9$ comfort
005:244,08['  ]| their neediness. Behind a hedge of laurel a light glimmered
005:244,09['  ]| in$4$ the window of a kitchen and the voice of a servant
005:244,10['  ]| was heard singing as she sharpened knives. She sang, in$4$ short
005:244,11['  ]| broken bars, \Rosie*O'Grady\.
005:244,12['  ]| Cranly stopped to$9$ listen, saying:
005:244,13[I  ]| ~~ \7Mulier\ \7cantat\.
005:244,14['  ]| The soft beauty of the Latin word touched with an enchanting
005:244,15['  ]| touch the  dark of the evening, with a touch fainter and
005:244,16['  ]| more persuading than the touch of music or of a woman's
005:244,17['  ]| hand. The strife of their minds was quelled. The figure of
005:244,18['  ]| woman as she appears in$4$ the liturgy of the church passed
005:244,19['  ]| silently through the darkness: a whiterobed figure, small and
005:244,20['  ]| slender as a boy and with a falling girdle. Her voice, frail and
005:244,21['  ]| high as a boy's, was heard intoning from a distant choir the
005:244,22['  ]| first words of a woman which$6#1$ pierce the gloom and clamour of
005:244,23['  ]| the first chanting of the passion:
005:244,24[Z  ]| ~~ \7Et\ \7tu\ \7cum\ \7Jesu\ \7Galila*eo\ \7eras\.
005:244,25['  ]| And all  hearts were touched and turned to$4$ her voice, shining
005:244,26['  ]| like$4$ a young star, shining clearer as the voice intoned the
005:244,27['  ]| proparoxyton and more faintly as the cadence died.
005:244,28['  ]| The singing ceased. They went on$5$ together, Cranly repeating
005:244,29['  ]| in$4$ strongly stressed rhythm the end of the refrain:
005:244,30[Z  ]| \And when we are married\,
005:244,31[Z  ]| \O, how happy we will$1$ be\
005:244,32[Z  ]| \For$3$ I love sweet Rosie*O'Grady\
005:244,33[Z  ]| \And Rosie*O'Grady loves me\.
005:244,34[I  ]| ~~ There is real poetry for$4$ you,
005:244,34['  ]| he said. 
005:244,34[I  ]| There is real love.
005:244,35['  ]| He glanced sideways at Stephen with a strange smile and
005:244,36['  ]| said:
005:245,01[I  ]| ~~ Do you consider that$6#2$ poetry? Or do you know what the
005:245,02[I  ]| words mean?
005:245,03[B  ]| ~~ I want to$9$ see Rosie first, 
005:245,03['  ]| said Stephen.
005:245,04[I  ]| ~~ She is easy to$9$ find, 
005:245,04['  ]| Cranly said.
005:245,05['  ]| His hat had come down on$4$ his forehead. He shoved it back:
005:245,06['  ]| and in$4$ the shadow of the trees Stephen saw his pale face,
005:245,07['  ]| framed by$4$ the dark, and his large dark eyes. Yes. His face was
005:245,08['  ]| handsome: and his body was strong and hard. He had spoken
005:245,09['  ]| of a mother's love. He felt then the sufferings of women, the
005:245,10['  ]| weaknesses of their bodies and souls: and would shield them
005:245,11['  ]| with a strong  and resolute arm and bow his mind to$4$ them.
005:245,12['  ]| Away then: it is time to$9$ go. A voice spoke softly to$4$ Stephen's
005:245,13['  ]| lonely heart, bidding him go and telling him that$3$ his
005:245,14['  ]| friendship was coming to$4$ an end. Yes; he would go. He could
005:245,15['  ]| not strive against another. He knew his part.
005:245,16[B  ]| ~~ Probably I shall go away, 
005:245,16['  ]| he said.
005:245,17[I  ]| ~~ Where? 
005:245,17['  ]| Cranly asked.
005:245,18[B  ]| ~~ Where I can,
005:245,18['  ]| Stephen said.
005:245,19[I  ]| ~~ Yes, 
005:245,19['  ]| Cranly said. 
005:245,19[I  ]| It might be difficult for$4$ you to$9$ live here
005:245,20[I  ]| now. But is it that$6#2$ that$6#1$ makes you go?
005:245,21[B  ]| ~~ I have to$9$ go, 
005:245,21['  ]| Stephen answered.
005:245,22[I  ]| ~~ Because,
005:245,22['  ]| Cranly continued, 
005:245,22[I  ]| you need not look upon$4$
005:245,23[I  ]| yourself as driven away if you do not wish to$9$ go or as a heretic
005:245,24[I  ]| or an outlaw. There are many good believers who$6#1$ think as you
005:245,25[I  ]| do. Would that$6#2$ surprise you? The church is not the stone
005:245,26[I  ]| building nor even the clergy and their dogmas. It is the whole
005:245,27[I  ]| mass of those born into it. I do not know what you wish to$9$ do
005:245,28[I  ]| in$4$ life. Is it what you told me the night we were standing
005:245,29[I  ]| outside Harcourt*Street station?
005:245,30[B  ]| ~~ Yes,
005:245,30['  ]| Stephen said, smiling in$4$ spite of himself at Cranly's
005:245,31['  ]| way of remembering thoughts in$4$ connection with places.
005:245,31[B  ]| The
005:245,32[B  ]| night you spent half an hour wrangling with Doherty about the
005:245,33[B  ]| shortest way from Sallygap to$4$ Larras.
005:245,34[I  ]| ~~ Pothead!
005:245,34['  ]| Cranly said with calm contempt. 
005:245,34[I  ]| What does he
005:245,35[I  ]| know about the way from Sallygap to$4$ Larras? Or what does
005:245,36[I  ]| he know about anything for$4$ that$6#2$ matter? And the big slobbering
005:245,37[I  ]| washingpot head of him!
005:246,01['  ]| He broke out into a loud long laugh.
005:246,02[B  ]| ~~ Well? 
005:246,02['  ]| Stephen said. 
005:246,02[B  ]| Do you remember the rest?
005:246,03[I  ]| ~~ What you said, is it?
005:246,03['  ]| Cranly asked.
005:246,03[I  ]| Yes, I remember it.
005:246,04[I  ]| To$9$ discover the mode of life or of art whereby your spirit
005:246,05[I  ]| could express itself in$4$ unfettered freedom.
005:246,06['  ]| Stephen raised his hat in$4$ acknowledgment.
005:246,07[I  ]| ~~ Freedom! 
005:246,07['  ]| Cranly repeated. 
005:246,07[I  ]| But you are not free enough
005:246,08[I  ]| yet to$9$ commit a sacrilege. Tell me, would you rob?
005:246,09[B  ]| ~~ I would beg first, 
005:246,09['  ]| Stephen said.
005:246,10[I  ]| ~~ And if you got  nothing, would you rob?
005:246,11[B  ]| ~~ You wish me to$9$ say, 
005:246,11['  ]| Stephen answered,
005:246,11[B  ]| that$3$ the rights of
005:246,12[B  ]| property are provisional and that$3$ in$4$ certain circumstances it is
005:246,13[B  ]| not unlawful to$9$ rob. Everyone would act in$4$ that$6#2$ belief. So$3$ I
005:246,14[B  ]| will$1$ not make you that$6#2$ answer. Apply to$4$ the jesuit theologian
005:246,15[B  ]| Juan*Mariana*de*Talavera who$6#1$ will$1$ also explain to$4$ you in$4$
005:246,16[B  ]| what circumstances you may lawfully kill your king and
005:246,17[B  ]| whether you had better hand him his poison in$4$ a goblet or
005:246,18[B  ]| smear it for$4$ him upon$4$ his robe or his saddlebow. Ask me
005:246,19[B  ]| rather would I suffer others to$9$ rob me or, if they did, would I
005:246,20[B  ]| call down upon$4$ them what I believe is called the chastisement
005:246,21[B  ]| of the secular arm?
005:246,22[I  ]| ~~ And would you?
005:246,23[B  ]| ~~ I think, 
005:246,23['  ]| Stephen said, 
005:246,23[B  ]| it would pain me as much to$9$ do so$5#2$
005:246,24[B  ]| as to$9$ be robbed.
005:246,25[I  ]| ~~ I see, 
005:246,25['  ]| Cranly said.
005:246,26['  ]| He produced his match and began to$9$ clean the crevice
005:246,27['  ]| between two teeth. Then he said carelessly:
005:246,28[I  ]| ~~ Tell me, for$4$ example, would you deflower a virgin?
005:246,29[B  ]| ~~ Excuse me,
005:246,29['  ]| Stephen said politely,
005:246,29[B  ]| is that$6#2$ not the ambition
005:246,30[B  ]| of most young gentlemen?
005:246,31[I  ]| ~~ What then is your point of view?
005:246,31['  ]| Cranly asked.
005:246,32['  ]| His last phrase, soursmelling as the smoke of charcoal and
005:246,33['  ]| disheartening, excited Stephen's brain, over which$6#1$ its fumes
005:246,34['  ]| seemed to$9$ brood.
005:246,35[B  ]| ~~ Look here, Cranly,
005:246,35['  ]| he said.
005:246,35[B  ]| You have asked me what I
005:246,36[B  ]| would do and what I would not do. I will$1$ tell you what I will$1$ do
005:246,37[B  ]| and what I will$1$ not do. I will$1$ not serve that$6#2$ in$4$ which$6#1$ I no$2$
005:247,01[B  ]| longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or
005:247,02[B  ]| my church: and I will$1$ try to$9$ express myself in$4$ some mode of
005:247,03[B  ]| life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for$4$
005:247,04[B  ]| my defence the only arms I allow myself to$9$ use ~~  silence, exile,
005:247,05[B  ]| and cunning.
005:247,06['  ]| Cranly seized his arm and steered him round so$3$ as to$9$ head
005:247,07['  ]| back towards Leeson Park. He laughed almost slily and pressed
005:247,08['  ]| Stephen's arm with an elder's affection.
005:247,09[I  ]| ~~ Cunning indeed!
005:247,09['  ]| he said.
005:247,09[I  ]| Is it you? You poor poet, you!
005:247,10[B  ]| ~~ And you made me confess to$4$ you,
005:247,10['  ]| Stephen said, thrilled
005:247,11['  ]| by$4$ his touch,
005:247,11[B  ]| as I have confessed to$4$ you so$5#1$  many other things,
005:247,12[B  ]| have I not?
005:247,13[I  ]| ~~ Yes, my child,
005:247,13['  ]| Cranly said, still gaily.
005:247,14[B  ]| ~~ You made me confess the fears that$6#1$ I have. But I will$1$ tell
005:247,15[B  ]| you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to$9$ be alone or to$9$ be
005:247,16[B  ]| spurned for$4$ another or to$9$ leave whatever I have to$9$ leave. And
005:247,17[B  ]| I am not afraid to$9$ make a mistake, even  a great  mistake, a
005:247,18[B  ]| lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.
005:247,19['  ]| Cranly, now grave again, slowed his pace and said:
005:247,20[I  ]| ~~ Alone, quite alone. You have no$2$ fear of that$6#2$. And you
005:247,21[I  ]| know what that$6#2$ word means? Not only to$9$ be separate from all
005:247,22[I  ]| others but to$9$ have not even one friend.
005:247,23[B  ]| ~~ I will$1$ take the risk, 
005:247,23['  ]| said Stephen.
005:247,24[I  ]| ~~ And not to$9$ have any one person,
005:247,24['  ]| Cranly said, 
005:247,24[I  ]| who$6#1$ would
005:247,25[I  ]| be more than a friend, more even than the noblest and truest
005:247,26[I  ]| friend a man ever had.
005:247,27['  ]| His words seemed to$9$ have struck some deep chord in$4$ his
005:247,28['  ]| own nature. Had he spoken of himself, of himself as he was or
005:247,29['  ]| wished  to$9$ be? Stephen watched his face for$4$ some moments in$4$
005:247,30['  ]| silence. A cold sadness was there. He had spoken of himself,
005:247,31['  ]| of his own loneliness which$6#1$ he feared.
005:247,32[B  ]| ~~ Of whom are you speaking?
005:247,32['  ]| Stephen asked at length.
005:247,33['  ]| Cranly did not answer.
005:247,34['  ]| 
005:247,35[TB ]| 20 \March\: Long talk with Cranly on$4$ the subject of my
005:247,36[TB ]| revolt. He had his grand manner on$5$. I supple and suave.
005:247,37[TB ]| Attacked me on$4$ the score of love for$4$ one's mother. Tried to$9$
005:248,01[TB ]| imagine his mother: cannot. Told me once, in$4$ a moment of
005:248,02[TB ]| thoughtlessness, his father was sixtyone when he was born.
005:248,03[TB ]| Can see him. Strong farmer type. Pepper and salt suit. Square
005:248,04[TB ]| feet. Unkempt grizzled beard. Probably attends coursing
005:248,05[TB ]| matches. Pays his dues regularly but not plentifully to$4$ Father*Dwyer 
005:248,06[TB ]| of Larras. Sometimes talks to$4$ girls after nightfall. But
005:248,07[TB ]| his mother? Very young or very old? Hardly the first. If so$5#2$,
005:248,08[TB ]| Cranly would not have spoken as he did. Old then. Probably,
005:248,09[TB ]| and neglected. Hence Cranly's despair of soul: the child of
005:248,10[TB ]| exhausted loins.
005:248,11[TB ]| 21 \March,\ \morning\: Thought this in$4$ bed last night but was
005:248,12[TB ]| too lazy and free to$9$ add it. Free, yes. The exhausted loins are
005:248,13[TB ]| those of Elisabeth and Zachary. Then he is the precursor.
005:248,14[TB ]| Item: he eats chiefly belly bacon and dried figs. Read locusts
005:248,15[TB ]| and wild honey. Also, when thinking of him, saw always a
005:248,16[TB ]| stern severed head or deathmask as if outlined on$4$ a grey
005:248,17[TB ]| curtain or veronica. Decollation they call it in$4$ the fold. Puzzled
005:248,18[TB ]| for$4$ the moment by$4$ saint*John at the Latin gate. What do I
005:248,19[TB ]| see? A decollated precursor trying to$9$ pick the lock.
005:248,20[TB ]| 21 \March\, \night\: Free. Soulfree and fancyfree. Let the
005:248,21[TB ]| dead bury the dead. Ay. And let the dead marry the dead.
005:248,22[TB ]| 22 \March\: In$4$ company with Lynch followed a sizable
005:248,23[TB ]| hospital nurse. Lynch's idea. Dislike it. Two lean hungry
005:248,24[TB ]| greyhounds walking after a heifer.
005:248,25[TB ]| 23 \March\: Have not seen her since that$6#2$ night. Unwell? Sits
005:248,26[TB ]| at the fire perhaps with mamma's shawl on$4$ her shoulders. But
005:248,27[TB ]| not peevish. A nice bowl of gruel? Will$1$ not you now?
005:248,28[TB ]| 24 \March\: Began with a discussion with my mother. Subject:
005:248,29[TB ]| B%*V. M. Handicapped by$4$ my sex and youth. To$9$ escape
005:248,30[TB ]| held up$5$ relations between Jesus and Papa against those between
005:248,31[TB ]| Mary and her son. Said religion was not a lying-in
005:248,32[TB ]| hospital. Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have
005:248,33[TB ]| read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.
005:248,34[TB ]| Then she said I would come back to$4$ faith because I had a
005:248,35[TB ]| restless mind. This means to$9$ leave church by$4$ backdoor of sin
005:248,36[TB ]| and reenter through the skylight of repentance. Cannot repent.
005:248,37[TB ]| Told her so$5#2$ and asked for$4$ sixpence. Got threepence.
005:249,01[TB ]| Then went to$4$ college. Other wrangle with little roundhead
005:249,02[TB ]| rogue'seye Ghezzi. This time about Bruno*the*Nolan. Began in$4$
005:249,03[TB ]| Italian and ended in$4$ pidgin English. He said Bruno was a
005:249,04[TB ]| terrible heretic. I said he was terribly burned. He agreed to$4$
005:249,05[TB ]| this with some sorrow. Then gave me recipe for$4$ what he calls
005:249,06[TB ]| \risotto\ \alla\ \bergamasca\. When he pronounces a  soft \o\ he
005:249,07[TB ]| protrudes his full carnal lips as if he kissed the vowel. Has he?
005:249,08[TB ]| And could he repent? Yes, he could: and cry two round
005:249,09[TB ]| rogue's tears, one from each eye.
005:249,10[TB ]| Crossing Stephen's, that$6#2$ is, my green, remembered that$3$ his
005:249,11[TB ]| countrymen and not mine had invented what Cranly the other
005:249,12[TB ]| night called our religion. A quartet of them, soldiers  of the
005:249,13[TB ]| ninetyseventh infantry regiment, sat at the foot of the cross
005:249,14[TB ]| and tossed up$5$ dice for$4$ the overcoat of the crucified.
005:249,15[TB ]| Went to$4$ library. Tried to$9$ read three reviews. Useless. She is
005:249,16[TB ]| not out yet. Am I alarmed? About what? That$3$ she will$1$ never
005:249,17[TB ]| be out again.
005:249,18[TB ]| Blake wrote:
005:249,19[Z  ]| \I wonder if William Bond will$1$ die\
005:249,20[Z  ]| \For$3$ assuredly he is very ill\.
005:249,21[TB ]| Alas, poor William!
005:249,22[TB ]| I was once at a diorama in$4$ Rotunda. At the end were pictures
005:249,23[TB ]| of big nobs. Among them William*Ewart*Gladstone, just
005:249,24[TB ]| then dead. Orchestra played \O%*Willie%*we*have*missed*you\.
005:249,25[TB ]| A race of clodhoppers!
005:249,26[TB ]| 25 \March\, \morning\: A troubled night of dreams. Want to$9$
005:249,27[TB ]| get them off my chest.
005:249,28[TB ]| A long curving gallery. From the floor ascend pillars of
005:249,29[TB ]| dark vapours. It is peopled by$4$ the images of fabulous kings,
005:249,30[TB ]| set in$4$ stone. Their hands are folded upon$4$ their knees in$4$ token
005:249,31[TB ]| of weariness and their eyes are darkened for$3$ the errors of men
005:249,32[TB ]| go up$5$ before them for*ever as dark vapours.
005:249,33[TB ]| Strange figures advance from a cave. They are not as tall as
005:249,34[TB ]| men. One does not seem to$9$ stand quite apart from another.
005:249,35[TB ]| Their faces are phosphorescent, with darker streaks. They
005:250,01[TB ]| peer at me and their eyes seem to$9$ ask me something. They do
005:250,02[TB ]| not speak.
005:250,03[TB ]| 30 \March\: This evening Cranly was in$4$ the porch of the
005:250,04[TB ]| library, proposing a problem to$4$ Dixon and her brother. A
005:250,05[TB ]| mother let her child fall into the Nile. Still harping on$4$ the
005:250,06[TB ]| mother. A crocodile seized the child. Mother asked it back.
005:250,07[TB ]| Crocodile said all right if she told him what he was going to$9$ do
005:250,08[TB ]| with the child, eat it or not eat it.
005:250,09[TB ]| This mentality, Lepidus would say, is indeed bred out of
005:250,10[TB ]| your mud by$4$ the operation of your sun.
005:250,11[TB ]| And mine? Is it not too? Then into Nilemud with it!
005:250,12[TB ]| 1 \April\: Disapprove of this last phrase.
005:250,13[TB ]| 2 \April\: Saw her drinking tea and eating cakes in$4$ 
005:250,14[TB ]| Johnston%*Mooney*and*O'Brien's. Rather, lynxeyed Lynch saw her
005:250,15[TB ]| as we passed. He tells me Cranly was invited there by$4$ brother.
005:250,16[TB ]| Did he bring his crocodile? Is he the shining light now? Well, I
005:250,17[TB ]| discovered him. I protest I did. Shining quietly behind a
005:250,18[TB ]| bushel of Wicklow bran.
005:250,19[TB ]| 3 \April\: Met Davin at the cigar shop opposite Findlater's
005:250,20[TB ]| church. He was in$4$ a black sweater and had a hurleystick.
005:250,21[TB ]| Asked me was it true I was going away and why. Told him the
005:250,22[TB ]| shortest way to$4$ Tara was \via\ Holyhead. Just then my father
005:250,23[TB ]| came up$5$. Introduction. Father, polite and observant. Asked
005:250,24[TB ]| Davin if he might offer him some refreshment. Davin could
005:250,25[TB ]| not, was going to$4$ a meeting. When we came away father told
005:250,26[TB ]| me he had a good honest eye. Asked me why I did not join a
005:250,27[TB ]| rowingclub. I pretended to$9$ think it over. Told me then how he
005:250,28[TB ]| broke Pennyfeather's heart. Wants me to$9$ read law. Says I was
005:250,29[TB ]| cut out for$4$ that$6#2$. More mud, more crocodiles.
005:250,30[TB ]| 5 \April\: Wild spring. Scudding clouds. O life! Dark stream
005:250,31[TB ]| of swirling bogwater on$4$ which$6#1$ appletrees have cast down their
005:250,32[TB ]| delicate flowers. Eyes of girls among the leaves. Girls demure
005:250,33[TB ]| and romping. All fair or auburn: no$2$ dark ones. They blush
005:250,34[TB ]| better. Houp-la!
005:250,35[TB ]| 6 \April\: Certainly she remembers the past. Lynch says all
005:250,36[TB ]| women do. Then she remembers the time of her childhood ~~ 
005:251,01[TB ]| and mine if I was ever a child. The past is consumed in$4$ the
005:251,02[TB ]| present and the present is living only because it brings forth the
005:251,03[TB ]| future. Statues of women, if Lynch be right, should always be
005:251,04[TB ]| fully draped, one hand of the woman feeling regretfully her
005:251,05[TB ]| own hinder parts.
005:251,06[TB ]| 6 \April\, \later\: Michael*Robartes remembers forgotten
005:251,07[TB ]| beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in$4$ his
005:251,08[TB ]| arms the loveliness which$6#1$ has long faded from the world. Not
005:251,09[TB ]| this. Not at all. I desire to$9$ press in$4$ my arms the loveliness
005:251,10[TB ]| which$6#1$ has not yet come into the world.
005:251,11[TB ]| 10 \April\: Faintly, under the heavy night, through  the silence
005:251,12[TB ]| of the city which$6#1$ has turned from dreams to$4$ dreamless sleep as
005:251,13[TB ]| a weary lover whom no$2$ caresses move, the sound of hoofs
005:251,14[TB ]| upon$4$ the road. Not so$5#1$ faintly now as they come near the
005:251,15[TB ]| bridge: and in$4$ a moment as they pass the darkened windows
005:251,16[TB ]| the silence is cloven by$4$ alarm as by$4$ an arrow. They are heard
005:251,17[TB ]| now far away, hoofs that$6#1$ shine amid the heavy  night as gems,
005:251,18[TB ]| hurrying beyond the sleeping fields to$4$ what journey's end ~~ 
005:251,19[TB ]| what heart? ~~  bearing what tidings?
005:251,20[TB ]| 11 \April\: Read what I wrote last night. Vague words for$4$ a
005:251,21[TB ]| vague emotion. Would she like$1$ it? I think so$5#2$. Then I should
005:251,22[TB ]| have to$9$ like$1$ it also.
005:251,23[TB ]| 13 \April\: That$6#2$ tundish has been on$4$ my mind for$4$ a long time.
005:251,24[TB ]| I looked it up$5$ and find it English and good old blunt English
005:251,25[TB ]| too. Damn the dean*of*studies and his funnel! What did he
005:251,26[TB ]| come here for$4$ to$9$ teach us his own language or to$9$ learn it from
005:251,27[TB ]| us? Damn him one way or the other!
005:251,28[TB ]| 14 \April\: John*Alphonsus*Mulrennan has just returned
005:251,29[TB ]| from the west of Ireland. (European and Asiatic papers
005:251,30[TB ]| please copy.) He told us he met an old man there in$4$ a mountain
005:251,31[TB ]| cabin. Old man had red eyes and short pipe. Old man
005:251,32[TB ]| spoke Irish. Mulrennan spoke Irish. Then old man and Mulrennan
005:251,33[TB ]| spoke English. Mulrennan spoke to$4$ him about universe
005:251,34[TB ]| and stars. Old man sat, listened, smoked, spat. Then said:
005:251,35[TB ]| ~~ Ah, there must be terrible queer creatures at the latter
005:251,36[TB ]| end of the world.
005:252,01[TB ]| I fear him. I fear his redrimmed horny eyes. It is with him I
005:252,02[TB ]| must struggle all through this night till day come, till he or I lie
005:252,03[TB ]| dead, gripping him by$4$ the sinewy throat till ~~~ Till what?
005:252,04[TB ]| Till he yield to$4$ me? No$7$. I mean him no$2$ harm.
005:252,05[TB ]| 15 \April\: Met her today pointblank in$4$ Grafton*Street. The
005:252,06[TB ]| crowd brought us together. We both stopped. She asked me
005:252,07[TB ]| why I never came, said she had heard all sorts of stories about
005:252,08[TB ]| me. This was only to$9$ gain time. Asked me, was I writing
005:252,09[TB ]| poems? About whom? I asked her. This confused her more
005:252,10[TB ]| and I felt sorry and mean. Turned off that$6#2$ valve at once
005:252,11[TB ]| and opened the spiritual-heroic refrigerating apparatus, invented
005:252,12[TB ]| and patented in$4$ all countries by$4$ Dante*Alighieri.
005:252,13[TB ]| Talked rapidly of myself and my plans. In$4$ the midst of it
005:252,14[TB ]| unluckily I made a sudden gesture of a revolutionary nature. I
005:252,15[TB ]| must have looked like$4$ a fellow throwing a handful of peas into
005:252,16[TB ]| the air. People began to$9$ look at us.  She shook hands a moment
005:252,17[TB ]| after and, in$4$ going away, said she hoped I would do what
005:252,18[TB ]| I said.
005:252,19[TB ]| Now I call that$6#2$ friendly, do not you?
005:252,20[TB ]| Yes, I liked her today. A little or much? Do not know. I
005:252,21[TB ]| liked her and it seems a new feeling to$4$ me. Then, in$4$ that$6#2$ case,
005:252,22[TB ]| all the rest, all that$6#1$ I thought I thought and all that$6#1$ I felt I felt,
005:252,23[TB ]| all the rest before now, in$4$ fact ~~~ O, give it up$5$, old chap!
005:252,24[TB ]| Sleep it off!
005:252,25[TB ]| 16 \April\: Away! Away!
005:252,26[TB ]| The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their
005:252,27[TB ]| promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that$6#1$
005:252,28[TB ]| stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations. They are
005:252,29[TB ]| held out to$9$ say: We are alone. Come. And the voices say with
005:252,30[TB ]| them: We are your kinsmen.  And  the air is thick with their
005:252,31[TB ]| company as they call to$4$ me, their kinsman, making ready to$9$
005:252,32[TB ]| go, shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth.
005:252,33[TB ]| 26 \April\: Mother is putting my new secondhand clothes in$4$
005:252,34[TB ]| order. She prays now, she says, that$3$ I may learn in$4$ my own
005:252,35[TB ]| life and away from home and friends what the heart is and
005:252,36[TB ]| what it feels. Amen. So$5#2$ be it. Welcome, O life! I go to$9$ encounter
005:253,01[TB ]| for$4$ the millionth time the reality of experience and to$9$ forge
005:253,02[TB ]| in$4$ the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
005:253,03[TB ]| 27 \April\: Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever
005:253,04[TB ]| in$4$ good stead.
005:253,05[TB ]| Dublin 1904
005:253,06[TB ]| Trieste 1914