02:020;0000@@@@@| 02:020;0001[B ]| ~~ You, Cochrane, what city sent for$4$ him? 02:020;0002[V ]| ~~ Tarentum, sir. 02:020;0003[B ]| ~~ Very good. Well? 02:020;0004[V ]| ~~ There was a battle, sir. 02:020;0005[B ]| ~~ Very good. Where? 02:020;0006[' ]| The boy's blank face asked the blank window. 02:020;0007@b | Fabled by$4$ the daughters of memory. And yet it was in$4$ some way if not 02:020;0008@b | as memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of 02:020;0009@b | excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, 02:020;0010@b | and time one livid final flame. What is left us then? 02:020;0011[V ]| ~~ I forget the place, sir. 279 B%_C. 02:020;0012[B ]| ~~ Asculum, 02:020;0012[' ]| Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in$4$ the gorescarred 02:020;0013[' ]| book. 02:020;0014[V ]| ~~ Yes, sir. And he said: 02:020;0014[Z ]| \Another victory like$4$ that$6#2$ and we are done for$5$\. 02:020;0015@b | That$6#2$ phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. 02:020;0016@b | From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to$4$ his officers, 02:020;0017@b | leaned upon$4$ his spear. Any general to$4$ any officers. They lend ear. 02:020;0018[B ]| ~~ You, Armstrong, 02:020;0018[' ]| Stephen said. 02:020;0018[B ]| What was the end of Pyrrhus? 02:020;0019[V ]| ~~ End of Pyrrhus, sir? 02:020;0020[V ]| ~~ I know, sir. Ask me, sir, 02:020;0020[' ]| Comyn said. 02:020;0021[B ]| ~~ Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus? 02:020;0022[' ]| A bag of figrolls lay snugly in$4$ Armstrong's satchel. He curled them 02:020;0023[' ]| between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to$4$ 02:020;0024[' ]| the tissue of his lips. 02:020;0024@b | A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud that$3$ 02:020;0025@b | their eldest son was in$4$ the navy. Vico*road, Dalkey. 02:020;0026[V ]| ~~ Pyrrhus, sir? Pyrrhus, a pier. 02:020;0027[' ]| All laughed. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Armstrong looked 02:020;0028[' ]| round at his classmates, silly glee in$4$ profile. 02:020;0028@b | In$4$ a moment they will$1$ laugh 02:020;0029@b | more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay. 02:020;0030[B ]| ~~ Tell me now, 02:020;0030[' ]| Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book, 02:020;0030[B ]| what 02:020;0031[B ]| is a pier. 02:020;0032[V ]| ~~ A pier, sir, 02:020;0032[' ]| Armstrong said. 02:020;0032[V ]| A thing out in$4$ the water. A kind of a bridge. 02:020;0033[V ]| Kingstown*pier, sir. 02:020;0034[' ]| Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in$4$ the back 02:020;0035[' ]| bench whispered. 02:020;0035@b | Yes. They knew: had never learned nor ever been 02:021;0036@b | innocent. All. 02:021;0036[' ]| With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. 02:021;0037@b | Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets 02:021;0038@b | tittering in$4$ the struggle. 02:021;0039[B ]| ~~ Kingstown pier, 02:021;0039[' ]| Stephen said. 02:021;0039[B ]| Yes, a disappointed bridge. 02:021;0040[' ]| The words troubled their gaze. 02:021;0041[V ]| ~~ How, sir? 02:021;0041[' ]| Comyn asked. 02:021;0041[V ]| A bridge is across a river. 02:021;0042@b | For$4$ Haines's chapbook. No-one here to$9$ hear. Tonight deftly amid 02:021;0043@b | wild drink and talk, to$9$ pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A 02:021;0044@b | jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a 02:021;0045@b | clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that$6#2$ part? Not wholly for$4$ 02:021;0046@b | the smooth caress. For$4$ them too history was a tale like$4$ any other too often 02:021;0047@b | heard, their land a pawnshop. 02:021;0048@b | Had Pyrrhus not fallen by$4$ a beldam's hand in$4$ Argos or Julius*Caesar 02:021;0049@b | not been knifed to$4$ death. They are not to$9$ be thought away. Time has 02:021;0050@b | branded them and fettered they are lodged in$4$ the room of the infinite 02:021;0051@b | possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that$3$ 02:021;0052@b | they never were? Or was that$6#2$ only possible which$6#1$ came to$9$ pass? Weave, 02:021;0053@b | weaver of the wind. 02:021;0054[X ]| ~~ Tell us a story, sir. 02:021;0055[X ]| ~~ O, do, sir. A ghoststory. 02:021;0056[B ]| ~~ Where do you begin in$4$ this? 02:021;0056[' ]| Stephen asked, opening another book. 02:021;0057[Z ]| ~~ \Weep no$2$ more\, 02:021;0057[' ]| Comyn said. 02:021;0058[B ]| ~~ Go on$5$ then, Talbot. 02:021;0059[V ]| ~~ And the story, sir? 02:021;0060[B ]| ~~ After, 02:021;0060[' ]| Stephen said. 02:021;0060[B ]| Go on$5$, Talbot. 02:021;0061[' ]| A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the 02:021;0062[' ]| breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the 02:021;0063[' ]| text: 02:021;0064[Z ]| ~~ \Weep no$2$ more, woful shepherds, weep no$2$ more\ 02:021;0065[Z ]| \For$4$ Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,\ 02:021;0066[Z ]| \Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor\ ~ 02:021;0067@b | It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible. 02:021;0068[' ]| Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated out 02:021;0069[' ]| into the studious silence of the library of Saint*Genevieve where he had 02:021;0070[' ]| read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by$4$ night. By$4$ his elbow a delicate 02:021;0071[' ]| Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. 02:021;0071@b | Fed and feeding brains about me: 02:021;0072@b | under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in$4$ my mind's 02:021;0073@b | darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her 02:021;0074@b | dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. 02:021;0075@b | The soul is in$4$ a manner all that$6#1$ is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquility 02:021;0076@b | sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms. 02:021;0077[' ]| Talbot repeated: 02:021;0078[Z ]| ~~ \Through the dear might of Him that$6#1$ walked the waves,\ 02:021;0079[Z ]| \Through the dear might\ ~ 02:022;0080[B ]| ~~ Turn over, 02:022;0080[' ]| Stephen said quietly. 02:022;0080[B ]| I do not see anything. 02:022;0081[V ]| ~~ What, sir? 02:022;0081[' ]| Talbot asked simply, bending forward. 02:022;0082[' ]| His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on$5$ again, 02:022;0083[' ]| having just remembered. 02:022;0083[Z ]| Of him that$6#1$ walked the waves. 02:022;0083@b | Here also over 02:022;0084@b | these craven hearts his shadow lies and on$4$ the scoffer's heart and lips and 02:022;0085@b | on$4$ mine. It lies upon$4$ their eager faces who$6#1$ offered him a coin of the tribute. 02:022;0086@b | To$4$ Caesar what is Caesar's, to$4$ God what is God's. A long look from dark 02:022;0087@b | eyes, a riddling sentence to$9$ be woven and woven on$4$ the church's looms. Ay. 02:022;0088[Z ]| \Riddle me, riddle me, randy ro.\ 02:022;0089[Z ]| \My father gave me seeds to$9$ sow.\ 02:022;0090[' ]| Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel. 02:022;0091[B ]| ~~ Have I heard all? 02:022;0091[' ]| Stephen asked. 02:022;0092[X ]| ~~ Yes, sir. Hockey at ten, sir. 02:022;0093[X ]| ~~ Half day, sir. Thursday. 02:022;0094[B ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ can answer a riddle? 02:022;0094[' ]| Stephen asked. 02:022;0095[' ]| They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling. 02:022;0096[' ]| Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all gabbling 02:022;0097[' ]| gaily: 02:022;0098[X ]| ~~ A riddle, sir? Ask me, sir. 02:022;0099[X ]| ~~ O, ask me, sir. 02:022;0100[X ]| ~~ A hard one, sir. 02:022;0101[B ]| ~~ This is the riddle, 02:022;0101[' ]| Stephen said: 02:022;0102[Z ]| \The cock crew,\ 02:022;0103[Z ]| \The sky was blue:\ 02:022;0104[Z ]| \The bells in$4$ heaven\ 02:022;0105[Z ]| \Were striking eleven.\ 02:022;0106[Z ]| \It is\ \time for$4$ this poor soul\ 02:022;0107[Z ]| \To$9$ go to$4$ heaven.\ 02:022;0108[B ]| What is that$6#2$? 02:022;0109[X ]| ~~ What, sir? 02:022;0110[X ]| ~~ Again, sir. We did not hear. 02:022;0111[' ]| Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence 02:022;0112[' ]| Cochrane said: 02:022;0113[V ]| ~~ What is it, sir? We give it up$5$. 02:022;0114[' ]| Stephen, his throat itching, answered: 02:022;0115[B ]| ~~ The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush. 02:022;0116[' ]| He stood up$5$ and gave a shout of nervous laughter to$4$ which$6#1$ their cries 02:022;0117[' ]| echoed dismay. 02:022;0118[' ]| A stick struck the door and a voice in$4$ the corridor called: 02:022;0119[X ]| ~~ Hockey! 02:022;0120[' ]| They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them. 02:022;0121[' ]| Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks 02:022;0122[' ]| and clamour of their boots and tongues. 02:023;0123[' ]| Sargent who$6#1$ alone had lingered came forward slowly, showing an 02:023;0124[' ]| open copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of 02:023;0125[' ]| unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up$5$ pleading. 02:023;0126[' ]| On$4$ his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped, recent 02:023;0127[' ]| and damp as a snail's bed. 02:023;0128[' ]| He held out his copybook. The word \Sums\ was written on$4$ the 02:023;0129[' ]| headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature 02:023;0130[' ]| with blind loops and a blot. Cyril*Sargent: his name and seal. 02:023;0131[V ]| ~~ Mr*Deasy told me to$9$ write them out all again, 02:023;0131[' ]| he said, 02:023;0131[V ]| and show them to$4$ 02:023;0132[V ]| you, sir. 02:023;0133[' ]| Stephen touched the edges of the book. 02:023;0133@b | Futility. 02:023;0134[B ]| ~~ Do you understand how to$9$ do them now? 02:023;0134[' ]| he asked. 02:023;0135[V ]| ~~ Numbers eleven to$4$ fifteen, 02:023;0135[' ]| Sargent answered. 02:023;0135[V ]| Mr*Deasy said I was to$9$ 02:023;0136[V ]| copy them off the board, sir. 02:023;0137[B ]| ~~ Can you do them yourself? 02:023;0137[' ]| Stephen asked. 02:023;0138[V ]| ~~ No$7$, sir. 02:023;0139@b | Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's 02:023;0140@b | bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in$4$ her arms and in$4$ her heart. 02:023;0141@b | But for$4$ her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a 02:023;0142@b | squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from 02:023;0143@b | her own. Was that$6#2$ then real? The only true thing in$4$ life? His mother's 02:023;0144@b | prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in$4$ holy zeal bestrode. She was no$2$ 02:023;0145@b | more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in$4$ the fire, an odour of 02:023;0146@b | rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled 02:023;0147@b | underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul gone to$4$ heaven: 02:023;0148@b | and on$4$ a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in$4$ his fur, 02:023;0149@b | with merciless bright eyes scraped in$4$ the earth, listened, scraped up$5$ the 02:023;0150@b | earth, listened, scraped and scraped. 02:023;0151[' ]| Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. 02:023;0151[Z ]| He proves by$4$ 02:023;0152[Z ]| algebra that$3$ Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. 02:023;0152[' ]| Sargent peered 02:023;0153[' ]| askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in$4$ the 02:023;0154[' ]| lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field. 02:023;0155[' ]| Across the page the symbols moved in$4$ grave morrice, in$4$ the mummery 02:023;0156[' ]| of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. 02:023;0156@b | Give hands, 02:023;0157@b | traverse, bow to$4$ partner: so$3$: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from 02:023;0158@b | the world, Averroes and Moses*Maimonides, dark men in$4$ mien and 02:023;0159@b | movement, flashing in$4$ their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world, 02:023;0160@b | a darkness shining in$4$ brightness which$6#1$ brightness could not comprehend. 02:023;0161[B ]| ~~ Do you understand now? Can you work the second for$4$ yourself? 02:023;0162[V ]| ~~ Yes, sir. 02:023;0163[' ]| In$4$ long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for$4$ a 02:023;0164[' ]| word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue of 02:023;0165[' ]| shame flickering behind his dull skin. 02:023;0165@b | \Amor matris\: subjective and objective 02:023;0166@b | genitive. With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him and hid 02:023;0167@b | from sight of others his swaddlingbands. 02:024;0168@b | Like$4$ him was I, these sloping shoulders, this gracelessness. My 02:024;0169@b | childhood bends beside me. Too far for$4$ me to$9$ lay a hand there once or 02:024;0170@b | lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony sit in$4$ the 02:024;0171@b | dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants, 02:024;0172@b | willing to$9$ be dethroned. 02:024;0173[' ]| The sum was done. 02:024;0174[B ]| ~~ It is very simple, 02:024;0174[' ]| Stephen said as he stood up$5$. 02:024;0175[V ]| ~~ Yes, sir. Thanks, 02:024;0175[' ]| Sargent answered. 02:024;0176[' ]| He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his 02:024;0177[' ]| copybook back to$4$ his bench. 02:024;0178[B ]| ~~ You had better get your stick and go out to$4$ the others, 02:024;0178[' ]| Stephen said as he 02:024;0179[' ]| followed towards the door the boy's graceless form. 02:024;0180[V ]| ~~ Yes, sir. 02:024;0181[' ]| In$4$ the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield. 02:024;0182[E ]| ~~ Sargent! 02:024;0183[B ]| ~~ Run on$5$, 02:024;0183[' ]| Stephen said. 02:024;0183[B ]| Mr*Deasy is calling you. 02:024;0184[' ]| He stood in$4$ the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the 02:024;0185[' ]| scrappy field where sharp voices were in$4$ strife. They were sorted in$4$ teams 02:024;0186[' ]| and Mr*Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. 02:024;0187[' ]| When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to$4$ 02:024;0188[' ]| him. He turned his angry white moustache. 02:024;0189[E ]| ~~ What is it now? 02:024;0189[' ]| he cried continually without listening. 02:024;0190[B ]| ~~ Cochrane and Halliday are on$4$ the same side, sir, 02:024;0190[' ]| Stephen said. 02:024;0191[E ]| ~~ Will$1$ you wait in$4$ my study for$4$ a moment, 02:024;0191[' ]| Mr*Deasy said, 02:024;0191[E ]| till I restore 02:024;0192[E ]| order here. 02:024;0193[' ]| And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice 02:024;0194[' ]| cried sternly: 02:024;0195[E ]| ~~ What is the matter? What is it now? 02:024;0196[' ]| Their sharp voices cried about him on$4$ all sides: their many forms 02:024;0197[' ]| closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed 02:024;0198[' ]| head. 02:024;0199[' ]| Stale smoky air hung in$4$ the study with the smell of drab abraded 02:024;0200[' ]| leather of its chairs. 02:024;0200@b | As on$4$ the first day he bargained with me here. 02:024;0200@b | As it was 02:024;0201@b | in$4$ the beginning, is now. 02:024;0201@b | On$4$ the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, 02:024;0201@b | base 02:024;0202@b | treasure of a bog: 02:024;0202@b | and ever shall be. 02:024;0202@b | And snug in$4$ their spooncase of purple 02:024;0203@b | plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to$4$ all the gentiles: 02:024;0203@b | world 02:024;0204@b | without end. 02:024;0205@b | A hasty step over the stone porch and in$4$ the corridor. 02:024;0205[' ]| Blowing out his 02:024;0206[' ]| rare moustache Mr*Deasy halted at the table. 02:024;0207[E ]| ~~ First, our little financial settlement, 02:024;0207[' ]| he said. 02:024;0208[' ]| He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by$4$ a leather thong. It 02:024;0209[' ]| slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and laid 02:024;0210[' ]| them carefully on$4$ the table. 02:024;0211[E ]| ~~ Two, 02:024;0211[' ]| he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away. 02:025;0212@b | And now his strongroom for$4$ the gold. 02:025;0212[' ]| Stephen's embarrassed hand 02:025;0213[' ]| moved over the shells heaped in$4$ the cold stone mortar: 02:025;0213@b | whelks and money 02:025;0214@b | cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and this, 02:025;0215@b | the scallop of saint*James. An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure, hollow 02:025;0216@b | shells. 02:025;0217[' ]| A sovereign fell, bright and new, on$4$ the soft pile of the tablecloth. 02:025;0218[E ]| ~~ Three, 02:025;0218[' ]| Mr*Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in$4$ his hand. 02:025;0219[E ]| These are handy things to$9$ have. See. This is for$4$ sovereigns. This is for$4$ 02:025;0220[E ]| shillings. Sixpences, halfcrowns. And here crowns. See. 02:025;0221[' ]| He shot from it two crowns and two shillings. 02:025;0222[E ]| ~~ Three twelve, 02:025;0222[' ]| he said. 02:025;0222[E ]| I think you will$1$ find that$6#2$ is right. 02:025;0223[B ]| ~~ Thank you, sir, 02:025;0223[' ]| Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy 02:025;0224[' ]| haste and putting it all in$4$ a pocket of his trousers. 02:025;0225[E ]| ~~ No$2$ thanks at all, 02:025;0225[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:025;0225[E ]| You have earned it. 02:025;0226[' ]| Stephen's hand, free again, went back to$4$ the hollow shells. 02:025;0226@b | Symbols 02:025;0227@b | too of beauty and of power. A lump in$4$ my pocket: symbols soiled by$4$ greed 02:025;0228@b | and misery. 02:025;0229[E ]| ~~ Do not carry it like$4$ that$6#2$, 02:025;0229[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:025;0229[E ]| You will$1$ pull it out somewhere and 02:025;0230[E ]| lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You will$1$ find them very handy. 02:025;0231@b | Answer something. 02:025;0232[B ]| ~~ Mine would be often empty, 02:025;0232[' ]| Stephen said. 02:025;0233@b | The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three 02:025;0234@b | times now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in$4$ this 02:025;0235@b | instant if I will$1$. 02:025;0236[E ]| ~~ Because you do not save, 02:025;0236[' ]| Mr*Deasy said, pointing his finger. 02:025;0236[E ]| You do not 02:025;0237[E ]| know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I 02:025;0238[E ]| have. I know, I know. \If youth but knew.\ But what does Shakespeare say? 02:025;0239[Z ]| \Put but money in$4$ thy purse.\ 02:025;0240[B ]| ~~ Iago, 02:025;0240[' ]| Stephen murmured. 02:025;0241[' ]| He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to$4$ the old man's stare. 02:025;0242[E ]| ~~ He knew what money was, 02:025;0242[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:025;0242[E ]| He made money. A poet, yes, 02:025;0243[E ]| but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English? Do 02:025;0244[E ]| you know what is the proudest word you will$1$ ever hear from an 02:025;0245[E ]| Englishman's mouth? 02:025;0246@b | The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on$4$ the empty bay: 02:025;0246[XX ]| it seems 02:025;0247[XX ]| history is to$9$ blame: 02:025;0247@b | on$4$ me and on$4$ my words, unhating. 02:025;0248[B ]| ~~ That$3$ on$4$ his empire, 02:025;0248[' ]| Stephen said, 02:025;0248[B ]| the sun never sets. 02:025;0249[E ]| ~~ Ba! 02:025;0249[' ]| Mr*Deasy cried. 02:025;0249[E ]| That is not English. A French Celt said that$6#2$. 02:025;0250[' ]| He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail. 02:025;0251[E ]| ~~ I will$1$ tell you, 02:025;0251[' ]| he said solemnly, 02:025;0251[E ]| what is his proudest boast. \I paid my way.\ 02:025;0252@b | Good man, good man. 02:025;0253[E ]| ~~ \I paid my way. I never borrowed a shilling in$4$ my life.\ Can you feel that$6#2$? \I\ 02:025;0254[E ]| \owe nothing.\ Can you? 02:025;0255@b | Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ties. 02:025;0256@b | Curran, ten guineas. McCann, one guinea. Fred*Ryan, two shillings. 02:026;0257@b | Temple, two lunches. Russell, one guinea, Cousins, ten shillings, Bob*Reynolds, 02:026;0258@b | half a guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs*MacKernan, five 02:026;0259@b | weeks' board. The lump I have is useless. 02:026;0260[B ]| ~~ For$4$ the moment, no$7$, 02:026;0260[' ]| Stephen answered. 02:026;0261[' ]| Mr*Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox. 02:026;0262[E ]| ~~ I knew you could not, 02:026;0262[' ]| he said joyously. 02:026;0262[E ]| But one day you must feel it. We 02:026;0263[E ]| are a generous people but we must also be just. 02:026;0264[B ]| ~~ I fear those big words, 02:026;0264[' ]| Stephen said, 02:026;0264[B ]| which$6#1$ make us so$5#1$ unhappy. 02:026;0265[' ]| Mr*Deasy stared sternly for$4$ some moments over the mantelpiece at 02:026;0266[' ]| the shapely bulk of a man in$4$ tartan filibegs: Albert*Edward, prince*of*Wales. 02:026;0267[' ]| 02:026;0268[E ]| ~~ You think me an old fogey and an old tory, 02:026;0268[' ]| his thoughtful voice said. 02:026;0268[E ]| I 02:026;0269[E ]| saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine in$4$ '46. 02:026;0270[E ]| Do you know that$3$ the orange lodges agitated for$4$ repeal of the union twenty 02:026;0271[E ]| years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your communion 02:026;0272[E ]| denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. 02:026;0273@b | Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in$4$ 02:026;0274@b | Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and 02:026;0275@b | armed, the planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible. 02:026;0276@b | Croppies lie down. 02:026;0277[' ]| Stephen sketched a brief gesture. 02:026;0278[E ]| ~~ I have rebel blood in$4$ me too, 02:026;0278[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:026;0278[E ]| On$4$ the spindle side. But I 02:026;0279[E ]| am descended from sir*John*Blackwood who$6#1$ voted for$4$ the union. We are all 02:026;0280[E ]| Irish, all kings' sons. 02:026;0281[B ]| ~~ Alas, 02:026;0281[' ]| Stephen said. 02:026;0282[Z ]| ~~ \Per vias rectas\, 02:026;0282[' ]| Mr*Deasy said firmly, 02:026;0282[E ]| was his motto. He voted for$4$ it and 02:026;0283[E ]| put on$4$ his topboots to$9$ ride to$4$ Dublin from the Ards of Down to$9$ do so$5#2$. 02:026;0284[Z ]| \Lal the ral the ra\ 02:026;0285[Z ]| \The rocky road to$4$ Dublin.\ 02:026;0286@b | A gruff squire on$4$ horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir*John 02:026;0287@b | Soft day, your honour! ~ Day! ~ Day! ~ Two topboots jog dangling on$5$ 02:026;0288@b | to$4$ Dublin. 02:026;0288[Z ]| Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy. 02:026;0289[E ]| ~~ That$6#2$ reminds me, 02:026;0289[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:026;0289[E ]| You can do me a favour, Mr*Dedalus, 02:026;0290[E ]| with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for$4$ the press. Sit 02:026;0291[E ]| down a moment. I have just to$9$ copy the end. 02:026;0292[' ]| He went to$4$ the desk near the window, pulled in$4$ his chair twice and 02:026;0293[' ]| read off some words from the sheet on$4$ the drum of his typewriter. 02:026;0294[E ]| ~~ Sit down. Excuse me, 02:026;0294[' ]| he said over his shoulder, 02:026;0294[E ]| <\the dictates of common\> 02:026;0295[E ]| <\sense\.> 02:026;0295[E ]| Just a moment. 02:026;0296[' ]| He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by$4$ his 02:026;0297[' ]| elbow and, muttering, began to$9$ prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard 02:026;0298[' ]| slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up$5$ the drum to$9$ erase an error. 02:026;0299[' ]| Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence. 02:026;0300[' ]| Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in$4$ homage, their 02:027;0301[' ]| meek heads poised in$4$ air: lord*Hastings' \Repulse\, the duke*of*Westminster's 02:027;0302[' ]| \Shotover\, the duke*of*Beaufort's \Ceylon\, \9prix*de*Paris\, 02:027;0303[' ]| 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds, backing 02:027;0304[' ]| king's colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds. 02:027;0305[E ]| ~~ Full stop, 02:027;0305[' ]| Mr*Deasy bade his keys. 02:027;0305[E ]| <\But prompt ventilation of this\> 02:027;0306[E ]| <\allimportant question\ ~> 02:027;0307@b | Where Cranly led me to$9$ get rich quick, hunting his winners among 02:027;0308@b | the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on$4$ their pitches and 02:027;0309@b | reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. \Fair Rebel! Fair Rebel!\ Even 02:027;0310@b | money the favourite: ten to$4$ one the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers we 02:027;0311@b | hurried by$5$ after the hoofs, the vying caps and jackets and past the 02:027;0312@b | meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange. 02:027;0313[' ]| Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle. 02:027;0314@b | Again: a goal. I am among them, among their battling bodies in$4$ a 02:027;0315@b | medley, the joust of life. You mean that$6#2$ knockkneed mother's darling who$6#1$ 02:027;0316@b | seems to$9$ be slightly crawsick? Jousts. Time shocked rebounds, shock by$4$ 02:027;0317@b | shock. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the slain, 02:027;0318@b | a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts. 02:027;0319[E ]| ~~ Now then, 02:027;0319[' ]| Mr*Deasy said, rising. 02:027;0320[' ]| He came to$4$ the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up$5$. 02:027;0321[E ]| ~~ I have put the matter into a nutshell, 02:027;0321[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:027;0321[E ]| It is about the foot 02:027;0322[E ]| and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no$2$ two opinions on$4$ 02:027;0323[E ]| the matter. 02:027;0324[Z ]| 02:027;0325[Z ]| 02:027;0326[Z ]| 02:027;0327[Z ]| 02:027;0328[Z ]| 02:027;0329[Z ]| 02:027;0330[Z ]| 02:027;0331[E ]| ~~ I do not mince words, do I? 02:027;0331[' ]| Mr*Deasy asked as Stephen read on$5$. 02:027;0332[Z ]| 02:027;0333[Z ]| 02:027;0334[Z ]| 02:027;0335[Z ]| 02:027;0336[Z ]| 02:027;0337[Z ]| 02:027;0338[E ]| ~~ I want that$6#2$ to$9$ be printed and read, 02:027;0338[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:027;0338[E ]| You will$1$ see at the next 02:027;0339[E ]| outbreak they will$1$ put an embargo on$4$ Irish cattle. And it can be cured. It is 02:027;0340[E ]| cured. My cousin, Blackwood*Price, writes to$4$ me it is regularly treated and 02:027;0341[E ]| cured in$4$ Austria by$4$ cattledoctors there. They offer to$9$ come over here. I am 02:027;0342[E ]| trying to$9$ work up$5$ influence with the department. Now I am going to$9$ try 02:027;0343[E ]| publicity. I am surrounded by$4$ difficulties, by$4$ ~ intrigues by$4$ ~ backstairs 02:027;0344[E ]| influence by$4$ ~ 02:028;0345[' ]| He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke. 02:028;0346[E ]| ~~ Mark my words, Mr*Dedalus, 02:028;0346[' ]| he said. 02:028;0346[E ]| England is in$4$ the hands of the 02:028;0347[E ]| jews. In$4$ all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the signs 02:028;0348[E ]| of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up$5$ the nation's vital 02:028;0349[E ]| strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here 02:028;0350[E ]| the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is 02:028;0351[E ]| dying. 02:028;0352[' ]| He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to$4$ blue life as they passed a 02:028;0353[' ]| broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again. 02:028;0354[E ]| ~~ Dying, 02:028;0354[' ]| he said again, 02:028;0354[E ]| if not dead by$4$ now. 02:028;0355[Z ]| \The harlot's cry from street to$4$ street\ 02:028;0356[Z ]| \Shall weave old England's windingsheet.\ 02:028;0357[' ]| His eyes open wide in$4$ vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in$4$ 02:028;0358[' ]| which$6#1$ he halted. 02:028;0359[B ]| ~~ A merchant, 02:028;0359[' ]| Stephen said, 02:028;0359[B ]| is one who$6#1$ buys cheap and sells dear, jew or 02:028;0360[B ]| gentile, is he not? 02:028;0361[E ]| ~~ They sinned against the light, 02:028;0361[' ]| Mr*Deasy said gravely. 02:028;0361[E ]| And you can see the 02:028;0362[E ]| darkness in$4$ their eyes. And that$6#2$ is why they are wanderers on$4$ the earth to$4$ 02:028;0363[E ]| this day. 02:028;0364@b | On$4$ the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting 02:028;0365@b | prices on$4$ their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud, 02:028;0366@b | uncouth, about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk 02:028;0367@b | hats. Not theirs: these clothes, this speech, these gestures. Their full slow 02:028;0368@b | eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew the 02:028;0369@b | rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience to$9$ 02:028;0370@b | heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by$4$ the 02:028;0371@b | roadside: plundered and passing on$5$. Their eyes knew their years of 02:028;0372@b | wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh. 02:028;0373[B ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ has not? 02:028;0373[' ]| Stephen said. 02:028;0374[E ]| ~~ What do you mean? 02:028;0374[' ]| Mr*Deasy asked. 02:028;0375[' ]| He came forward a pace and stood by$4$ the table. His underjaw fell 02:028;0376[' ]| sideways open uncertainly. 02:028;0376@b | Is this old wisdom? He waits to$9$ hear from me. 02:028;0377[B ]| ~~ History, 02:028;0377[' ]| Stephen said, 02:028;0377[B ]| is a nightmare from which$6#1$ I am trying to$9$ awake. 02:028;0378[' ]| From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal. 02:028;0379@b | What if that$6#2$ nightmare gave you a back kick? 02:028;0380[E ]| ~~ The ways of the Creator are not our ways, 02:028;0380[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:028;0380[E ]| All human 02:028;0381[E ]| history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God. 02:028;0382[' ]| Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying: 02:028;0383[B ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is God. 02:028;0384[Y ]| Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee! 02:028;0385[E ]| ~~ What? 02:028;0385[' ]| Mr*Deasy asked. 02:028;0386[B ]| ~~ A shout in$4$ the street, 02:028;0386[' ]| Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. 02:028;0387[' ]| Mr*Deasy looked down and held for$4$ awhile the wings of his nose 02:028;0388[' ]| tweaked between his fingers. Looking up$5$ again he set them free. 02:029;0389[E ]| ~~ I am happier than you are, 02:029;0389[' ]| he said. 02:029;0389[E ]| We have committed many errors and 02:029;0390[E ]| many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For$4$ a woman who$6#1$ was no$2$ 02:029;0391[E ]| better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years 02:029;0392[E ]| the Greeks made war on$4$ Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to$4$ 02:029;0393[E ]| our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince*of*Breffni. 02:029;0394[E ]| A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors, many failures but 02:029;0395[E ]| not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my days. But I will$1$ fight 02:029;0396[E ]| for$4$ the right till the end. 02:029;0397[Z ]| \For$4$ Ulster will$1$ fight\ 02:029;0398[Z ]| \And Ulster will$1$ be right.\ 02:029;0399[' ]| Stephen raised the sheets in$4$ his hand. 02:029;0400[B ]| ~~ Well, sir, 02:029;0400[' ]| he began ~ 02:029;0401[E ]| ~~ I foresee, 02:029;0401[' ]| Mr*Deasy said, 02:029;0401[E ]| that$3$ you will$1$ not remain here very long at this 02:029;0402[E ]| work. You were not born to$9$ be a teacher, I think. Perhaps I am wrong. 02:029;0403[B ]| ~~ A learner rather, 02:029;0403[' ]| Stephen said. 02:029;0404@b | And here what will$1$ you learn more? 02:029;0405[' ]| Mr*Deasy shook his head. 02:029;0406[E ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ knows? 02:029;0406[' ]| he said. 02:029;0406[E ]| To$9$ learn one must be humble. But life is the great 02:029;0407[E ]| teacher. 02:029;0408[' ]| Stephen rustled the sheets again. 02:029;0409[B ]| ~~ As regards these, 02:029;0409[' ]| he began ~ 02:029;0410[E ]| ~~ Yes, 02:029;0410[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:029;0410[E ]| You have two copies there. If you can have them 02:029;0411[E ]| published at once. 02:029;0412@b | Telegraph. Irish*Homestead. 02:029;0413[B ]| ~~ I will$1$ try, 02:029;0413[' ]| Stephen said, 02:029;0414[B ]| and let you know tomorrow. I know two editors 02:029;0414[B ]| slightly. 02:029;0415[E ]| ~~ That$6#2$ will$1$ do, 02:029;0415[' ]| Mr*Deasy said briskly. 02:029;0415[E ]| I wrote last night to$4$ Mr*Field, M%_P. 02:029;0416[E ]| There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the City*Arms*hotel. 02:029;0417[E ]| I asked him to$9$ lay my letter before the meeting. You see if you can get 02:029;0418[E ]| it into your two papers. What are they? 02:029;0419[B ]| ~~ The \Evening*Telegraph\ ~~ 02:029;0420[E ]| ~~ That$6#2$ will$1$ do, 02:029;0420[' ]| Mr*Deasy said. 02:029;0420[E ]| There is no$2$ time to$9$ lose. Now I have to$9$ 02:029;0421[E ]| answer that$6#2$ letter from my cousin. 02:029;0422[B ]| ~~ Good morning, sir, 02:029;0422[' ]| Stephen said, putting the sheets in$4$ his pocket. 02:029;0422[B ]| Thank 02:029;0423[B ]| you. 02:029;0424[E ]| ~~ Not at all, 02:029;0424[' ]| Mr*Deasy said as he searched the papers on$4$ his desk. 02:029;0424[E ]| I like$1$ to$9$ 02:029;0425[E ]| break a lance with you, old as I am. 02:029;0426[B ]| ~~ Good morning, sir, 02:029;0426[' ]| Stephen said again, bowing to$4$ his bent back. 02:029;0427[' ]| He went out by$4$ the open porch and down the gravel path under the 02:029;0428[' ]| trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield. The 02:029;0429[' ]| lions couchant on$4$ the pillars as he passed out through the gate: toothless 02:029;0430[' ]| terrors. 02:029;0430@b | Still I will$1$ help him in$4$ his fight. Mulligan will$1$ dub me a new name: 02:029;0431@b | the bullockbefriending bard. 02:030;0432[E ]| ~~ Mr*Dedalus! 02:030;0433@b | Running after me. No$2$ more letters, I hope. 02:030;0434[E ]| ~~ Just one moment. 02:030;0435[B ]| ~~ Yes, sir, 02:030;0435[' ]| Stephen said, turning back at the gate. 02:030;0436[' ]| Mr*Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. 02:030;0437[E ]| ~~ I just wanted to$9$ say, 02:030;0437[' ]| he said. 02:030;0437[E ]| Ireland, they say, has the honour of being 02:030;0438[E ]| the only country which$6#1$ never persecuted the jews. Do you know that$6#2$? No$7$. 02:030;0439[E ]| And do you know why? 02:030;0440[' ]| He frowned sternly on$4$ the bright air. 02:030;0441[B ]| ~~ Why, sir? 02:030;0441[' ]| Stephen asked, beginning to$9$ smile. 02:030;0442[E ]| ~~ Because she never let them in$5$, 02:030;0442[' ]| Mr*Deasy said solemnly. 02:030;0443[' ]| A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a 02:030;0444[' ]| rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his 02:030;0445[' ]| lifted arms waving to$4$ the air. 02:030;0446[E ]| ~~ She never let them in$5$, 02:030;0446[' ]| he cried again through his laughter as he stamped 02:030;0447[' ]| on$4$ gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. 02:030;0447[E ]| That is why. 02:030;0448[' ]| On$4$ his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun 02:030;0449[' ]| flung spangles, dancing coins.