01:003;0000@@@@@| 01:003;0001[' ]| Stately, plump Buck*Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a 01:003;0002[' ]| bowl of lather on$4$ which$6#1$ a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow 01:003;0003[' ]| dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on$4$ the mild 01:003;0004[' ]| morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: 01:003;0005[Z ]| ~~ \7Introibo 7ad 7altare 7Dei\. 01:003;0006[' ]| Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out 01:003;0007[' ]| coarsely: 01:003;0008[D ]| ~~ Come up$5$, Kinch! Come up$5$, you fearful jesuit! 01:003;0009[' ]| Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced 01:003;0010[' ]| about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the 01:003;0011[' ]| awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen*Dedalus, he bent 01:003;0012[' ]| towards him and made rapid crosses in$4$ the air, gurgling in$4$ his throat and 01:003;0013[' ]| shaking his head. Stephen*Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms 01:003;0014[' ]| on$4$ the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face 01:003;0015[' ]| that$6#1$ blessed him, equine in$4$ its length, and at the light untonsured hair, 01:003;0016[' ]| grained and hued like$4$ pale oak. 01:003;0017[' ]| Buck*Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered 01:003;0018[' ]| the bowl smartly. 01:003;0019[D ]| ~~ Back to$4$ barracks! 01:003;0019[' ]| he said sternly. 01:003;0020[' ]| He added in$4$ a preacher's tone: 01:003;0021[D ]| ~~ For$3$ this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine christine: body and soul and 01:003;0022[D ]| blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A 01:003;0023[D ]| little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all. 01:003;0024[' ]| He peered sideways up$5$ and gave a long slow whistle of call, then 01:003;0025[' ]| paused awhile in$4$ rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and 01:003;0026[' ]| there with gold points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered 01:003;0027[' ]| through the calm. 01:003;0028[D ]| ~~ Thanks, old chap, 01:003;0028[' ]| he cried briskly. 01:003;0028[D ]| That$6#2$ will$1$ do nicely. Switch off the 01:003;0029[D ]| current, will$1$ you? 01:003;0030[' ]| He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, 01:003;0031[' ]| gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed 01:003;0032[' ]| face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in$4$ the middle 01:003;0033[' ]| ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips. 01:003;0034[D ]| ~~ The mockery of it! 01:003;0034[' ]| he said gaily. 01:003;0034[D ]| Your absurd name, an ancient Greek! 01:004;0035[' ]| He pointed his finger in$4$ friendly jest and went over to$4$ the parapet, 01:004;0036[' ]| laughing to$4$ himself. Stephen*Dedalus stepped up$5$, followed him wearily 01:004;0037[' ]| halfway and sat down on$4$ the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he 01:004;0038[' ]| propped his mirror on$4$ the parapet, dipped the brush in$4$ the bowl and 01:004;0039[' ]| lathered cheeks and neck. 01:004;0040[' ]| Buck*Mulligan's gay voice went on$5$. 01:004;0041[D ]| ~~ My name is absurd too: Malachi*Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a 01:004;0042[D ]| Hellenic ring, has not it? Tripping and sunny like$4$ the buck himself. We must 01:004;0043[D ]| go to$4$ Athens. Will$1$ you come if I can get the aunt to$9$ fork out twenty quid? 01:004;0044[' ]| He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried: 01:004;0045[D ]| ~~ Will$1$ he come? The jejune jesuit! 01:004;0046[' ]| Ceasing, he began to$9$ shave with care. 01:004;0047[B ]| ~~ Tell me, Mulligan, 01:004;0047[' ]| Stephen said quietly. 01:004;0048[D ]| ~~ Yes, my love? 01:004;0049[B ]| ~~ How long is Haines going to$9$ stay in$4$ this tower? 01:004;0050[' ]| Buck*Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder. 01:004;0051[D ]| ~~ God, is not he dreadful? 01:004;0051[' ]| he said frankly. 01:004;0051[D ]| A ponderous Saxon. He thinks 01:004;0052[D ]| you are not a gentleman. God, these bloody English! Bursting with money 01:004;0053[D ]| and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you 01:004;0054[D ]| have the real Oxford manner. He can not make you out. O, my name for$4$ you 01:004;0055[D ]| is the best: Kinch, the knifeblade. 01:004;0056[' ]| He shaved warily over his chin. 01:004;0057[B ]| ~~ He was raving all night about a black panther, 01:004;0057[' ]| Stephen said. 01:004;0057[B ]| Where is his 01:004;0058[B ]| guncase? 01:004;0059[D ]| ~~ A woful lunatic! 01:004;0059[' ]| Mulligan said. 01:004;0059[D ]| Were you in$4$ a funk? 01:004;0060[B ]| ~~ I was, 01:004;0060[' ]| Stephen said with energy and growing fear. 01:004;0060[B ]| Out here in$4$ the dark 01:004;0061[B ]| with a man I do not know raving and moaning to$4$ himself about shooting a 01:004;0062[B ]| black panther. You saved men from drowning. I am not a hero, however. If 01:004;0063[B ]| he stays on$5$ here I am off. 01:004;0064[' ]| Buck*Mulligan frowned at the lather on$4$ his razorblade. He hopped 01:004;0065[' ]| down from his perch and began to$9$ search his trouser pockets hastily. 01:004;0066[D ]| ~~ Scutter! 01:004;0066[' ]| he cried thickly. 01:004;0067[' ]| He came over to$4$ the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's 01:004;0068[' ]| upper pocket, said: 01:004;0069[D ]| ~~ Lend us a loan of your noserag to$9$ wipe my razor. 01:004;0070[' ]| Stephen suffered him to$9$ pull out and hold up$5$ on$4$ show by$4$ its corner a 01:004;0071[' ]| dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck*Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. 01:004;0072[' ]| Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: 01:004;0073[D ]| ~~ The bard's noserag! A new art colour for$4$ our Irish poets: snotgreen. You 01:004;0074[D ]| can almost taste it, can not you? 01:004;0075[' ]| He mounted to$4$ the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his 01:004;0076[' ]| fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. 01:004;0077[D ]| ~~ God! 01:004;0077[' ]| he said quietly. 01:004;0077[D ]| Is not the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet 01:004;0078[D ]| mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. \7Epi 7oinopa 7ponton\. 01:004;0079[D ]| Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in$4$ the 01:005;0080[D ]| original. \7Thalatta! 7Thalatta\! She is our great sweet mother. Come and 01:005;0081[D ]| look. 01:005;0082[' ]| Stephen stood up$5$ and went over to$4$ the parapet. Leaning on$4$ it he 01:005;0083[' ]| looked down on$4$ the water and on$4$ the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth 01:005;0084[' ]| of Kingstown. 01:005;0085[D ]| ~~ Our mighty mother! 01:005;0085[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:005;0086[' ]| He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to$4$ Stephen's 01:005;0087[' ]| face. 01:005;0088[D ]| ~~ The aunt thinks you killed your mother, 01:005;0088[' ]| he said. 01:005;0088[D ]| That$6#2$ is why she will$1$ not let 01:005;0089[D ]| me have anything to$9$ do with you. 01:005;0090[B ]| ~~ Someone killed her, 01:005;0090[' ]| Stephen said gloomily. 01:005;0091[D ]| ~~ You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother 01:005;0092[D ]| asked you, 01:005;0092[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:005;0092[D ]| I am hyperborean as much as you. But to$9$ 01:005;0093[D ]| think of your mother begging you with her last breath to$9$ kneel down and 01:005;0094[D ]| pray for$4$ her. And you refused. There is something sinister in$4$ you ~ 01:005;0095[' ]| He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant 01:005;0096[' ]| smile curled his lips. 01:005;0097[D ]| ~~ But a lovely mummer! 01:005;0097[' ]| he murmured to$4$ himself. 01:005;0097[D ]| Kinch, the loveliest 01:005;0098[D ]| mummer of them all! 01:005;0099[' ]| He shaved evenly and with care, in$4$ silence, seriously. 01:005;0100[' ]| Stephen, an elbow rested on$4$ the jagged granite, leaned his palm 01:005;0101[' ]| against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coatsleeve. 01:005;0102[' ]| Pain, that$6#1$ was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in$4$ a dream 01:005;0103[' ]| she had come to$4$ him after her death, her wasted body within its loose 01:005;0104[' ]| brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, 01:005;0105[' ]| that$6#1$ had bent upon$4$ him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of wetted ashes. 01:005;0106[' ]| Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a great sweet 01:005;0107[' ]| mother by$4$ the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and skyline held a 01:005;0108[' ]| dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood beside her 01:005;0109[' ]| deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which$6#1$ she had torn up$5$ from her 01:005;0110[' ]| rotting liver by$4$ fits of loud groaning vomiting. 01:005;0111[' ]| Buck*Mulligan wiped again his razorblade. 01:005;0112[D ]| ~~ Ah, poor dogsbody! 01:005;0112[' ]| he said in$4$ a kind voice. 01:005;0112[D ]| I must give you a shirt and a 01:005;0113[D ]| few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks? 01:005;0114[B ]| ~~ They fit well enough, 01:005;0114[' ]| Stephen answered. 01:005;0115[' ]| Buck*Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip. 01:005;0116[D ]| ~~ The mockery of it, 01:005;0116[' ]| he said contentedly. 01:005;0116[D ]| Secondleg they should be. God 01:005;0117[D ]| knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair stripe, 01:005;0118[D ]| grey. You will$1$ look spiffing in$4$ them. I am not joking, Kinch. You look damn 01:005;0119[D ]| well when you are dressed. 01:005;0120[B ]| ~~ Thanks, 01:005;0120[' ]| Stephen said. 01:005;0120[B ]| I can not wear them if they are grey. 01:005;0121[D ]| ~~ He can not wear them, 01:005;0121[' ]| Buck*Mulligan told his face in$4$ the mirror. 01:005;0121[D ]| Etiquette 01:005;0122[D ]| is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can not wear grey trousers. 01:005;0123[' ]| He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the 01:005;0124[' ]| smooth skin. 01:006;0125[' ]| Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to$4$ the plump face with its 01:006;0126[' ]| smokeblue mobile eyes. 01:006;0127[D ]| ~~ That$6#2$ fellow I was with in$4$ the Ship last night, 01:006;0127[' ]| said Buck*Mulligan, 01:006;0127[D ]| says 01:006;0128[D ]| you have g%*p%*i% He is up$5$ in$4$ Dottyville with Connolly*Norman. General 01:006;0129[D ]| paralysis of the insane! 01:006;0130[' ]| He swept the mirror a half circle in$4$ the air to$9$ flash the tidings abroad 01:006;0131[' ]| in$4$ sunlight now radiant on$4$ the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and the 01:006;0132[' ]| edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong wellknit 01:006;0133[' ]| trunk. 01:006;0134[D ]| ~~ Look at yourself, 01:006;0134[' ]| he said, 01:006;0134[D ]| you dreadful bard! 01:006;0135[' ]| Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to$4$ him, cleft 01:006;0136[' ]| by$4$ a crooked crack. 01:006;0136@b | Hair on$4$ end. As he and others see me. Who$6#2$ chose this 01:006;0137@b | face for$4$ me? This dogsbody to$9$ rid of vermin. It asks me too. 01:006;0138[D ]| ~~ I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, 01:006;0138[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:006;0138[D ]| It does her all 01:006;0139[D ]| right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for$4$ Malachi. Lead him 01:006;0140[D ]| not into temptation. And her name is Ursula. 01:006;0141[' ]| Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering 01:006;0142[' ]| eyes. 01:006;0143[D ]| ~~ The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in$4$ a mirror, 01:006;0143[' ]| he said. 01:006;0143[D ]| If Wilde 01:006;0144[D ]| were only alive to$9$ see you! 01:006;0145[' ]| Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness: 01:006;0146[B ]| ~~ It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant. 01:006;0147[' ]| Buck*Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in$4$ Stephen's and walked with 01:006;0148[' ]| him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in$4$ the pocket where he 01:006;0149[' ]| had thrust them. 01:006;0150[D ]| ~~ It is not fair to$9$ tease you like$4$ that$6#2$, Kinch, is it? 01:006;0150[' ]| he said kindly. 01:006;0150[D ]| God knows 01:006;0151[D ]| you have more spirit than any of them. 01:006;0152@b | Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that$6#2$ of his. The 01:006;0153@b | cold steel pen. 01:006;0154[D ]| ~~ Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that$6#2$ to$4$ the oxy chap downstairs 01:006;0155[D ]| and touch him for$4$ a guinea. He is stinking with money and thinks you are 01:006;0156[D ]| not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by$4$ selling jalap to$4$ Zulus or 01:006;0157[D ]| some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work 01:006;0158[D ]| together we might do something for$4$ the island. Hellenise it. 01:006;0159@b | Cranly's arm. His arm. 01:006;0160[D ]| ~~ And to$9$ think of your having to$9$ beg from these swine. I am the only one 01:006;0161[D ]| that$6#1$ knows what you are. Why do not you trust me more? What have you up$4$ 01:006;0162[D ]| your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I will$1$ bring 01:006;0163[D ]| down Seymour and we will$1$ give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive*Kempthorpe. 01:006;0164[D ]| 01:006;0165[' ]| Young shouts of moneyed voices in$4$ Clive*Kempthorpe's rooms. 01:006;0166[' ]| Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. 01:006;0166[Z ]| O, I 01:006;0167[Z ]| shall expire! Break the news to$4$ her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! 01:006;0167[' ]| With slit 01:006;0168[' ]| ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table, 01:006;0169[' ]| with trousers down at heels, chased by$4$ Ades of Magdalen with the tailor's 01:007;0170[' ]| shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. 01:007;0170[Z ]| I do not want to$9$ be 01:007;0171[Z ]| debagged! Do not you play the giddy ox with me! 01:007;0172[' ]| Shouts from the open window startling evening in$4$ the quadrangle. A 01:007;0173[' ]| deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew*Arnold's face, pushes his 01:007;0174[' ]| mower on$4$ the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of 01:007;0175[' ]| grasshalms. 01:007;0176@b | To$4$ ourselves ~~ new paganism ~~ \7omphalos\. 01:007;0177[B ]| ~~ Let him stay, 01:007;0177[' ]| Stephen said. 01:007;0177[B ]| There is nothing wrong with him except at 01:007;0178[B ]| night. 01:007;0179[D ]| ~~ Then what is it? 01:007;0179[' ]| Buck*Mulligan asked impatiently. 01:007;0179[D ]| Cough it up$5$. I am quite 01:007;0180[D ]| frank with you. What have you against me now? 01:007;0181[' ]| They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray*Head that$6#1$ lay on$4$ 01:007;0182[' ]| the water like$4$ the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly. 01:007;0183[B ]| ~~ Do you wish me to$9$ tell you? 01:007;0183[' ]| he asked. 01:007;0184[D ]| ~~ Yes, what is it? 01:007;0184[' ]| Buck*Mulligan answered. 01:007;0184[D ]| I do not remember anything. 01:007;0185[' ]| He looked in$4$ Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his 01:007;0186[' ]| brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of 01:007;0187[' ]| anxiety in$4$ his eyes. 01:007;0188[' ]| Stephen, depressed by$4$ his own voice, said: 01:007;0189[B ]| ~~ Do you remember the first day I went to$4$ your house after my mother's 01:007;0190[B ]| death? 01:007;0191[' ]| Buck*Mulligan frowned quickly and said: 01:007;0192[D ]| ~~ What? Where? I can not remember anything. I remember only ideas and 01:007;0193[D ]| sensations. Why? What happened in$4$ the name of God? 01:007;0194[B ]| ~~ You were making tea, 01:007;0194[' ]| Stephen said, 01:007;0194[B ]| and went across the landing to$9$ get 01:007;0195[B ]| more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the 01:007;0196[B ]| drawingroom. She asked you who$6#1$ was in$4$ your room. 01:007;0197[D ]| ~~ Yes? 01:007;0197[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:007;0197[D ]| What did I say? I forget. 01:007;0198[B ]| ~~ You said, 01:007;0198[' ]| Stephen answered, 01:007;0198[Z ]| \O, it is only Dedalus whose mother is beastly\ 01:007;0199[Z ]| \dead\. 01:007;0200[' ]| A flush which$6#1$ made him seem younger and more engaging rose to$4$ 01:007;0201[' ]| Buck*Mulligan's cheek. 01:007;0202[D ]| ~~ Did I say that$6#2$? 01:007;0202[' ]| he asked. 01:007;0202[D ]| Well? What harm is that$6#2$? 01:007;0203[' ]| He shook his constraint from him nervously. 01:007;0204[D ]| ~~ And what is death, 01:007;0204[' ]| he asked, 01:007;0204[D ]| your mother's or yours or my own? You 01:007;0205[D ]| saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in$4$ the Mater and 01:007;0206[D ]| Richmond and cut up$5$ into tripes in$4$ the dissectingroom. It is a beastly thing 01:007;0207[D ]| and nothing else. It simply does not matter. You would not kneel down to$9$ 01:007;0208[D ]| pray for$4$ your mother on$4$ her deathbed when she asked you. Why? Because 01:007;0209[D ]| you have the cursed jesuit strain in$4$ you, only it is injected the wrong way. 01:007;0210[D ]| To$4$ me it is all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not 01:007;0211[D ]| functioning. She calls the doctor sir*Peter*Teazle and picks buttercups off 01:007;0212[D ]| the quilt. Humour her till it is over. You crossed her last wish in$4$ death and 01:007;0213[D ]| yet you sulk with me because I do not whinge like$4$ some hired mute from 01:008;0214[D ]| Lalouette's. Absurd! I suppose I did say it. I did not mean to$9$ offend the 01:008;0215[D ]| memory of your mother. 01:008;0216[' ]| He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping 01:008;0217[' ]| wounds which$6#1$ the words had left in$4$ his heart, said very coldly: 01:008;0218[B ]| ~~ I am not thinking of the offence to$4$ my mother. 01:008;0219[D ]| ~~ Of what then? 01:008;0219[' ]| Buck*Mulligan asked. 01:008;0220[B ]| ~~ Of the offence to$4$ me, 01:008;0220[' ]| Stephen answered. 01:008;0221[' ]| Buck*Mulligan swung round on$4$ his heel. 01:008;0222[D ]| ~~ O, an impossible person! 01:008;0222[' ]| he exclaimed. 01:008;0223[' ]| He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post, 01:008;0224[' ]| gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now 01:008;0225[' ]| grew dim. Pulses were beating in$4$ his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt the 01:008;0226[' ]| fever of his cheeks. 01:008;0227[' ]| A voice within the tower called loudly: 01:008;0228[X ]| ~~ Are you up$5$ there, Mulligan? 01:008;0229[D ]| ~~ I am coming, 01:008;0229[' ]| Buck*Mulligan answered. 01:008;0230[' ]| He turned towards Stephen and said: 01:008;0231[D ]| ~~ Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola, Kinch, 01:008;0232[D ]| and come on$5$ down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers. 01:008;0233[' ]| His head halted again for$4$ a moment at the top of the staircase, level 01:008;0234[' ]| with the roof: 01:008;0235[D ]| ~~ Do not mope over it all day, 01:008;0235[' ]| he said. 01:008;0235[D ]| I am inconsequent. Give up$5$ the moody 01:008;0236[D ]| brooding. 01:008;0237[' ]| His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out 01:008;0238[' ]| of the stairhead: 01:008;0239[Z ]| ~~ \And no$2$ more turn aside and brood\ 01:008;0240[Z ]| \Upon$4$ love's bitter mystery\ 01:008;0241[Z ]| \For$3$ Fergus rules the brazen cars.\ 01:008;0242[' ]| Woodshadows floated silently by$5$ through the morning peace from the 01:008;0243[' ]| stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of 01:008;0244[' ]| water whitened, spurned by$4$ lightshod hurrying feet. 01:008;0244@b | White breast of the 01:008;0245@b | dim sea. The twining stresses, two by$4$ two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, 01:008;0246@b | merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on$4$ the 01:008;0247@b | dim tide. 01:008;0248[' ]| A cloud began to$9$ cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in$4$ 01:008;0249[' ]| deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. 01:008;0249@b | Fergus' song: I 01:008;0250@b | sang it alone in$4$ the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door 01:008;0251@b | was open: she wanted to$9$ hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to$4$ 01:008;0252@b | her bedside. She was crying in$4$ her wretched bed. For$4$ those words, Stephen: 01:008;0253@b | love's bitter mystery. 01:008;0254@b | Where now? 01:008;0255@b | Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with 01:008;0256@b | musk, a gaud of amber beads in$4$ her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in$4$ the 01:008;0257@b | sunny window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing 01;009;0258@b | in$4$ the pantomime of \Turko*the*Terrible\ and laughed with others when he 01;009;0259@b | sang: 01;009;0260[Z ]| \I am the boy\ 01;009;0261[Z ]| \That$6#1$ can enjoy\ 01;009;0262[Z ]| \Invisibility.\ 01;009;0263@b | Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed. 01;009;0264[Z ]| \And no$2$ more turn aside and brood.\ 01;009;0265@b | Folded away in$4$ the memory of nature with her toys. 01:009;0265[' ]| Memories beset 01;009;0266[' ]| his brooding brain. 01:009;0266@b | Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had 01;009;0267@b | approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar, roasting 01;009;0268@b | for$4$ her at the hob on$4$ a dark autumn evening. Her shapely fingernails 01;009;0269@b | reddened by$4$ the blood of squashed lice from the children's shirts. 01;009;0270[' ]| In$4$ a dream, silently, she had come to$4$ him, her wasted body within its 01;009;0271[' ]| loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, 01;009;0272[' ]| bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes. 01;009;0273@b | Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to$9$ shake and bend my soul. On$4$ 01;009;0274@b | me alone. The ghostcandle to$9$ light her agony. Ghostly light on$4$ the tortured 01;009;0275@b | face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in$4$ horror, while all prayed on$4$ their 01;009;0276@b | knees. Her eyes on$4$ me to$9$ strike me down. 01:009;0276[Z ]| \7Liliata 7rutilantium 7te 7confessorum\ 01;009;0277[Z ]| \7turma 7circumdet: 7iubilantium 7te 7virginum 7chorus 7excipiat.\ 01;009;0278@b | Ghoul! Chewer of corpses! 01;009;0279@b | No$7$, mother! Let me be and let me live. 01;009;0280[D ]| ~~ Kinch ahoy! 01;009;0281[' ]| Buck*Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up$4$ 01;009;0282[' ]| the staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry, heard 01;009;0283[' ]| warm running sunlight and in$4$ the air behind him friendly words. 01;009;0284[D ]| ~~ Dedalus, come down, like$4$ a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is 01;009;0285[D ]| apologising for$4$ waking us last night. It is all right. 01;009;0286[B ]| ~~ I am coming, 01;009;0286[' ]| Stephen said, turning. 01;009;0287[D ]| ~~ Do, for$4$ Jesus' sake, 01;009;0287[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01;009;0287[D ]| For$4$ my sake and for$4$ all our 01;009;0288[D ]| sakes. 01;009;0289[' ]| His head disappeared and reappeared. 01;009;0290[D ]| ~~ I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it is very clever. Touch him 01;009;0291[D ]| for$4$ a quid, will$1$ you? A guinea, I mean. 01;009;0292[B ]| ~~ I get paid this morning, 01;009;0292[' ]| Stephen said. 01;009;0293[D ]| ~~ The school kip? 01;009;0293[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01;009;0293[D ]| How much? Four quid? Lend us 01;009;0294[D ]| one. 01;009;0295[B ]| ~~ If you want it, 01;009;0295[' ]| Stephen said. 01;009;0296[D ]| ~~ Four shining sovereigns, 01;009;0296[' ]| Buck*Mulligan cried with delight. 01;009;0296[D ]| We will$1$ have a 01;009;0297[D ]| glorious drunk to$9$ astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns. 01;009;0298[' ]| He flung up$5$ his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out 01;009;0299[' ]| of tune with a Cockney accent: 01:010;0300[Z ]| ~~ \O, will$1$ not we have a merry time,\ 01:010;0301[Z ]| \Drinking whisky, beer and wine!\ 01:010;0302[Z ]| \On$4$ coronation,\ 01:010;0303[Z ]| \Coronation day!\ 01:010;0304[Z ]| \O, will$1$ not we have a merry time\ 01:010;0305[Z ]| \On$4$ coronation day!\ 01:010;0306@b | Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. 01:010;0306[' ]| The nickel shavingbowl shone, 01:010;0307[' ]| forgotten, on$4$ the parapet. 01:010;0307@b | Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there all 01:010;0308@b | day, forgotten friendship? 01:010;0309[' ]| He went over to$4$ it, held it in$4$ his hands awhile, feeling its coolness, 01:010;0310[' ]| smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in$4$ which$6#1$ the brush was stuck. 01:010;0310@b | So$3$ I 01:010;0311@b | carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet 01:010;0312@b | the same. A servant too. A server of a servant. 01:010;0313[' ]| In$4$ the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck*Mulligan's 01:010;0314[' ]| gowned form moved briskly to$8$ and fro about the hearth, hiding and 01:010;0315[' ]| revealing its yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged 01:010;0316[' ]| floor from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of 01:010;0317[' ]| coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning. 01:010;0318[D ]| ~~ We will$1$ be choked, 01:010;0318[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:010;0318[D ]| Haines, open that$6#2$ door, will$1$ you? 01:010;0319[' ]| Stephen laid the shavingbowl on$4$ the locker. A tall figure rose from the 01:010;0320[' ]| hammock where it had been sitting, went to$4$ the doorway and pulled open 01:010;0321[' ]| the inner doors. 01:010;0322[X ]| ~~ Have you the key? 01:010;0322[' ]| a voice asked. 01:010;0323[D ]| ~~ Dedalus has it, 01:010;0323[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:010;0323[D ]| Janey Mack, I am choked! 01:010;0324[' ]| He howled, without looking up$5$ from the fire: 01:010;0325[D ]| ~~ Kinch! 01:010;0326[B ]| ~~ It is in$4$ the lock, 01:010;0326[' ]| Stephen said, coming forward. 01:010;0327[' ]| The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had 01:010;0328[' ]| been set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the 01:010;0329[' ]| doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to$4$ the table and sat 01:010;0330[' ]| down to$9$ wait. Buck*Mulligan tossed the fry on$5$ to$4$ the dish beside him. Then 01:010;0331[' ]| he carried the dish and a large teapot over to$4$ the table, set them down 01:010;0332[' ]| heavily and sighed with relief. 01:010;0333[D ]| ~~ I am melting, 01:010;0333[' ]| he said, 01:010;0333[D ]| as the candle remarked when ~~ But, hush! Not a 01:010;0334[D ]| word more on$4$ that$6#2$ subject! Kinch, wake up$5$! Bread, butter, honey. Haines, 01:010;0335[D ]| come in$5$. The grub is ready. 01:010;0335[Z ]| Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts. 01:010;0335[D ]| Where is 01:010;0336[D ]| the sugar? O, jay, there is no$2$ milk. 01:010;0337[' ]| Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler 01:010;0338[' ]| from the locker. Buck*Mulligan sat down in$4$ a sudden pet. 01:010;0339[D ]| ~~ What sort of a kip is this? 01:010;0339[' ]| he said. 01:010;0339[D ]| I told her to$9$ come after eight. 01:010;0340[B ]| ~~ We can drink it black, 01:010;0340[' ]| Stephen said thirstily. 01:010;0340[B ]| There is a lemon in$4$ the 01:010;0341[B ]| locker. 01:010;0342[D ]| ~~ O, damn you and your Paris fads! 01:010;0342[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:010;0342[D ]| I want Sandycove 01:010;0343[D ]| milk. 01:011;0344[' ]| Haines came in$5$ from the doorway and said quietly: 01:011;0345[ZL ]| ~~ That$6#2$ woman is coming up$5$ with the milk. 01:011;0346[D ]| ~~ The blessings of God on$4$ you! 01:011;0346[' ]| Buck*Mulligan cried, jumping up$5$ from his 01:011;0347[' ]| chair. 01:011;0347[D ]| Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in$4$ the bag. Here, I 01:011;0348[D ]| can not go fumbling at the damned eggs. 01:011;0349[' ]| He hacked through the fry on$4$ the dish and slapped it out on$4$ three 01:011;0350[' ]| plates, saying: 01:011;0351[Z ]| ~~ \7In 7nomine 7Patris 7et 7Filii 7et 7Spiritus 7Sancti.\ 01:011;0352[' ]| Haines sat down to$9$ pour out the tea. 01:011;0353[ZL ]| ~~ I am giving you two lumps each, 01:011;0353[' ]| he said. 01:011;0353[ZL ]| But, I say, Mulligan, you do 01:011;0354[ZL ]| make strong tea, do not you? 01:011;0355[' ]| Buck*Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in$4$ an old 01:011;0356[' ]| woman's wheedling voice: 01:011;0357[D ]| ~~ When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother*Grogan said. And when I 01:011;0358[D ]| makes water I makes water. 01:011;0359[ZL ]| ~~ By$4$ Jove, it is tea, 01:011;0359[' ]| Haines said. 01:011;0360[' ]| Buck*Mulligan went on$5$ hewing and wheedling: 01:011;0361[Z ]| ~~ \So$5#2$ I do, Mrs*Cahill\, 01:011;0361[D ]| says she. 01:011;0361[Z ]| \Begob, ma'am\, 01:011;0361[D ]| says Mrs*Cahill, 01:011;0361[Z ]| \God send\ 01:011;0362[Z ]| \you do not make them in$4$ the one pot\. 01:011;0363[' ]| He lunged towards his messmates in$4$ turn a thick slice of bread, 01:011;0364[' ]| impaled on$4$ his knife. 01:011;0365[D ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is folk, 01:011;0365[' ]| he said very earnestly, 01:011;0365[D ]| for$4$ your book, Haines. Five lines of 01:011;0366[D ]| text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of Dundrum. 01:011;0367[D ]| Printed by$4$ the weird sisters in$4$ the year of the big wind. 01:011;0368[' ]| He turned to$4$ Stephen and asked in$4$ a fine puzzled voice, lifting his 01:011;0369[' ]| brows: 01:011;0370[D ]| ~~ Can you recall, brother, is mother*Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of 01:011;0371[D ]| in$4$ the Mabinogion or is it in$4$ the Upanishads? 01:011;0372[B ]| ~~ I doubt it, 01:011;0372[' ]| said Stephen gravely. 01:011;0373[D ]| ~~ Do you now? 01:011;0373[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said in$4$ the same tone. 01:011;0373[D ]| Your reasons, pray? 01:011;0374[B ]| ~~ I fancy, 01:011;0374[' ]| Stephen said as he ate, 01:011;0374[B ]| it did not exist in$4$ or out of the 01:011;0375[B ]| Mabinogion. Mother*Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary*Ann. 01:011;0376[B ]| 01:011;0377[' ]| Buck*Mulligan's face smiled with delight. 01:011;0378[D ]| ~~ Charming! 01:011;0378[' ]| he said in$4$ a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and 01:011;0379[' ]| blinking his eyes pleasantly. 01:011;0379[D ]| Do you think she was? Quite charming! 01:011;0380[' ]| Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in$4$ a 01:011;0381[' ]| hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf: 01:011;0382[Z ]| ~~ \For$3$ old Mary*Ann\ 01:011;0383[Z ]| \She does not care a damn.\ 01:011;0384[Z ]| \But, hising up$4$ her petticoats\ ~ 01:011;0385[' ]| He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned. 01:011;0386[' ]| The doorway was darkened by$4$ an entering form. 01:011;0387[W ]| ~~ The milk, sir! 01:011;0388[D ]| ~~ Come in$5$, ma'am, 01:011;0388[' ]| Mulligan said. 01:011;0388[D ]| Kinch, get the jug. 01:012;0389[' ]| An old woman came forward and stood by$4$ Stephen's elbow. 01:012;0390[W ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is a lovely morning, sir, 01:012;0390[' ]| she said. 01:012;0390[W ]| Glory be to$4$ God. 01:012;0391[D ]| ~~ To$4$ whom? 01:012;0391[' ]| Mulligan said, glancing at her. 01:120;0391[D ]| Ah, to$9$ be sure! 01:012;0392[' ]| Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker. 01:012;0393[D ]| ~~ The islanders, 01:120;0393[' ]| Mulligan said to$4$ Haines casually, 01:120;0393[D ]| speak frequently of the 01:012;0394[D ]| collector of prepuces. 01:012;0395[W ]| ~~ How much, sir? 01:012;0395[' ]| asked the old woman. 01:012;0396[W ]| ~~ 01:012;0396[B ]| A quart, 01:012;0396[' ]| Stephen said. 01:012;0397[' ]| He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich 01:012;0398[' ]| white milk, 01:012;0398@b | not hers. Old shrunken paps. 01:012;0398[' ]| She poured again a measureful 01:012;0399[' ]| and a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a 01:012;0400[' ]| messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out. 01:012;0400@b | Crouching 01:012;0401@b | by$4$ a patient cow at daybreak in$4$ the lush field, a witch on$4$ her toadstool, her 01:012;0402@b | wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed about her whom 01:012;0403@b | they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old woman, names 01:012;0404@b | given her in$4$ old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal 01:012;0405@b | serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a 01:012;0406@b | messenger from the secret morning. To$9$ serve or to$9$ upbraid, whether he 01:012;0407@b | could not tell: but scorned to$9$ beg her favour. 01:012;0408[D ]| ~~ It is indeed, ma'am, 01:012;0408[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said, pouring milk into their cups. 01:012;0409[W ]| ~~ Taste it, sir, 01:012;0409[' ]| she said. 01:012;0410[' ]| He drank at her bidding. 01:012;0411[D ]| ~~ If we could live on$4$ good food like$4$ that$6#2$, 01:012;0411[' ]| he said to$4$ her somewhat loudly, 01:012;0412[D ]| we would not have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Living in$4$ 01:012;0413[D ]| a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with dust, horsedung 01:012;0414[D ]| and consumptives' spits. 01:012;0415[W ]| ~~ Are you a medical student, sir? 01:012;0415[' ]| the old woman asked. 01:012;0416[D ]| ~~ I am, ma'am, 01:012;0416[' ]| Buck*Mulligan answered. 01:012;0417[W ]| ~~ Look at that$6#2$ now, 01:012;0417[' ]| she said. 01:012;0418[' ]| Stephen listened in$4$ scornful silence. 01:012;0418@b | She bows her old head to$4$ a voice 01:012;0419@b | that$6#1$ speaks to$4$ her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she slights. 01:012;0420@b | To$4$ the voice that$6#1$ will$1$ shrive and oil for$4$ the grave all there is of her but her 01:012;0421@b | woman's unclean loins, of man's flesh made not in$4$ God's likeness, the 01:012;0422@b | serpent's prey. And to$4$ the loud voice that$6#1$ now bids her be silent with 01:012;0423@b | wondering unsteady eyes. 01:012;0424[B ]| ~~ Do you understand what he says? 01:012;0424[' ]| Stephen asked her. 01:012;0425[W ]| ~~ Is it French you are talking, sir? 01:012;0425[' ]| the old woman said to$4$ Haines. 01:012;0426[' ]| Haines spoke to$4$ her again a longer speech, confidently. 01:012;0427[D ]| ~~ Irish, 01:012;0427[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:012;0427[D ]| Is there Gaelic on$4$ you? 01:012;0428[W ]| ~~ I thought it was Irish, 01:012;0428[' ]| she said, 01:012;0428[W ]| by$4$ the sound of it. Are you from the west, 01:012;0429[W ]| sir? 01:012;0430[ZL ]| ~~ I am an Englishman, 01:012;0430[' ]| Haines answered. 01:012;0431[D ]| ~~ He is English, 01:012;0431[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said, 01:012;0431[D ]| and he thinks we ought to$9$ speak Irish 01:012;0432[D ]| in$4$ Ireland. 01:013;0433[W ]| ~~ Sure we ought to$9$, 01:013;0433[' ]| the old woman said, 01:013;0433[W ]| and I am ashamed I do not speak the 01:013;0434[W ]| language myself. I am told it is a grand language by$4$ them that$6#1$ knows. 01:013;0435[D ]| ~~ Grand is no$2$ name for$4$ it, 01:013;0435[' ]| said Buck*Mulligan. 01:013;0435[D ]| Wonderful entirely. Fill us 01:013;0436[D ]| out some more tea, Kinch. Would you like$1$ a cup, ma'am? 01:013;0437[W ]| ~~ No$7$, thank you, sir, 01:013;0437[' ]| the old woman said, slipping the ring of the milkcan 01:013;0438[' ]| on$4$ her forearm and about to$9$ go. 01:013;0439[' ]| Haines said to$4$ her: 01:013;0440[ZL ]| ~~ Have you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, had not we? 01:013;0441[' ]| Stephen filled again the three cups. 01:013;0442[W ]| ~~ Bill, sir? 01:013;0442[' ]| she said, halting. 01:013;0442[W ]| Well, it is seven mornings a pint at twopence is 01:013;0443[W ]| seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three mornings a quart 01:013;0444[W ]| at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That$6#2$ is a shilling and one and two is 01:013;0445[W ]| two and two, sir. 01:013;0446[' ]| Buck*Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust 01:013;0447[' ]| thickly buttered on$4$ both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to$9$ search 01:013;0448[' ]| his trouser pockets. 01:013;0449[ZL ]| ~~ Pay up$5$ and look pleasant, 01:013;0449[' ]| Haines said to$4$ him, smiling. 01:013;0450[' ]| Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick 01:013;0451[' ]| rich milk-0. Buck*Mulligan brought up$5$ a florin, twisted it round in$4$ his fingers 01:013;0452[' ]| and cried: 01:013;0453[D ]| ~~ A miracle! 01:013;0454[' ]| He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying: 01:013;0455[Z ]| ~~ \Ask nothing more of me, sweet.\ 01:013;0456[Z ]| \All I can give you I give.\ 01:013;0457[' ]| Stephen laid the coin in$4$ her uneager hand. 01:013;0458[B ]| ~~ We will$1$ owe twopence, 01:013;0458[' ]| he said. 01:013;0459[W ]| ~~ Time enough, sir, 01:013;0459[' ]| she said, taking the coin. 01:013;0459[W ]| Time enough. Good morning, 01:013;0460[W ]| sir. 01:013;0461[' ]| She curtseyed and went out, followed by$4$ Buck*Mulligan's tender 01:013;0462[' ]| chant: 01:013;0463[Z ]| ~~ \Heart of my heart, were it more,\ 01:013;0464[Z ]| \More would be laid at your feet.\ 01:013;0465[' ]| He turned to$4$ Stephen and said: 01:013;0466[D ]| ~~ Seriously, Dedalus. I am stony. Hurry out to$4$ your school kip and bring us 01:013;0467[D ]| back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland expects 01:013;0468[D ]| that$3$ every man this day will$1$ do his duty. 01:013;0469[ZL ]| ~~ That$6#2$ reminds me, 01:013;0469[' ]| Haines said, rising, 01:013;0469[ZL ]| that$3$ I have to$9$ visit your national*library 01:013;0470[ZL ]| today. 01:013;0471[D ]| ~~ Our swim first, 01:013;0471[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:013;0472[' ]| He turned to$4$ Stephen and asked blandly: 01:013;0473[D ]| ~~ Is this the day for$4$ your monthly wash, Kinch? 01:013;0474[' ]| Then he said to$4$ Haines: 01:013;0475[D ]| ~~ The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month. 01:013;0476[B ]| ~~ All Ireland is washed by$4$ the gulfstream, 01:013;0476[' ]| Stephen said as he let honey 01:013;0477[' ]| trickle over a slice of the loaf. 01:014;0478[' ]| Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about 01:014;0479[' ]| the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke: 01:014;0480[ZL ]| ~~ I intend to$9$ make a collection of your sayings if you will$1$ let me. 01:014;0481@b | Speaking to$4$ me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit. 01:014;0482@b | Conscience. Yet here is a spot. 01:014;0483[ZL ]| ~~ That$6#2$ one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol of 01:014;0484[ZL ]| Irish art is deuced good. 01:014;0485[' ]| Buck*Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with 01:014;0486[' ]| warmth of tone: 01:014;0487[D ]| ~~ Wait till you hear him on$4$ Hamlet, Haines. 01:014;0488[ZL ]| ~~ Well, I mean it, 01:014;0488[' ]| Haines said, still speaking to$4$ Stephen. 01:014;0488[ZL ]| I was just thinking 01:014;0489[ZL ]| of it when that$6#2$ poor old creature came in$5$. 01:014;0490[B ]| ~~ Would I make any money by$4$ it? 01:014;0490[' ]| Stephen asked. 01:014;0491[' ]| Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of 01:014;0492[' ]| the hammock, said: 01:014;0493[ZL ]| ~~ I do not know, I am sure. 01:014;0494[' ]| He strolled out to$4$ the doorway. Buck*Mulligan bent across to$4$ Stephen 01:014;0495[' ]| and said with coarse vigour: 01:014;0496[D ]| ~~ You put your hoof in$4$ it now. What did you say that$6#2$ for$4$? 01:014;0497[B ]| ~~ Well? 01:014;0497[' ]| Stephen said. 01:014;0497[B ]| The problem is to$9$ get money. From whom? From the 01:014;0498[B ]| milkwoman or from him. It is a toss up$5$, I think. 01:014;0499[D ]| ~~ I blow him out about you, 01:014;0499[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said, 01:014;0499[D ]| and then you come along 01:014;0500[D ]| with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes. 01:014;0501[B ]| ~~ I see little hope, 01:014;0501[' ]| Stephen said, 01:014;0501[B ]| from her or from him. 01:014;0502[' ]| Buck*Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on$4$ Stephen's arm. 01:014;0503[D ]| ~~ From me, Kinch, 01:014;0503[' ]| he said. 01:014;0504[' ]| In$4$ a suddenly changed tone he added: 01:014;0505[D ]| ~~ To$9$ tell you the God's truth I think you are right. Damn all else they are 01:014;0506[D ]| good for$4$. Why do not you play them as I do? To$4$ hell with them all. Let us get 01:014;0507[D ]| out of the kip. 01:014;0508[' ]| He stood up$5$, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, 01:014;0509[' ]| saying resignedly: 01:014;0510[D ]| ~~ Mulligan is stripped of his garments. 01:014;0511[' ]| He emptied his pockets on$5$ to$4$ the table. 01:014;0512[D ]| ~~ There is your snotrag, 01:014;0512[' ]| he said. 01:014;0513[' ]| And putting on$4$ his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to$4$ them, 01:014;0514[' ]| chiding them, and to$4$ his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and 01:014;0515[' ]| rummaged in$4$ his trunk while he called for$4$ a clean handkerchief. 01:014;0515[D ]| God, we will$1$ 01:014;0516[D ]| simply have to$9$ dress the character. I want puce gloves and green boots. 01:014;0517[D ]| Contradiction. Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. 01:014;0518[D ]| Mercurial Malachi. 01:014;0518[' ]| A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands. 01:014;0519[D ]| ~~ And there is your Latin quarter hat, 01:014;0519[' ]| he said. 01:014;0520[' ]| Stephen picked it up$5$ and put it on$5$. Haines called to$4$ them from the 01:014;0521[' ]| doorway: 01:014;0522[ZL ]| ~~ Are you coming, you fellows? 01:015;0523[D ]| ~~ I am ready, 01:015;0523[' ]| Buck*Mulligan answered, going towards the door. 01:015;0523[D ]| Come out, 01:015;0524[D ]| Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose. 01:015;0525[' ]| Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh 01:015;0526[' ]| with sorrow: 01:015;0527[D ]| ~~ And going forth he met Butterly. 01:015;0528[' ]| Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out 01:015;0529[' ]| and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to$5$ the slow iron door and locked 01:015;0530[' ]| it. He put the huge key in$4$ his inner pocket. 01:015;0531[' ]| At the foot of the ladder Buck*Mulligan asked: 01:015;0532[D ]| ~~ Did you bring the key? 01:015;0533[B ]| ~~ I have it, 01:015;0533[' ]| Stephen said, preceding them. 01:015;0534[' ]| He walked on$5$. Behind him he heard Buck*Mulligan club with his 01:015;0535[' ]| heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses. 01:015;0536[D ]| ~~ Down, sir! How dare you, sir! 01:015;0537[' ]| Haines asked: 01:015;0538[ZL ]| ~~ Do you pay rent for$4$ this tower? 01:015;0539[D ]| ~~ Twelve quid, 01:015;0539[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:015;0540[B ]| ~~ To$4$ the secretary of state for$4$ war, 01:015;0540[' ]| Stephen added over his shoulder. 01:015;0541[' ]| They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last: 01:015;0542[ZL ]| ~~ Rather bleak in$4$ wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it? 01:015;0543[D ]| ~~ Billy Pitt had them built, 01:015;0543[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said, 01:015;0543[D ]| when the French were on$4$ 01:015;0544[D ]| the sea. But ours is the \7omphalos\. 01:015;0545[ZL ]| ~~ What is your idea of Hamlet? 01:015;0545[' ]| Haines asked Stephen. 01:015;0546[D ]| ~~ No$7$, no$7$, 01:015;0546[' ]| Buck*Mulligan shouted in$4$ pain. 01:015;0546[D ]| I am not equal to$4$ Thomas*Aquinas 01:015;0547[D ]| and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to$9$ prop it up$5$. Wait till I 01:015;0548[D ]| have a few pints in$4$ me first. 01:015;0549[' ]| He turned to$4$ Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of 01:015;0550[' ]| his primrose waistcoat: 01:015;0551[D ]| ~~ You could not manage it under three pints, Kinch, could you? 01:015;0552[B ]| ~~ It has waited so$5#1$ long, 01:015;0553[' ]| Stephen said listlessly, 01:015;0553[B ]| it can wait longer. 01:015;0553[ZL ]| ~~ You pique my curiosity, 01:015;0553[' ]| Haines said amiably. 01:015;0553[ZL ]| Is it some paradox? 01:015;0554[D ]| ~~ Pooh! 01:015;0554[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:015;0554[D ]| We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes. 01:015;0555[D ]| It is quite simple. He proves by$4$ algebra that$3$ Hamlet's grandson is 01:015;0556[D ]| Shakespeare's grandfather and that$3$ he himself is the ghost of his own 01:015;0557[D ]| father. 01:015;0558[ZL ]| ~~ What? 01:015;0558[' ]| Haines said, beginning to$9$ point at Stephen. 01:015;0558[ZL ]| He himself? 01:015;0559[' ]| Buck*Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending 01:015;0560[' ]| in$4$ loose laughter, said to$4$ Stephen's ear: 01:015;0561[D ]| ~~ O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in$4$ search of a father! 01:015;0562[B ]| ~~ We are always tired in$4$ the morning, 01:015;0562[' ]| Stephen said to$4$ Haines. 01:015;0562[B ]| And it is 01:015;0563[B ]| rather long to$9$ tell. 01:015;0564[' ]| Buck*Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands. 01:015;0565[D ]| ~~ The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, 01:015;0565[' ]| he said. 01:015;0566[ZL ]| ~~ I mean to$9$ say, 01:015;0566[' ]| Haines explained to$4$ Stephen as they followed, 01:015;0566[ZL ]| this tower 01:015;0567[ZL ]| and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. 01:015;0567[Z ]| \That$6#2$ beetles o'er his\ 01:015;0568[Z ]| \base into the sea\, 01:015;0568[ZL ]| is not it? 01:016;0569[' ]| Buck*Mulligan turned suddenly for$4$ an instant towards Stephen but 01:016;0570[' ]| did not speak. In$4$ the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in$4$ 01:016;0571[' ]| cheap dusty mourning between their gay attires. 01:016;0572[ZL ]| ~~ It is a wonderful tale, 01:016;0572[' ]| Haines said, bringing them to$9$ halt again. 01:016;0573[XX ]| Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent. 01:016;0574[' ]| The seas' ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for$4$ the 01:016;0575[' ]| smokeplume of the mailboat vague on$4$ the bright skyline and a sail tacking 01:016;0576[' ]| by$4$ the Muglins. 01:016;0577[ZL ]| ~~ I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, 01:016;0577[' ]| he said bemused. 01:016;0577[ZL ]| The 01:016;0578[ZL ]| Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to$9$ be atoned with the Father. 01:016;0579[' ]| Buck*Mulligan at once put on$4$ a blithe broadly smiling face. He 01:016;0580[' ]| looked at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which$6#1$ he 01:016;0581[' ]| had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He 01:016;0582[' ]| moved a doll's head to$8$ and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and 01:016;0583[' ]| began to$9$ chant in$4$ a quiet happy foolish voice: 01:016;0584[Z ]| ~~ \I am the queerest young fellow that$6#1$ ever you heard.\ 01:016;0585[Z ]| \My mother is a jew, my father is a bird.\ 01:016;0586[Z ]| \With Joseph the joiner I can not agree.\ 01:016;0587[Z ]| \So$3$ here is to$4$ disciples and Calvary.\ 01:016;0588[' ]| He held up$5$ a forefinger of warning. 01:016;0589[Z ]| ~~ \If anyone thinks that$3$ I am not divine\ 01:016;0590[Z ]| \He will$1$ get no$2$ free drinks when I am making the wine\ 01:016;0591[Z ]| \But have to$9$ drink water and wish it were plain\ 01:016;0592[Z ]| \That$3$ I make when the wine becomes water again.\ 01:016;0593[' ]| He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in$4$ farewell and, running 01:016;0594[' ]| forward to$4$ a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like$4$ fins or 01:016;0595[' ]| wings of one about to$9$ rise in$4$ the air, and chanted: 01:016;0596[Z ]| ~~ \Goodbye, now, goodbye!\ \Write down all I said\ 01:016;0597[Z ]| \And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.\ 01:016;0598[Z ]| \What is bred in$4$ the bone can not fail me to$9$ fly\ 01:016;0599[Z ]| \And Olivet's breezy\ ~~ \Goodbye, now, goodbye!\ 01:016;0600[' ]| He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering 01:016;0601[' ]| his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in$4$ the fresh 01:016;0602[' ]| wind that$6#1$ bore back to$4$ them his brief birdsweet cries. 01:016;0603[' ]| Haines, who$6#1$ had been laughing guardedly, walked on$5$ beside Stephen 01:016;0604[' ]| and said: 01:016;0605[ZL ]| ~~ We ought not to$9$ laugh, I suppose. He is rather blasphemous. I am not a 01:016;0606[ZL ]| believer myself, that$6#2$ is to$9$ say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it 01:016;0607[ZL ]| somehow, does not it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner? 01:016;0608[B ]| ~~ The ballad of joking Jesus, 01:016;0608[' ]| Stephen answered. 01:016;0609[ZL ]| ~~ O, 01:016;0609[' ]| Haines said, 01:016;0609[ZL ]| you have heard it before? 01:016;0610[B ]| ~~ Three times a day, after meals, 01:016;0610[' ]| Stephen said drily. 01:016;0611[ZL ]| ~~ You are not a believer, are you? 01:016;0611[' ]| Haines asked. 01:016;0611[ZL ]| I mean, a believer in$4$ the 01:016;0612[ZL ]| narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a 01:016;0613[ZL ]| personal God. 01:016;0614[B ]| ~~ There is only one sense of the word, it seems to$4$ me, 01:016;0614[' ]| Stephen said. 01:017;0615[' ]| Haines stopped to$9$ take out a smooth silver case in$4$ which$6#1$ twinkled a 01:017;0616[' ]| green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it. 01:017;0617[B ]| ~~ Thank you, 01:017;0617[' ]| Stephen said, taking a cigarette. 01:017;0618[' ]| Haines helped himself and snapped the case to$5$. He put it back in$4$ his 01:017;0619[' ]| sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it 01:017;0620[' ]| open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards 01:017;0621[' ]| Stephen in$4$ the shell of his hands. 01:017;0622[ZL ]| ~~ Yes, of course, 01:017;0622[' ]| he said, as they went on$5$ again. 01:017;0622[ZL ]| Either you believe or you 01:017;0623[ZL ]| do not, is not it? Personally I could not stomach that$6#2$ idea of a personal God. 01:017;0624[ZL ]| You do not stand for$4$ that$6#2$, I suppose? 01:017;0625[B ]| ~~ You behold in$4$ me, 01:017;0625[' ]| Stephen said with grim displeasure, 01:017;0625[B ]| a horrible example 01:017;0626[B ]| of free thought. 01:017;0627[' ]| He walked on$5$, waiting to$9$ be spoken to$5$, trailing his ashplant by$4$ his 01:017;0628[' ]| side. Its ferrule followed lightly on$4$ the path, squealing at his heels. 01:017;0628@b | My 01:017;0629@b | familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen! A wavering line along the 01:017;0630@b | path. They will$1$ walk on$4$ it tonight, in$4$ the dark. He wants that$6#2$ 01:017;0631@b | key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him the key 01:017;0632@b | too. All. He will$1$ ask for$4$ it. That$6#2$ was in$4$ his eyes. 01:017;0633[ZL ]| ~~ After all, 01:017;0633[' ]| Haines began ~ 01:017;0634[' ]| Stephen turned and saw that$3$ the cold gaze which$6#1$ had measured him 01:017;0635[' ]| was not all unkind. 01:017;0636[ZL ]| ~~ After all, I should think you are able to$9$ free yourself. You are your own 01:017;0637[ZL ]| master, it seems to$4$ me. 01:017;0638[B ]| ~~ I am a servant of two masters, 01:017;0638[' ]| Stephen said, 01:017;0638[B ]| an English and an Italian. 01:017;0639[ZL ]| ~~ Italian? 01:017;0639[' ]| Haines said. 01:017;0640@b | A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me. 01:017;0641[B ]| ~~ And a third, 01:017;0641[' ]| Stephen said, 01:017;0641[B ]| there is who$6#1$ wants me for$4$ odd jobs. 01:017;0642[ZL ]| ~~ Italian? 01:017;0642[' ]| Haines said again. 01:017;0642[ZL ]| What do you mean? 01:017;0643[B ]| ~~ The imperial British state, 01:017;0643[' ]| Stephen answered, his colour rising, 01:017;0643[B ]| and the 01:017;0644[B ]| holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. 01:017;0645[' ]| Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he 01:017;0646[' ]| spoke. 01:017;0647[ZL ]| ~~ I can quite understand that$6#2$, 01:017;0647[' ]| he said calmly. 01:017;0647[ZL ]| An Irishman must think like$4$ 01:017;0648[ZL ]| that$6#2$, I daresay. We feel in$4$ England that$3$ we have treated you rather unfairly. 01:017;0649[ZL ]| It seems history is to$9$ blame. 01:017;0650[' ]| The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph 01:017;0651[' ]| of their brazen bells: 01:017;0651[Z ]| \7et 7unam 7sanctam 7catholicam 7et 7apostolicam 7ecclesiam\: 01:017;0652[' ]| the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like$4$ his own rare thoughts, a 01:017;0653[' ]| chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in$4$ the mass for$4$ pope Marcellus, 01:017;0654[' ]| the voices blended, singing alone loud in$4$ affirmation: and behind their 01:017;0655[' ]| chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and menaced her 01:017;0656[' ]| heresiarchs. 01:017;0656@b | A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry: Photius and the 01:017;0657@b | brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and Arius, warring his life 01:017;0658@b | long upon$4$ the consubstantiality of the Son with the Father, and Valentine, 01:017;0659@b | spurning Christ's terrene body, and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius 01:018;0660@b | who$6#1$ held that$3$ the Father was Himself His own Son. Words Mulligan had 01:018;0661@b | spoken a moment since in$4$ mockery to$4$ the stranger. Idle mockery. The void 01:018;0662@b | awaits surely all them that$6#1$ weave the wind: a menace, a disarming and a 01:018;0663@b | worsting from those embattled angels of the church, Michael's host, who$6#1$ 01:018;0664@b | defend her ever in$4$ the hour of conflict with their lances and their shields. 01:018;0665[X ]| Hear, hear! Prolonged applause. \9Zut! 9Nom 9de 9Dieu!\ 01:018;0666[ZL ]| ~~ Of course I am a Britisher, 01:018;0666[' ]| Haines's voice said, 01:018;0666[ZL ]| and I feel as one. I do not 01:018;0667[ZL ]| want to$9$ see my country fall into the hands of German jews either. That$6#2$ is 01:018;0668[ZL ]| our national problem, I am afraid, just now. 01:018;0669[' ]| Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, 01:018;0670[' ]| boatman. 01:018;0671[V ]| ~~ She is making for$4$ Bullock harbour. 01:018;0672[' ]| The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain. 01:018;0673[V ]| ~~ There is five fathoms out there, 01:018;0673[' ]| he said. 01:018;0673[V ]| It will$1$ be swept up$4$ that$6#2$ way when 01:018;0674[V ]| the tide comes in$5$ about one. It is nine days today. 01:018;0675@b | The man that$6#1$ was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay 01:018;0676@b | waiting for$4$ a swollen bundle to$9$ bob up$5$, roll over to$4$ the sun a puffy face, 01:018;0677@b | saltwhite. Here I am. 01:018;0678[' ]| They followed the winding path down to$4$ the creek. Buck*Mulligan 01:018;0679[' ]| stood on$4$ a stone, in$4$ shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder. 01:018;0680[' ]| A young man clinging to$4$ a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise 01:018;0681[' ]| his green legs in$4$ the deep jelly of the water. 01:018;0682[V ]| ~~ Is the brother with you, Malachi? 01:018;0683[D ]| ~~ Down in$4$ Westmeath. With the Bannons. 01:018;0684[V ]| ~~ Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young thing 01:018;0685[V ]| down there. Photo girl he calls her. 01:018;0686[D ]| ~~ Snapshot, eh? Brief exposure. 01:018;0687[' ]| Buck*Mulligan sat down to$9$ unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up$5$ 01:018;0688[' ]| near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up$5$ by$4$ the stones, 01:018;0689[' ]| water glistening on$4$ his pate and on$4$ its garland of grey hair, water rilling 01:018;0690[' ]| over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging 01:018;0691[' ]| loincloth. 01:018;0692[' ]| Buck*Mulligan made way for$4$ him to$9$ scramble past and, glancing at 01:018;0693[' ]| Haines and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow 01:018;0694[' ]| and lips and breastbone. 01:018;0695[V ]| ~~ Seymour is back in$4$ town, 01:018;0695[' ]| the young man said, grasping again his spur of 01:018;0696[' ]| rock. 01:018;0696[V ]| Chucked medicine and going in$5$ for$4$ the army. 01:018;0697[D ]| ~~ Ah, go to$4$ God! 01:018;0697[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:018;0698[V ]| ~~ Going over next week to$9$ stew. You know that$6#2$ red Carlisle girl, Lily? 01:018;0699[D ]| ~~ Yes. 01:018;0700[W ]| ~~ Spooning with him last night on$4$ the pier. The father is rotto with money. 01:018;0701[D ]| ~~ Is she up$4$ the pole? 01:018;0702[V ]| ~~ Better ask Seymour that$6#2$. 01:018;0703[D ]| ~~ Seymour a bleeding officer! 01:018;0703[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said. 01:019;0704[' ]| He nodded to$4$ himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up$5$, saying 01:019;0705[' ]| tritely: 01:019;0706[D ]| ~~ Redheaded women buck like$4$ goats. 01:019;0707[' ]| He broke off in$4$ alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt. 01:019;0708[D ]| ~~ My twelfth rib is gone, 01:019;0708[' ]| he cried. 01:019;0708[D ]| I am the \6Ubermensch\. Toothless Kinch 01:019;0709[D ]| and I, the supermen. 01:019;0710[' ]| He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to$4$ where his 01:019;0711[' ]| clothes lay. 01:019;0712[V ]| ~~ Are you going in$4$ here, Malachi? 01:019;0713[D ]| ~~ Yes. Make room in$4$ the bed. 01:019;0714[' ]| The young man shoved himself backward through the water and 01:019;0715[' ]| reached the middle of the creek in$4$ two long clean strokes. Haines sat down 01:019;0716[' ]| on$4$ a stone, smoking. 01:019;0717[D ]| ~~ Are you not coming in$5$? 01:019;0717[' ]| Buck*Mulligan asked. 01:019;0718[ZL ]| ~~ Later on$5$, 01:019;0718[' ]| Haines said. 01:019;0718[ZL ]| Not on$4$ my breakfast. 01:019;0719[' ]| Stephen turned away. 01:019;0720[B ]| ~~ I am going, Mulligan, 01:019;0720[' ]| he said. 01:019;0721[D ]| ~~ Give us that$6#2$ key, Kinch, 01:019;0721[' ]| Buck*Mulligan said, 01:019;0721[D ]| to$9$ keep my chemise flat. 01:019;0722[' ]| Stephen handed him the key. Buck*Mulligan laid it across his heaped 01:019;0723[' ]| clothes. 01:019;0724[D ]| ~~ And twopence, 01:019;0724[' ]| he said, 01:019;0724[D ]| for$4$ a pint. Throw it there. 01:019;0725[' ]| Stephen threw two pennies on$4$ the soft heap. 01:019;0725@b | Dressing, undressing. 01:019;0726[' ]| Buck*Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly: 01:019;0727[D ]| ~~ He who$6#1$ stealeth from the poor lendeth to$4$ the Lord. Thus spake 01:019;0728[D ]| Zarathustra. 01:019;0729[' ]| His plump body plunged. 01:019;0730[ZL ]| ~~ We will$1$ see you again, 01:019;0730[' ]| Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up$4$ the path 01:019;0731[' ]| and smiling at wild Irish. 01:019;0732@b | Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon. 01:019;0733[D ]| ~~ The Ship, 01:019;0733[' ]| Buck*Mulligan cried. 01:019;0733[D ]| Half twelve. 01:019;0734[B ]| ~~ Good, 01:019;0734[' ]| Stephen said. 01:019;0735[' ]| He walked along the upwardcurving path. 01:019;0736[Z ]| \7Liliata 7rutilantium.\ 01:019;0737[Z ]| \7Turma 7circumdet.\ 01:019;0738[Z ]| \7Iubilantium 7te 7virginum.\ 01:019;0739['XX]| The priest's grey nimbus in$4$ a niche where he dressed discreetly. 01:019;0739@b | I will$1$ 01:019;0740@b | not sleep here tonight. Home also I can not go. 01:019;0741[' ]| A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to$4$ him from the sea. 01:019;0742[' ]| Turning the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a 01:019;0743[' ]| seal's, far out on$4$ the water, round. 01:019;0744@b | Usurper.