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05:058;0001['  ]| By$4$ lorries along sir*John*Rogerson's*quay Mr*Bloom walked soberly,
05:058;0002['  ]| past Windmill*lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the postal telegraph office.
05:058;0003@c   | Could have given that$6#2$ address too. 
05:058;0003['  ]| And past the sailors' home. He turned
05:058;0004['  ]| from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime*street.
05:058;0005['  ]| By$4$ Brady's cottages a boy for$4$ the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked,
05:058;0006['  ]| smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on$4$ her
05:058;0007['  ]| forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. 
05:058;0007@c   | Tell him if he
05:058;0008@c   | smokes he will$1$ not grow. O let him! His life is not such a bed of roses. Waiting
05:058;0009@c   | outside pubs to$9$ bring da home. Come home to$4$ ma, da. Slack hour: will$1$ not be
05:058;0010@c   | many there. 
05:058;0010['  ]| He crossed Townsend*street, passed the frowning face of
05:058;0011['  ]| Bethel. 
05:058;0011@c   | El, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. 
05:058;0011['  ]| And past Nichols' the undertaker. 
05:058;0011@c   | At
05:058;0012@c   | eleven it is. Time enough. Daresay Corny*Kelleher bagged the job for$4$
05:058;0013@c   | O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny. Met her once in$4$ the park. In$4$
05:058;0014@c   | the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name and address she then told with
05:058;0015@c   | my tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in$4$ a
05:058;0016@c   | whatyoumaycall. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom.
05:058;0017['  ]| In$4$ Westland*row he halted before the window of the Belfast*and*Oriental*Tea*Company
05:058;0018['  ]| and read the legends of leadpapered packets: 
05:058;0018[Z  ]| choice
05:058;0019[Z  ]| blend, finest quality, family tea. 
05:058;0019@c   | Rather warm. Tea. Must get some from
05:058;0020@c   | Tom*Kernan. Could not ask him at a funeral, though. 
05:058;0020['  ]| While his eyes still
05:058;0021['  ]| read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
05:058;0022['  ]| right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. 
05:058;0022@c   | Very warm morning.
05:058;0023['  ]| Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
05:058;0024['  ]| headband inside his high grade ha. 
05:058;0024@c   | Just there. 
05:058;0024['  ]| His right hand came down
05:058;0025['  ]| into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
05:058;0026['  ]| headband and transferred it to$4$ his waistcoat pocket.
05:058;0027@c   | So$5#1$ warm. 
05:058;0027['  ]| His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow
05:058;0028['  ]| and hair. Then he put on$5$ his hat again, relieved: and read again: 
05:058;0028[Z  ]| choice
05:058;0029[Z  ]| blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. 
05:058;0029@c   | The far east. Lovely spot it must
05:058;0030@c   | be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to$9$ float about on$4$, cactuses,
05:058;0031@c   | flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like$4$ that$6#2$. Those
05:058;0032@c   | Cinghalese lobbing about in$4$ the sun in$4$ \dolce far niente\, not doing a hand's
05:058;0033@c   | turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to$9$ quarrel. Influence of
05:058;0034@c   | the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air feeds most. Azotes.
05:058;0035@c   | Hothouse in$4$ Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants. Waterlilies. Petals too tired
05:059;0036@c   | to$9$. Sleeping sickness in$4$ the air. Walk on$4$ roseleaves. Imagine trying to$9$ eat
05:059;0037@c   | tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap I saw in$4$ that$6#2$ picture somewhere?
05:059;0038@c   | Ah yes, in$4$ the dead sea floating on$4$ his back, reading a book with a parasol
05:059;0039@c   | open. Could not sink if you tried: so$5#1$ thick with salt. Because the weight of
05:059;0040@c   | the water, no$7$, the weight of the body in$4$ the water is equal to$4$ the weight of
05:059;0041@c   | the what? Or is it the volume is equal to$4$ the weight? It is a law something
05:059;0042@c   | like$4$ that$6#2$. Vance in$4$ High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The
05:059;0043@c   | college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you
05:059;0044@c   | say the weight? Thirtytwo feet per second per second. Law of falling
05:059;0045@c   | bodies: per second per second. They all fall to$4$ the ground. The earth. It is
05:059;0046@c   | the force of gravity of the earth is the weight.
05:059;0047['  ]| He turned away and sauntered across the road. 
05:059;0047@c   | How did she walk
05:059;0048@c   | with her sausages? Like$4$ that$6#2$ something. 
05:059;0048['  ]| As he walked he took the folded
05:059;0049['  ]| \Freeman\ from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in$4$ a baton
05:059;0050['  ]| and tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. 
05:059;0050@c   | Careless air:
05:059;0051@c   | just drop in$5$ to$9$ see. Per second per second. Per second for$4$ every second it
05:059;0052@c   | means. 
05:059;0052['  ]| From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of the
05:059;0053['  ]| postoffice. 
05:059;0053@c   | Too late box. Post here. No-one. In$5$.
05:059;0054['  ]| He handed the card through the brass grill.
05:059;0055[C  ]| ~~ Are there any letters for$4$ me? 
05:059;0055['  ]| he asked.
05:059;0056['  ]| While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the
05:059;0057['  ]| recruiting poster with soldiers of all arms on$4$ parade: and held the tip of his
05:059;0058['  ]| baton against his nostrils, smelling freshprinted rag paper. 
05:059;0058@c   | No$2$ answer
05:059;0059@c   | probably. Went too far last time.
05:059;0060['  ]| The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
05:059;0061['  ]| letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.
05:059;0062[Z  ]| Henry*Flower Esq,
05:059;0063[Z  ]| #'c/#,o P%_O% Westland*Row,
05:059;0064[Z  ]| City.
05:059;0065@c   | Answered anyhow. 
05:059;0065['  ]| He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
05:059;0066['  ]| reviewing again the soldiers on$4$ parade. 
05:059;0066@c   | Where is old Tweedy's regiment?
05:059;0067@c   | Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No$7$, he is a
05:059;0068@c   | grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal*Dublin*fusiliers. Redcoats. Too
05:059;0069@c   | showy. That$6#2$ must be why the women go after them. Uniform. Easier to$9$
05:059;0070@c   | enlist and drill. Maud*Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell*street
05:059;0071@c   | at night: disgrace to$4$ our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on$4$ the same tack
05:059;0072@c   | now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire.
05:059;0073@c   | Half baked they look: hypnotised like$5$. Eyes front. Mark time. Table: able.
05:059;0074@c   | Bed: ed. The King's own. Never see him dressed up$5$ as a fireman or a
05:059;0075@c   | bobby. A mason, yes.
05:059;0076['  ]| He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to$4$ the right. 
05:059;0076@c   | Talk: as if
05:059;0077@c   | that$6#2$ would mend matters. 
05:059;0077['  ]| His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
05:059;0078['  ]| felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in$4$ jerks. 
05:059;0078@c   | Women
05:059;0079@c   | will$1$ pay a lot of heed, I do not think. 
05:059;0079['  ]| His fingers drew forth the letter the
05:060;0080['  ]| letter and crumpled the envelope in$4$ his pocket. 
05:060;0080@c   | Something pinned on$5$: photo
05:060;0081@c   | perhaps. Hair? No$7$.
05:060;0082@c   | M^'Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate
05:060;0083@c   | company when you.
05:060;0084[J  ]| ~~ Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to$4$?
05:060;0085[C  ]| ~~ Hello, M^'Coy. Nowhere in$4$ particular.
05:060;0086[J  ]| ~~ How is the body?
05:060;0087[C  ]| ~~ Fine. How are you?
05:060;0088[J  ]| ~~ Just keeping alive, 
05:060;0088['  ]| M^'Coy said.
05:060;0089['  ]| His eyes on$4$ the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
05:060;0090[J  ]| ~~ Is there any ~  no$2$ trouble I hope? I see you are ~
05:060;0091[C  ]| ~~ O, no$7$, 
05:060;0091['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
05:060;0091[C  ]| Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
05:060;0092[J  ]| ~~ To$9$ be sure, poor fellow. So$3$ it is. What time?
05:060;0093@c   | A photo it is not. A badge maybe.
05:060;0094[C  ]| ~~ Eeleven, 
05:060;0094['  ]| Mr*Bloom answered.
05:060;0095[J  ]| ~~ I must try to$9$ get out there, 
05:060;0095['  ]| M^'Coy said. 
05:060;0095[J  ]| Eleven, is it? I only heard it last
05:060;0096[J  ]| night. Who$6#2$ was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?
05:060;0097[C  ]| ~~ I know.
05:060;0098['  ]| Mr*Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up$5$ before the
05:060;0099['  ]| door of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up$5$ on$4$ the well. She
05:060;0100['  ]| stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like$4$ her, searched his
05:060;0101['  ]| pockets for$4$ change. 
05:060;0101@c   | Stylish kind of coat with that$6#2$ roll collar, warm for$4$ a
05:060;0102@c   | day like$4$ this, looks like$4$ blanketcloth. Careless stand of her with her hands
05:060;0103@c   | in$4$ those patch pockets. Like$4$ that$6#2$ haughty creature at the polo match.
05:060;0104@c   | Women all for$4$ caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and handsome
05:060;0105@c   | does. Reserved about to$9$ yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an
05:060;0106@c   | honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her.
05:060;0107[J  ]| ~~ I was with Bob*Doran, he is on$4$ one of his periodical bends, and what do
05:060;0108[J  ]| you call him Bantam*Lyons. Just down there in$4$ Conway's we were.
05:060;0109[J  ]| Doran Lyons in$4$ Conway's. 
05:060;0109['  ]| She raised a gloved hand to$4$ her hair.
05:060;0109[J  ]| In$5$
05:060;0110[J  ]| came Hoppy. Having a wet.
05:060;0110['  ]| Drawing back his head and gazing far from
05:060;0111['  ]| beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in$4$ the glare, the
05:060;0112['  ]| braided drums.
05:060;0112@c   | Clearly I can see today. Moisture about gives long sight
05:060;0113@c   | perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which$6#2$ side will$1$ she
05:060;0114@c   | get up$5$?
05:060;0115[J  ]| ~~ And he said:
05:060;0115[XX ]| \Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy!\ 
05:060;0115[J  ]| \What Paddy?\ I said.
05:060;0116[XX ]| \Poor little Paddy Dignam\, 
05:060;0116[J  ]| he said.
05:060;0117@c   | Off to$4$ the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with
05:060;0118@c   | laces dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that$6#2$ change for$4$?
05:060;0119@c   | Sees me looking. Eye out for$4$ other fellow always. Good fallback. Two
05:060;0120@c   | strings to$4$ her bow.
05:060;0121[J  ]| ~~ \Why?\ I said. \What is wrong with him?\ I said.
05:060;0122@c   | Proud: rich: silk stockings.
05:060;0123[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
05:060;0123['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
05:061;0124['  ]| He moved a little to$4$ the side of M^'Coy's talking head. 
05:061;0124@c   | Getting up$5$ in$4$ a
05:061;0125@c   | minute.
05:061;0126[XX ]| ~~ \What is wrong with him?\ 
05:061;0126[J  ]| he said. 
05:061;0126[X  ]| \He is dead\, 
05:061;0126[J  ]| he said. And, faith, he filled
05:061;0127[J  ]| up$5$. \Is it Paddy*Dignam?\ I said. I could not believe it when I heard it. I was
05:061;0128[J  ]| with him no$2$ later than Friday last or Thursday was it in$4$ the Arch. 
05:061;0128[XX ]| \Yes\, 
05:061;0128[J  ]| he
05:061;0129[J  ]| said. 
05:061;0129[XX ]| \He is gone. He died on$4$ Monday, poor fellow.\
05:061;0130@c   | Watch! Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch!
05:061;0131['  ]| A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between.
05:061;0132@c   | Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
05:061;0133@c   | the peri. Always happening like$4$ that$6#2$. The very moment. Girl in$4$ Eustace*street
05:061;0134@c   | hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering the
05:061;0135@c   | display of. \Esprit de corps.\ Well, what are you gaping at?
05:061;0136[C  ]| ~~ Yes, yes, 
05:061;0136['  ]| Mr*Bloom said after a dull sigh. 
05:061;0136[C  ]| Another gone.
05:061;0137[J  ]| ~~ One of the best, 
05:061;0137['  ]| M^'Coy said.
05:061;0138['  ]| The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop*Line*bridge, her
05:061;0139['  ]| rich gloved hand on$4$ the steel grip. 
05:061;0139@c   | Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in$4$
05:061;0140@c   | the sun: flicker, flick.
05:061;0141[J  ]| ~~ Wife well, I suppose? 
05:061;0141['  ]| M^'Coy's changed voice said.
05:061;0142[C  ]| ~~ O, yes, 
05:061;0142['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
05:061;0142[C  ]| Tiptop, thanks.
05:061;0143['  ]| He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
05:061;0144[Z  ]| \What is home without\
05:061;0145[Z  ]| \Plumtree's Potted Meat?\
05:061;0146[Z  ]| \Incomplete.\
05:061;0147[Z  ]| \With it an abode of bliss.\
05:061;0148[J  ]| ~~ My missus has just got an engagement. At least it is not settled yet.
05:061;0149@c   | Valise tack again. By$4$ the way no$2$ harm. I am off that$6#2$, thanks.
05:061;0150['  ]| Mr*Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
05:061;0151[C  ]| ~~ My wife too, 
05:061;0151['  ]| he said. 
05:061;0151[C  ]| She is going to$9$ sing at a swagger affair in$4$ the Ulster*Hall,
05:061;0152[C  ]| Belfast, on$4$ the twentyfifth.
05:061;0153[J  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ so$5#2$? 
05:061;0153['  ]| M^'Coy said. 
05:061;0153[J  ]| Glad to$9$ hear that$6#2$, old man. Who$6#2$ is getting it up$5$?
05:061;0154@c   | Mrs*Marion*Bloom. Not up$5$ yet. Queen was in$4$ her bedroom eating
05:061;0155@c   | bread and. No$2$ book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by$4$ sevens.
05:061;0156@c   | Dark lady and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.
05:061;0157[Z  ]| \Love's.\
05:061;0158[Z  ]| \Old.\
05:061;0159[Z  ]| \Sweet.\
05:061;0160[Z  ]| \Song.\
05:061;0161[Z  ]| \Comes lo-ove's\ \old\ ~
05:061;0162[C  ]| ~~ It is a kind of a tour, do not you see, 
05:061;0162['  ]| Mr*Bloom said thoughtfully. 
05:061;0162[Z  ]| \Sweeeet\
05:061;0163[Z  ]| \song.\ 
05:061;0163[C  ]| There is a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.
05:061;0164['  ]| M^'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
05:061;0165[J  ]| ~~ O, well, 
05:061;0165['  ]| he said. 
05:061;0165[J  ]| That$6#2$ is good news.
05:062;0166['  ]| He moved to$9$ go.
05:062;0167[J  ]| ~~ Well, glad to$9$ see you looking fit, 
05:062;0167['  ]| he said. 
05:062;0167[J  ]| Meet you knocking around.
05:062;0168[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
05:062;0168['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
05:062;0169[J  ]| ~~ Tell you what, 
05:062;0169['  ]| M^'Coy said. 
05:062;0169[J  ]| You might put down my name at the funeral,
05:062;0170[J  ]| will$1$ you? I would like$1$ to$9$ go but I might  not be able, you see. There is a drowning
05:062;0171[J  ]| case at Sandycove may turn up$5$ and then the coroner and myself would
05:062;0172[J  ]| have to$9$ go down if the body is found. You just shove in$5$ my name if I am not
05:062;0173[J  ]| there, will$1$ you?
05:062;0174[C  ]| ~~ I will$1$ do that$6#2$, 
05:062;0174['  ]| Mr*Bloom said, moving to$9$ get off. 
05:062;0174[C  ]| That$6#2$ will$1$ be all right.
05:062;0175[J  ]| ~~ Right, 
05:062;0175['  ]| M^'Coy said brightly. 
05:062;0175[J  ]| Thanks, old man. I would go if I possibly could.
05:062;0176[J  ]| Well. Tolloll. Just C%_P%*M^'Coy will$1$ do.
05:062;0177[C  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ will$1$ be done, 
05:062;0177['  ]| Mr*Bloom answered firmly.
05:062;0178@c   | Did not catch me napping that$6#2$ wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark.
05:062;0179@c   | I would like$1$ my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for$4$. Leather. Capped
05:062;0180@c   | corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob*Cowley lent him his
05:062;0181@c   | for$4$ the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from
05:062;0182@c   | that$6#2$ good day to$4$ this.
05:062;0183['  ]| Mr*Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick*street, smiled. 
05:062;0183@c   | My missus has
05:062;0184@c   | just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in$4$ its
05:062;0185@c   | way: for$4$ a little ballad. No$2$ guts in$4$ it. You and me, do not you know: in$4$ the
05:062;0186@c   | same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that$6#2$ would. Can not he hear the
05:062;0187@c   | difference? Think he is that$6#2$ way inclined a bit. Against my grain somehow.
05:062;0188@c   | Thought that$3$ Belfast would fetch him. I hope that$3$ smallpox up$4$ there
05:062;0189@c   | does not get worse. Suppose she would not let herself be vaccinated again.
05:062;0190@c   | Your wife and my wife.
05:062;0191@c   | Wonder is he pimping after me?
05:062;0192['  ]| Mr*Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the
05:062;0193['  ]| multicoloured hoardings. 
05:062;0193[Z  ]| Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic).
05:062;0194[Z  ]| Clery's Summer Sale. 
05:062;0194@c   | No$7$, he is going on$5$ straight. Hello. \Leah\ tonight. Mrs*Bandmann*Palmer.
05:062;0195@c   | Like$1$ to$9$ see her again in$4$ that$6#2$. Hamlet she played last
05:062;0196@c   | night. Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia
05:062;0197@c   | committed suicide. Poor papa! How he used to$9$ talk of Kate*Bateman in$4$
05:062;0198@c   | that$6#2$. Outside the Adelphi in$4$ London waited all the afternoon to$9$ get in$5$. Year
05:062;0199@c   | before I was born that$6#2$ was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in$4$ Vienna. What is this
05:062;0200@c   | the right name is? By$4$ Mosenthal it is. \Rachel\, is it? No$7$. The scene he was
05:062;0201@c   | always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and
05:062;0202@c   | puts his fingers on$4$ his face.
05:062;0203[XX ]| Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who$6#1$ left
05:062;0204[XX ]| his father to$9$ die of grief and misery in$4$ my arms, who$6#1$ left the house of his
05:062;0205[XX ]| father and left the God of his father.
05:062;0206[XX ]| Every word is so$5#1$ deep, Leopold.
05:062;0207@c   | Poor papa! Poor man! I am glad I did not go into the room to$9$ look at
05:062;0208@c   | his face. That$6#2$ day! O, dear! O, dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was best for$4$
05:062;0209@c   | him.
05:063;0210['  ]| Mr*Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
05:063;0211['  ]| hazard. 
05:063;0211@c   | No$2$ use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I had not met
05:063;0212@c   | that$6#2$ M^'Coy fellow.
05:063;0213['  ]| He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently
05:063;0214['  ]| champing teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by$5$, amid the
05:063;0215['  ]| sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. 
05:063;0215@c   | Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses! Damn all
05:063;0216@c   | they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in$4$ nosebags.
05:063;0217@c   | Too full for$4$ words. Still they get their feed all right and their doss. Gelded
05:063;0218@c   | too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.
05:063;0219@c   | Might be happy all the same that$6#2$ way. Good poor brutes they look. Still
05:063;0220@c   | their neigh can be very irritating.
05:063;0221['  ]| He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
05:063;0222['  ]| carried. 
05:063;0222@c   | Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.
05:063;0223['  ]| He passed the cabman's shelter. 
05:063;0223@c   | Curious the life of drifting cabbies.
05:063;0224@c   | All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no$2$ will$0$ of their own. \Voglio e non.\
05:063;0225@c   | Like$1$ to$9$ give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few flying syllables as
05:063;0226@c   | they pass. He hummed:
05:063;0227[Z  ]| \La ci darem la mano\
05:063;0228[Z  ]| \La la lala la la.\
05:063;0229['  ]| He turned into Cumberland*street and, going on$5$ some paces, halted
05:063;0230['  ]| in$4$ the lee of the station wall. 
05:063;0230@c   | No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks.
05:063;0231@c   | Ruins and tenements. 
05:063;0231['  ]| With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court
05:063;0232['  ]| with its forgotten pickeystone. 
05:063;0232@c   | Not a sinner. 
05:063;0232['  ]| Near the timberyard a
05:063;0233['  ]| squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb. A
05:063;0234['  ]| wise tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. 
05:063;0234@c   | Pity to$9$ disturb
05:063;0235@c   | them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to$9$ wake her. Open it.
05:063;0236@c   | And once I played marbles when I went to$4$ that$6#2$ old dame's school. She liked
05:063;0237@c   | mignonette. Mrs*Ellis's. And Mr? 
05:063;0237['  ]| He opened the letter within the
05:063;0238['  ]| newspaper.
05:063;0239@c   | A flower. I think it is a. 
05:063;0239@c   | A yellow flower with flattened petals. 
05:063;0239@c   | Not
05:063;0240@c   | annoyed then? What does she say?
05:063;0241[X  ]| Dear Henry
05:063;0242[X  ]| I got your last letter to$4$ me and thank you very much for$4$ it. I am sorry
05:063;0243[X  ]| you did not like$1$ my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps? I am
05:063;0244[X  ]| awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for$4$ that$6#2$. I called you
05:063;0245[X  ]| naughty boy because I do not like$1$ that$6#2$ other world. Please tell me what is
05:063;0246[X  ]| the real meaning of that$6#2$ word? Are you not happy in$4$ your home you poor
05:063;0247[X  ]| little naughty boy? I do wish I could do something for$4$ you. Please tell me
05:063;0248[X  ]| what you think of poor me. I often think of the beautiful name you have.
05:063;0249[X  ]| Dear Henry, when will$1$ we meet? I think of you so$5#1$ often you have no$2$ idea. I
05:063;0250[X  ]| have never felt myself so$5#1$ much drawn to$4$ a man as you. I feel so$5#1$ bad about.
05:063;0251[X  ]| Please write me a long letter and tell me more. Remember if you do not I
05:064;0252[X  ]| will$1$ punish you. So$3$ now you know what I will$1$ do to$4$ you, you naughty boy,
05:064;0253[X  ]| if you do not wrote. O how I long to$9$ meet you. Henry dear, do not deny my
05:064;0254[X  ]| request before my patience are exhausted. Then I will$1$ tell you all. Goodbye
05:064;0255[X  ]| now, naughty darling, I have such a bad headache. today. and write \by$4$\
05:064;0256[X  ]| \return\ to$4$ your longing
05:064;0257[X  ]| Martha
05:064;0258[X  ]| P%_S% Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to$9$ know.
05:064;0259[X  ]| x_x_x_x
05:064;0260['  ]| He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no$2$ smell
05:064;0261['  ]| and placed it in$4$ his heart pocket. 
05:064;0261@c   | Language of flowers. They like$1$ it because
05:064;0262@c   | no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to$9$ strike him down. 
05:064;0262['  ]| Then walking
05:064;0263['  ]| slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there a word.
05:064;0264[XX ]| Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you do not
05:064;0265[XX ]| please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to$4$ dear roses when we soon
05:064;0266[XX ]| anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume.
05:064;0266['  ]| Having read
05:064;0267['  ]| it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in$4$ his sidepocket.
05:064;0268['  ]| Weak joy opened his lips. 
05:064;0268@c   | Changed since the first letter. Wonder did
05:064;0269@c   | she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good family like$4$ me,
05:064;0270@c   | respectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Thank you:
05:064;0271@c   | not having any. Usual love scrimmage. Then running round corners. Bad
05:064;0272@c   | as a row with Molly. Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic. Go further next
05:064;0273@c   | time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. Brutal, why not?
05:064;0274@c   | Try it anyhow. A bit at a time.
05:064;0275['  ]| Fingering still the letter in$4$ his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
05:064;0276@c   | Common pin, eh? 
05:064;0276['  ]| He threw it on$4$ the road. 
05:064;0276@c   | Out of her clothes somewhere:
05:064;0277@c   | pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No$2$ roses
05:064;0278@c   | without thorns.
05:064;0279['  ]| Flat Dublin voices bawled in$4$ his head. 
05:064;0279@c   | Those two sluts that$6#2$ night in$4$
05:064;0280@c   | the Coombe, linked together in$4$ the rain.
05:064;0281[Z  ]| \O, Mairy lost the pin of her drawers.\
05:064;0282[Z  ]| \She did not know what to$9$ do\
05:064;0283[Z  ]| \To$9$ keep it up$5$,\
05:064;0284[Z  ]| \To$9$ keep it up$5$.\
05:064;0285@c   | It? Them. Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all day
05:064;0286@c   | typing. Eyefocus bad for$4$ stomach nerves. <What perfume does your wife>
05:064;0287@c   | <use.> Now could you make out a thing like$4$ that$6#2$?
05:064;0288[Z  ]| \To$9$ keep it up$5$.\
05:064;0289@c   | Martha, Mary. I saw that$6#2$ picture somewhere I forget now old master or
05:064;0290@c   | faked for$4$ money. He is sitting in$4$ their house, talking. Mysterious. Also the
05:064;0291@c   | two sluts in$4$ the Coombe would listen.
05:065;0292[Z  ]| \To$9$ keep it up$5$.\
05:065;0293@c   | Nice kind of evening feeling. No$2$ more wandering about. Just loll there:
05:065;0294@c   | quiet dusk: let everything rip. Forget. Tell about places you have been,
05:065;0295@c   | strange customs. The other one, jar on$4$ her head, was getting the supper:
05:065;0296@c   | fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like$4$ the hole in$4$ the
05:065;0297@c   | wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to$4$ the
05:065;0298@c   | trottingmatches. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and
05:065;0299@c   | more: all. Then a sigh: silence. Long long long rest.
05:065;0300['  ]| Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly
05:065;0301['  ]| in$4$ shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away,
05:065;0302['  ]| sank in$4$ the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.
05:065;0303@c   | Henry*Flower. You could tear up$5$ a cheque for$4$ a hundred pounds in$4$
05:065;0304@c   | the same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord*Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure
05:065;0305@c   | cheque for$4$ a million in$4$ the bank*of*Ireland. Shows you the money to$9$ be
05:065;0306@c   | made out of porter. Still the other brother lord*Ardilaun has to$9$ change his
05:065;0307@c   | shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A million
05:065;0308@c   | pounds, wait a moment. Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart, eightpence a
05:065;0309@c   | gallon of porter, no$7$, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. One and four
05:065;0310@c   | into twenty: fifteen about. Yes, exactly. Fifteen millions of barrels of porter.
05:065;0311@c   | What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the
05:065;0312@c   | same.
05:065;0313['  ]| An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach.
05:065;0314['  ]| Barrels bumped in$4$ his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
05:065;0315['  ]| bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together,
05:065;0316['  ]| winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of
05:065;0317['  ]| liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.
05:065;0318['  ]| He had reached the open backdoor of All*Hallows. Stepping into the
05:065;0319['  ]| porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
05:065;0320['  ]| behind the leather headband. 
05:065;0320@c   | Damn it. I might have tried to$9$ work M^'Coy
05:065;0321@c   | for$4$ a pass to$4$ Mullingar.
05:065;0322@c   | Same notice on$4$ the door. Sermon by$4$ the very*reverend*John*Conmee
05:065;0323@c   | S%_J% on$4$ saint*Peter*Claver*S%_J% and the African Mission. Prayers for$4$ the
05:065;0324@c   | conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious.
05:065;0325@c   | The protestants are the same. Convert Dr*William*J*Walsh*D%_D% to$4$ the
05:065;0326@c   | true religion. Save China's millions. Wonder how they explain it to$4$ the
05:065;0327@c   | heathen Chinee. Prefer an ounce of opium. Celestials. Rank heresy for$4$
05:065;0328@c   | them. Buddha their god lying on$4$ his side in$4$ the museum. Taking it easy with
05:065;0329@c   | hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning. Not like$4$ Ecce Homo. Crown of
05:065;0330@c   | thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint*Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?
05:065;0331@c   | Conmee: Martin*Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking. Sorry I
05:065;0332@c   | did not work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that$6#2$ Father*Farley
05:065;0333@c   | who$6#1$ looked a fool but was not. They are taught that$6#2$. He is not going
05:065;0334@c   | out in$4$ bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to$9$ baptise blacks, is he? The
05:065;0335@c   | glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Like$1$ to$9$ see them sitting round in$4$ a
05:066;0336@c   | ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Still life. Lap it up$5$ like$4$ milk, I
05:066;0337@c   | suppose.
05:066;0338['  ]| The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,
05:066;0339['  ]| pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by$4$ the rere.
05:066;0340@c   | Something going on$5$: some sodality. Pity so$5#1$ empty. Nice discreet place
05:066;0341@c   | to$9$ be next some girl. Who$6#2$ is my neighbour? Jammed by$4$ the hour to$4$ slow
05:066;0342@c   | music. That$6#2$ woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. 
05:066;0342['  ]| Women knelt in$4$ the
05:066;0343['  ]| benches with crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed. A batch knelt
05:066;0344['  ]| at the altarrails. The priest went along by$4$ them, murmuring, holding the
05:066;0345['  ]| thing in$4$ his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
05:066;0346['  ]| drop or two 
05:066;0346@c   | (are they in$4$ water?) 
05:066;0346['  ]| off it and put it neatly into her mouth. Her
05:066;0347['  ]| hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat sank at once. Then the next
05:066;0348['  ]| one: a small old woman. The priest bent down to$9$ put it into her mouth,
05:066;0349['  ]| murmuring all the time. 
05:066;0349@c   | Latin. 
05:066;0349['  ]| The next one. 
05:066;0349@c   | Shut your eyes and open your
05:066;0350@c   | mouth. What? \Corpus\: body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupefies them
05:066;0351@c   | first. Hospice for$4$ the dying. They do not seem to$9$ chew it: only swallow it
05:066;0352@c   | down. Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Why the cannibals cotton to$4$ it.
05:066;0353['  ]| He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by$4$
05:066;0354['  ]| one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in$4$ its
05:066;0355['  ]| corner, nursing his hat and newspaper. 
05:066;0355@c   | These pots we have to$9$ wear. We
05:066;0356@c   | ought to$9$ have hats modelled on$4$ our heads. 
05:066;0356['  ]| They were about him here and
05:066;0357['  ]| there, with heads still bowed in$4$ their crimson halters, waiting for$4$ it to$9$ melt
05:066;0358['  ]| in$4$ their stomachs. 
05:066;0358@c   | Something like$4$ those mazzoth: it is that$6#2$ sort of bread:
05:066;0359@c   | unleavened shewbread. Look at them. Now I bet it makes them feel happy.
05:066;0360@c   | Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it is called. There is a big idea behind
05:066;0361@c   | it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel. First communicants.
05:066;0362@c   | Hokypoky penny a lump. Then feel all like$4$ one family party, same in$4$ the
05:066;0363@c   | theatre, all in$4$ the same swim. They do. I am sure of that$6#2$. Not so$5#1$ lonely. In$4$
05:066;0364@c   | our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off steam. Thing is if
05:066;0365@c   | you really believe in$4$ it. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and the Knock
05:066;0366@c   | apparition, statues bleeding. Old fellow asleep near that$6#2$ confessionbox.
05:066;0367@c   | Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in$4$ the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all
05:066;0368@c   | pain. Wake this time next year.
05:066;0369['  ]| He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in$5$, and kneel
05:066;0370['  ]| an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace
05:066;0371['  ]| affair he had on$5$. 
05:066;0371@c   | Suppose he lost the pin of his. He would not know what to$9$
05:066;0372@c   | do to$9$. Bald spot behind. Letters on$4$ his back: I%_N%_R%_I? No$7$: I%_H%_S% Molly
05:066;0373@c   | told me one time I asked her. I have sinned: or no$5$: I have suffered, it is. And
05:066;0374@c   | the other one? Iron nails ran in$5$.
05:066;0375@c   | Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up$5$
05:066;0376@c   | with a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be here
05:066;0377@c   | with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on$4$ the sly.
05:066;0378@c   | Their character. That$6#2$ fellow that$6#1$ turned queen's evidence on$4$ the invincibles
05:066;0379@c   | he used to$9$ receive the, Carey was his name, the communion every morning.
05:066;0380@c   | This very church. Peter*Carey, yes. No$7$, Peter*Claver I am thinking of.
05:067;0381@c   | Denis*Carey. And just imagine that$6#2$. Wife and six children at home. And
05:067;0382@c   | plotting that$6#2$ murder all the time. Those crawthumpers, now that$6#2$ is a good
05:067;0383@c   | name for$4$ them, there is always something shiftylooking about them. They are
05:067;0384@c   | not straight men of business either. O, no$7$, she is not here: the flower: no$7$,
05:067;0385@c   | no$7$. By$4$ the way, did I tear up$5$ that$6#2$ envelope? Yes: under the bridge.
05:067;0386['  ]| The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs
05:067;0387['  ]| smartly. 
05:067;0387@c   | Wine. Makes it more aristocratic than for$4$ example if he drank
05:067;0388@c   | what they are used to$4$ Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage
05:067;0389@c   | Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell*and*Cochrane's ginger ale
05:067;0390@c   | (aromatic). Does not give them any of it: shew wine: only the other. Cold
05:067;0391@c   | comfort. Pious fraud but quite right: otherwise they would have one old booser
05:067;0392@c   | worse than another coming along, cadging for$4$ a drink. Queer the whole
05:067;0393@c   | atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that$6#2$ is.
05:067;0394['  ]| Mr*Bloom looked back towards the choir. 
05:067;0394@c   | Not going to$9$ be any music.
05:067;0395@c   | Pity. Who$6#2$ has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to$9$ make
05:067;0396@c   | that$6#2$ instrument talk, the \vibrato\: fifty pounds a year they say he had in$4$
05:067;0397@c   | Gardiner*street. Molly was in$4$ fine voice that$6#2$ day, the \Stabat*Mater\ of
05:067;0398@c   | Rossini. Father*Bernard*Vaughan's sermon first. Christ or Pilate? Christ,
05:067;0399@c   | but do not keep us all night over it. Music they wanted. Footdrill stopped.
05:067;0400@c   | Could hear a pin drop. I told her to$9$ pitch her voice against that$6#2$ corner. I
05:067;0401@c   | could feel the thrill in$4$ the air, the full, the people looking up$5$:
05:067;0402[Z  ]| \Quis\ \est homo.\
05:067;0403@c   | Some of that$6#2$ old sacred music splendid. Mercadante: seven last
05:067;0404@c   | words. Mozart's twelfth mass: \Gloria\ in$4$ that$6#2$. Those old popes keen on$4$
05:067;0405@c   | music, on$4$ art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Palestrina for$4$ example
05:067;0406@c   | too. They had a gay old time while it lasted. Healthy too, chanting, regular
05:067;0407@c   | hours, then brew liqueurs. Benedictine. Green Chartreuse. Still, having
05:067;0408@c   | eunuchs in$4$ their choir that$6#1$ was coming it a bit thick. What kind of voice is
05:067;0409@c   | it? Must be curious to$9$ hear after their own strong basses. Connoisseurs.
05:067;0410@c   | Suppose they would not feel anything after. Kind of a placid. No$2$ worry. Fall
05:067;0411@c   | into flesh, do not they? Gluttons, tall, long legs. Who$6#2$ knows? Eunuch. One
05:067;0412@c   | way out of it.
05:067;0413['  ]| He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about
05:067;0414['  ]| and bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up$5$. Mr*Bloom
05:067;0415['  ]| glanced about him and then stood up$5$, looking over the risen hats. Stand up$5$
05:067;0416['  ]| at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on$4$ their knees again and he
05:067;0417['  ]| sat back quietly in$4$ his bench. The priest came down from the altar, holding
05:067;0418['  ]| the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other in$4$
05:067;0419['  ]| Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to$9$ read off a card:
05:067;0420[Z  ]| ~~ O God, our refuge and our strength ~ .
05:067;0421['  ]| Mr*Bloom put his face forward to$9$ catch the words. 
05:067;0421@c   | English. Throw
05:067;0422@c   | them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass?
05:067;0423[Z  ]| Glorious and immaculate virgin. Joseph, her spouse. Peter and Paul. 
05:067;0423@c   | More
05:067;0424@c   | interesting if you understood what it was all about. Wonderful organisation
05:068;0425@c   | certainly, goes like$4$ clockwork. Confession. Everyone wants to$9$. Then I will$1$
05:068;0426@c   | tell you all. Penance. Punish me, please. Great weapon in$4$ their hands. More
05:068;0427@c   | than doctor or solicitor. Woman dying to$9$. And I schschschschschsch. And
05:068;0428@c   | did you chachachachacha? And why did you? Look down at her ring to$9$
05:068;0429@c   | find an excuse. Whispering gallery walls have ears. Husband learn to$4$ his
05:068;0430@c   | surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes. Repentance skindeep.
05:068;0431@c   | Lovely shame. Pray at an altar. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Flowers,
05:068;0432@c   | incense, candles melting. Hide her blushes. Salvation army blatant
05:068;0433@c   | imitation. Reformed prostitute will$1$ address the meeting. How I found the
05:068;0434@c   | Lord. Squareheaded chaps those must be in$4$ Rome: they work the whole
05:068;0435@c   | show. And do not they rake in$4$ the money too? Bequests also: to$4$ the P%_P% for$4$
05:068;0436@c   | the time being in$4$ his absolute discretion. Masses for$4$ the repose of my soul to$9$
05:068;0437@c   | be said publicly with open doors. Monasteries and convents. The priest in$4$
05:068;0438@c   | that$6#2$ Fermanagh will$0$ case in$4$ the witnessbox. No$2$ browbeating him. He had
05:068;0439@c   | his answer pat for$4$ everything. Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the
05:068;0440@c   | church. The doctors of the church: they mapped out the whole theology of
05:068;0441@c   | it.
05:068;0442['  ]| The priest prayed:
05:068;0443[Z  ]| ~~ Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in$4$ the hour of conflict. Be our
05:068;0444[Z  ]| safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain
05:068;0445[Z  ]| him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by$4$ the
05:068;0446[Z  ]| power of God thrust Satan down to$4$ hell and with him those other wicked
05:068;0447[Z  ]| spirits who$6#1$ wander through the world for$4$ the ruin of souls.
05:068;0448['  ]| The priest and the massboy stood up$5$ and walked off. 
05:068;0448@c   | All over. 
05:068;0448['  ]| The
05:068;0449['  ]| women remained behind: 
05:068;0449@c   | thanksgiving.
05:068;0450@c   | Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate
05:068;0451@c   | perhaps. Pay your Easter duty.
05:068;0452['  ]| He stood up$5$. 
05:068;0452@c   | Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all
05:068;0453@c   | the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there is a
05:068;0454@c   | (whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.
05:068;0455@c   | Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you do not. Why did not you tell me
05:068;0456@c   | before. Still like$1$ you better untidy. Good job it was not farther south. 
05:068;0456['  ]| He
05:068;0457['  ]| passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door
05:068;0458['  ]| into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by$4$ the cold black marble bowl
05:068;0459['  ]| while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in$4$ the
05:068;0460['  ]| low tide of holy water. 
05:068;0460@c   | Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in$4$ her
05:068;0461@c   | weeds. Notice because I am in$4$ mourning myself. 
05:068;0461['  ]| He covered himself. 
05:068;0461@c   | How
05:068;0462@c   | goes the time? Quarter past. Time enough yet. Better get that$6#2$ lotion made
05:068;0463@c   | up$5$. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in$4$ Lincoln*place. Chemists
05:068;0464@c   | rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to$9$ stir. Hamilton*Long's, 
05:068;0465@c   | founded in$4$ the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard near there.
05:068;0466@c   | Visit some day.
05:068;0467['  ]| He walked southward along Westland*row. 
05:068;0467@c   | But the recipe is in$4$ the
05:068;0468@c   | other trousers. O, and I forgot that$6#2$ latchkey too. Bore this funeral affair. O
05:068;0469@c   | well, poor fellow, it is not his fault. When was it I got it made up$5$ last? Wait.
05:069;0470@c   | I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it must have been or
05:069;0471@c   | the second. O, he can look it up$5$ in$4$ the prescriptions book.
05:069;0472['  ]| The chemist turned back page after page. 
05:069;0472@c   | Sandy shrivelled smell he
05:069;0473@c   | seems to$9$ have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for$4$ the philosopher's stone.
05:069;0474@c   | The alchemists. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then.
05:069;0475@c   | Why? Reaction. A lifetime in$4$ a night. Gradually changes your character.
05:069;0476@c   | Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his alabaster
05:069;0477@c   | lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid. Smell almost cure
05:069;0478@c   | you like$4$ the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought to$9$ physic himself a
05:069;0479@c   | bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow that$6#1$ picked an herb to$9$ cure
05:069;0480@c   | himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to$9$ be careful. Enough stuff here to$9$
05:069;0481@c   | chloroform you. Test: turns blue litmus paper red. Chloroform. Overdose
05:069;0482@c   | of laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad
05:069;0483@c   | for$4$ cough. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy
05:069;0484@c   | where you least expect it. Clever of nature.
05:069;0485[V  ]| ~~ About a fortnight ago, sir?
05:069;0486[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
05:069;0486['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
05:069;0487['  ]| He waited by$4$ the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
05:069;0488['  ]| dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. 
05:069;0488@c   | Lot of time taken up$5$ telling your
05:069;0489@c   | aches and pains.
05:069;0490[C  ]| ~~ Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, 
05:069;0490['  ]| Mr*Bloom said, 
05:069;0490[C  ]| and then
05:069;0491[C  ]| orangeflower water ~
05:069;0492@c   | It certainly did make her skin so$5#1$ delicate white like$4$ wax.
05:069;0493[C  ]| ~~ And white wax also, 
05:069;0493['  ]| he said.
05:069;0494@c   | Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up$5$ to$4$
05:069;0495@c   | her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in$4$ my cuffs.
05:069;0496@c   | Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for$4$ the teeth: nettles
05:069;0497@c   | and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in$4$ buttermilk. Skinfood. One of
05:069;0498@c   | the old queen's sons, duke*of*Albany was it? had only one skin. Leopold,
05:069;0499@c   | yes. Three we have. Warts, bunions and pimples to$9$ make it worse. But you
05:069;0500@c   | want a perfume too. <What perfume does your?> \Peau d'Espagne.\ That$6#2$
05:069;0501@c   | orangeflower water is so$5#1$ fresh. Nice smell these soaps have. Pure curd soap.
05:069;0502@c   | Time to$9$ get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage. Dirt
05:069;0503@c   | gets rolled up$5$ in$4$ your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I think I. Yes I.
05:069;0504@c   | Do it in$4$ the bath. Curious longing I. Water to$4$ water. Combine business with
05:069;0505@c   | pleasure. Pity no$2$ time for$4$ massage. Feel fresh then all the day. Funeral be
05:069;0506@c   | rather glum.
05:069;0507[V  ]| ~~ Yes, sir, 
05:069;0507['  ]| the chemist said. 
05:069;0507[V  ]| That$6#2$ was two and nine. Have you brought a
05:069;0508[V  ]| bottle?
05:069;0509[C  ]| ~~ No$7$, 
05:069;0509['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
05:069;0509[C  ]| Make it up$5$, please. I will$1$ call later in$4$ the day and I will$1$
05:069;0510[C  ]| take one of these soaps. How much are they?
05:069;0511[V  ]| ~~ Fourpence, sir.
05:069;0512['  ]| Mr*Bloom raised a cake to$4$ his nostrils. 
05:069;0512@c   | Sweet lemony wax.
05:069;0513[C  ]| ~~ I will$1$ take this one, 
05:069;0513['  ]| he said. 
05:069;0513[C  ]| That$6#2$ makes three and a penny.
05:070;0514[V  ]| ~~ Yes, sir, 
05:070;0514['  ]| the chemist said. 
05:070;0514[V  ]| You can pay all together, sir, when you come
05:070;0515[V  ]| back.
05:070;0516[C  ]| ~~ Good, 
05:070;0516['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
05:070;0517['  ]| He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
05:070;0518['  ]| the coolwrappered soap in$4$ his left hand.
05:070;0519['  ]| At his armpit Bantam*Lyons' voice and hand said:
05:070;0520[K  ]| ~~ Hello, Bloom. What is the best news? Is that$6#2$ today's? Show us a minute.
05:070;0521@c   | Shaved off his moustache again, by$4$ Jove! Long cold upper lip. To$9$
05:070;0522@c   | look younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.
05:070;0523['  ]| Bantam*Lyons's yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. 
05:070;0523@c   | Wants
05:070;0524@c   | a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears'
05:070;0525@c   | soap? Dandruff on$4$ his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.
05:070;0526[K  ]| ~~ I want to$9$ see about that$6#2$ French horse that$6#1$ is running today,
05:070;0526['  ]| Bantam*Lyons
05:070;0527['  ]| said. 
05:070;0527[K  ]| Where the bugger is it?
05:070;0528['  ]| He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on$4$ his high collar.
05:070;0529@c   | Barber's itch. Tight collar he will$1$ lose his hair. Better leave him the paper and
05:070;0530@c   | get shut of him.
05:070;0531[C  ]| ~~ You can keep it, 
05:070;0531['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
05:070;0532[K  ]| ~~ Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, 
05:070;0532['  ]| Bantam*Lyons muttered. 
05:070;0532[K  ]| Half a mo. Maximum
05:070;0533[K  ]| the second.
05:070;0534[C  ]| ~~ I was just going to$9$ throw it away, 
05:070;0534['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
05:070;0535['  ]| Bantam*Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
05:070;0536[K  ]| ~~ What is that$6#2$? 
05:070;0536['  ]| his sharp voice said.
05:070;0537[C  ]| ~~ I say you can keep it, 
05:070;0537['  ]| Mr*Bloom answered. 
05:070;0537[C  ]| I was going to$9$ throw it away
05:070;0538[C  ]| that$6#2$ moment.
05:070;0539['  ]| Bantam*Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread
05:070;0540['  ]| sheets back on$4$ Mr*Bloom's arms.
05:070;0541[K  ]| ~~ I will$1$ risk it, 
05:070;0541['  ]| he said. 
05:070;0541[K  ]| Here, thanks.
05:070;0542['  ]| He sped off towards Conway's*corner. 
05:070;0542@c   | God speed scut.
05:070;0543['  ]| Mr*Bloom folded the sheets again to$4$ a neat square and lodged the
05:070;0544['  ]| soap in$4$ it, smiling. 
05:070;0544@c   | Silly lips of that$6#2$ chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it
05:070;0545@c   | lately. Messenger boys stealing to$9$ put on$5$ sixpence. Raffle for$4$ large tender
05:070;0546@c   | turkey. Your Christmas dinner for$4$ threepence. Jack*Fleming embezzling to$9$
05:070;0547@c   | gamble then smuggled off to$4$ America. Keeps a hotel now. They never come
05:070;0548@c   | back. Fleshpots of Egypt.
05:070;0549['  ]| He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. 
05:070;0549@c   | Remind you
05:070;0550@c   | of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
05:070;0551@c   | eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up$5$
05:070;0552@c   | like$4$ a cod in$4$ a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round like$4$ a
05:070;0553@c   | wheel. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and the hub big: college.
05:070;0554@c   | Something to$9$ catch the eye.
05:070;0555@c   | There is Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on$4$
05:070;0556@c   | hands: might take a turn in$4$ there on$4$ the nod. 
05:070;0556@c   | How do you do, Mr*Hornblower? 
05:070;0557@c   |  
05:070;0557[XX ]| How do you do, sir?
05:071;0558@c   | Heavenly weather really. If life was always like$4$ that$6#2$. Cricket weather.
05:071;0559@c   | Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can not play it here.
05:071;0560@c   | Duck for$4$ six wickets. Still Captain*Culler broke a window in$4$ the Kildare*street
05:071;0561@c   | club with a slog to$4$ square leg. Donnybrook fair more in$4$ their line.
05:071;0562@c   | And the skulls we were acracking when M^'Carthy took the floor.
05:071;0563@c   | Heatwave. Will$1$ not last. Always passing, the stream of life, which$6#1$ in$4$ the
05:071;0564@c   | stream of life we trace is dearer thaaan them all.
05:071;0565@c   | Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle
05:071;0566@c   | tepid stream. This is my body.
05:071;0567['  ]| He foresaw his pale body reclined in$4$ it at full, naked, in$4$ a womb of
05:071;0568['  ]| warmth, oiled by$4$ scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and
05:071;0569['  ]| limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow:
05:071;0570['  ]| his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating,
05:071;0571['  ]| floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid
05:071;0572['  ]| floating flower.