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06:072;0001['  ]| Martin*Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking
06:072;0002['  ]| carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself. Mr*Power stepped in$5$ after him,
06:072;0003['  ]| curving his height with care.
06:072;0004[H  ]| ~~ Come on$5$, Simon.
06:072;0005[C  ]| ~~ After you, 
06:072;0005['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
06:072;0006['  ]| Mr*Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in$5$, saying:
06:072;0007[F  ]| ~~ Yes, yes.
06:072;0008[G  ]| ~~ Are we all here now? 
06:072;0008['  ]| Martin*Cunningham asked. 
06:072;0008[G  ]| Come along, Bloom.
06:072;0009['  ]| Mr*Bloom entered and sat in$4$ the vacant place. He pulled the door to$5$
06:072;0010['  ]| after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm through
06:072;0011['  ]| the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow at the
06:072;0012['  ]| lowered blinds of the avenue.
06:072;0012@c   | One dragged aside: an old woman peeping.
06:072;0013@c   | Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she was passed
06:072;0014@c   | over. Extraordinary the interest they take in$4$ a corpse. Glad to$9$ see us go we
06:072;0015@c   | give them such trouble coming. Job seems to$9$ suit them. Huggermugger in$4$
06:072;0016@c   | corners. Slop about in$4$ slipperslappers for$4$ fear he would wake. Then getting it
06:072;0017@c   | ready. Laying it out. Molly and Mrs*Fleming making the bed. Pull it more
06:072;0018@c   | to$4$ your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who$6#1$ will$1$ touch you dead.
06:072;0019@c   | Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit in$4$
06:072;0020@c   | an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean job.
06:072;0021['  ]| All waited. Nothing was said. 
06:072;0021@c   | Stowing in$4$ the wreaths probably. I am
06:072;0022@c   | sitting on$5$ something hard. Ah, that$6#2$ soap: in$4$ my hip pocket. Better shift it
06:072;0023@c   | out of that$6#2$. Wait for$4$ an opportunity.
06:072;0024['  ]| All waited. Then wheels were heard from in$4$ front, turning: then
06:072;0025['  ]| nearer: then horses' hoofs. A jolt. Their carriage began to$9$ move, creaking
06:072;0026['  ]| and swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds
06:072;0027['  ]| of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar.
06:072;0028@c   | At walking pace.
06:072;0029['  ]| They waited still, their knees jogging, till they had turned and were
06:072;0030['  ]| passing along the tramtracks. 
06:072;0030@c   | Tritonville*road. Quicker. 
06:072;0030['  ]| The wheels rattled
06:072;0031['  ]| rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook rattling in$4$
06:072;0032['  ]| the doorframes.
06:072;0033[H  ]| ~~ What way is he taking us? 
06:072;0033['  ]| Mr*Power asked through both windows.
06:072;0034[G  ]| ~~ Irishtown, 
06:072;0034['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:072;0034[G  ]| Ringsend. Brunswick*street.
06:072;0035['  ]| Mr*Dedalus nodded, looking out.
06:073;0036[F  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is a fine old custom, 
06:073;0036['  ]| he said. 
06:073;0036[F  ]| I am glad to$9$ see it has not died out.
06:073;0037['  ]| All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by$4$
06:073;0038['  ]| passers. 
06:073;0038@c   | Respect. 
06:073;0038['  ]| The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to$4$ the smoother
06:073;0039['  ]| road past Watery*lane. Mr*Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in$4$
06:073;0040['  ]| mourning, a wide hat.
06:073;0041[C  ]| ~~ There is a friend of yours gone by$5$, Dedalus, 
06:073;0041['  ]| he said.
06:073;0042[F  ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ is that$6#2$?
06:073;0043[C  ]| ~~ Your son and heir.
06:073;0044[F  ]| ~~ Where is he? 
06:073;0044['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said, stretching over across.
06:073;0045['  ]| The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup
06:073;0046['  ]| roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and,
06:073;0047['  ]| swerving back to$4$ the tramtrack, rolled on$5$ noisily with chattering wheels.
06:073;0048['  ]| Mr*Dedalus fell back, saying:
06:073;0049[F  ]| ~~ Was that$6#2$ Mulligan cad with him? His \fidus Achates\!
06:073;0050[C  ]| ~~ No$7$, 
06:073;0050['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:073;0050[C  ]| He was alone.
06:073;0051[F  ]| ~~ Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, 
06:073;0051['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said, 
06:073;0051[F  ]| the Goulding
06:073;0052[F  ]| faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of
06:073;0053[F  ]| dung, the wise child that$6#1$ knows her own father.
06:073;0054['  ]| Mr*Bloom smiled joylessly on$4$ Ringsend*road. 
06:073;0054@c   | Wallace*Bros: the
06:073;0055@c   | bottleworks: Dodder*bridge.
06:073;0056@c   | Richie*Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding%*Collis*and*Ward he
06:073;0057@c   | calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was. Waltzing
06:073;0058@c   | in$4$ Stamer*street with Ignatius*Gallaher on$4$ a Sunday morning, the
06:073;0059@c   | landlady's two hats pinned on$4$ his head. Out on$4$ the rampage all night.
06:073;0060@c   | Beginning to$9$ tell on$4$ him now: that$6#2$ backache of his, I fear. Wife ironing his
06:073;0061@c   | back. Thinks he will$1$ cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are. About six
06:073;0062@c   | hundred per cent profit.
06:073;0063[F  ]| ~~ He is in$5$ with a lowdown crowd, 
06:073;0063['  ]| Mr*Dedalus snarled. 
06:073;0063[F  ]| That$6#2$ Mulligan is a
06:073;0064[F  ]| contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by$4$ all accounts. His name stinks
06:073;0065[F  ]| all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I will$1$ make
06:073;0066[F  ]| it my business to$9$ write a letter one of those days to$4$ his mother or his aunt or
06:073;0067[F  ]| whatever she is that$6#1$ will$1$ open her eye as wide as a gate. I will$1$ tickle his
06:073;0068[F  ]| catastrophe, believe you me.
06:073;0069['  ]| He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
06:073;0070[F  ]| ~~ I will$1$ not have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's
06:073;0071[F  ]| son. Selling tapes in$4$ my cousin, Peter*Paul*M^'Swiney's. Not likely.
06:073;0072['  ]| He ceased. Mr*Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to$4$ Mr*Power's
06:073;0073['  ]| mild face and Martin*Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely
06:073;0074['  ]| shaking. 
06:073;0074@c   | Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to$9$
06:073;0075@c   | hand on$5$. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up$5$. Hear his voice in$4$ the
06:073;0076@c   | house. Walking beside Molly in$4$ an Eton suit. My son. Me in$4$ his eyes.
06:073;0077@c   | Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that$6#2$
06:073;0078@c   | morning in$4$ Raymond*terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs
06:073;0079@c   | at it by$4$ the wall of the cease to$9$ do evil. And the sergeant grinning up$5$. She
06:074;0080@c   | had that$6#2$ cream gown on$5$ with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch,
06:074;0081@c   | Poldy. God, I am dying for$4$ it. How life begins.
06:074;0082@c   | Got big then. Had to$9$ refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside
06:074;0083@c   | her. I could have helped him on$5$ in$4$ life. I could. Make him independent.
06:074;0084@c   | Learn German too.
06:074;0085[H  ]| ~~ Are we late? 
06:074;0085['  ]| Mr*Power asked.
06:074;0086[G  ]| ~~ Ten minutes, 
06:074;0086['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said, looking at his watch.
06:074;0087@c   | Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O
06:074;0088@c   | jumping Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she is a dear girl. Soon be a
06:074;0089@c   | woman. Mullingar. 
06:074;0089[XX ]| Dearest Papli. Young student. 
06:074;0089@c   | Yes, yes: a woman too.
06:074;0090@c   | Life, life.
06:074;0091['  ]| The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.
06:074;0092[H  ]| ~~ Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, 
06:074;0092['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:074;0093[F  ]| ~~ He might, 
06:074;0093['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said, 
06:074;0093[F  ]| if he had not that$6#2$ squint troubling him. Do
06:074;0094[F  ]| you follow me?
06:074;0095['  ]| He closed his left eye. Martin*Cunningham began to$9$ brush away
06:074;0096['  ]| crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
06:074;0097[G  ]| ~~ What is this, 
06:074;0097['  ]| he said, 
06:074;0097[G  ]| in$4$ the name of God? Crumbs?
06:074;0098[H  ]| ~~ Someone seems to$9$ have been making a picnic party here lately, 
06:074;0098['  ]| Mr*Power
06:074;0099['  ]| said.
06:074;0100['  ]| All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed
06:074;0101['  ]| buttonless leather of the seats. Mr*Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned
06:074;0102['  ]| downward and said:
06:074;0103[F  ]| ~~ Unless I am greatly mistaken ~~ What do you think, Martin?
06:074;0104[G  ]| ~~ It struck me too, 
06:074;0104['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:074;0105['  ]| Mr*Bloom set his thigh down. 
06:074;0105@c   | Glad I took that$6#2$ bath. Feel my feet
06:074;0106@c   | quite clean. But I wish Mrs*Fleming had darned these socks better.
06:074;0107['  ]| Mr*Dedalus sighed resignedly.
06:074;0108[F  ]| ~~ After all, 
06:074;0108['  ]| he said, 
06:074;0108[F  ]| it is the most natural thing in$4$ the world.
06:074;0109[G  ]| ~~ Did Tom*Kernan turn up$5$? 
06:074;0109['  ]| Martin*Cunningham asked, twirling the peak
06:074;0110['  ]| of his beard gently.
06:074;0111[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
06:074;0111['  ]| Mr*Bloom answered. 
06:074;0111[C  ]| He is behind with Ned*Lambert and Hynes.
06:074;0112[H  ]| ~~ And Corny*Kelleher himself? 
06:074;0112['  ]| Mr*Power asked.
06:074;0113[G  ]| ~~ At the cemetery, 
06:074;0113['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:074;0114[C  ]| ~~ I met M^'Coy this morning, 
06:074;0114['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:074;0114[C  ]| He said he would try to$9$ come.
06:074;0115['  ]| The carriage halted short.
06:074;0116[X  ]| ~~ What is wrong?
06:074;0117[X  ]| ~~ We are stopped.
06:074;0118[X  ]| ~~ Where are we?
06:074;0119['  ]| Mr*Bloom put his head out of the window.
06:074;0120[C  ]| ~~ The grand canal, 
06:074;0120['  ]| he said.
06:074;0121@c   | Gasworks. Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never
06:074;0122@c   | got it. Poor children! Doubles them up$5$ black and blue in$4$ convulsions.
06:074;0123@c   | Shame really. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. Only measles.
06:074;0124@c   | Flaxseed tea. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Canvassing for$4$ death. Do not
06:075;0125@c   | miss this chance. Dogs' home over there. Poor old Athos! 
06:075;0125[X  ]| Be good to$4$ Athos,
06:075;0126[X  ]| Leopold, is my last wish.
06:075;0126@c   | Thy will$0$ be done. We obey them in$4$ the grave. A
06:075;0127@c   | dying scrawl. He took it to$4$ heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs
06:075;0128@c   | usually are.
06:075;0129['  ]| A raindrop spat on$4$ his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
06:075;0130['  ]| shower spray dots over the grey flags. 
06:075;0130@c   | Apart. Curious. Like$5$ through a
06:075;0131@c   | colander. I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now.
06:075;0132[C  ]| ~~ The weather is changing, 
06:075;0132['  ]| he said quietly.
06:075;0133[G  ]| ~~ A pity it did not keep up$5$ fine, 
06:075;0133['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:075;0134[H  ]| ~~ Wanted for$4$ the country, 
06:075;0134['  ]| Mr*Power said. 
06:075;0134[H  ]| There is the sun again coming
06:075;0135[H  ]| out.
06:075;0136['  ]| Mr*Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun,
06:075;0137['  ]| hurled a mute curse at the sky.
06:075;0138[F  ]| ~~ It is as uncertain as a child's bottom, 
06:075;0138['  ]| he said.
06:075;0139[X  ]| ~~ We are off again.
06:075;0140['  ]| The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed
06:075;0141['  ]| gently. Martin*Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
06:075;0142[G  ]| ~~ Tom*Kernan was immense last night, 
06:075;0142['  ]| he said. 
06:075;0142[G  ]| And Paddy*Leonard taking
06:075;0143[G  ]| him off to$4$ his face.
06:075;0144[H  ]| ~~ O, draw him out, Martin, 
06:075;0144['  ]| Mr*Power said eagerly. 
06:075;0144[H  ]| Wait till you hear him,
06:075;0145[H  ]| Simon, on$4$ Ben*Dollard's singing of \The*Croppy*Boy\.
06:075;0146[G  ]| ~~ Immense, 
06:075;0146['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said pompously. 
06:075;0146[Z  ]| \His singing of that$6#2$ simple\
06:075;0147[Z  ]| \ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in$4$ the whole\
06:075;0148[Z  ]| \course of my experience.\
06:075;0149[Z  ]| ~~ \Trenchant\, 
06:075;0149['  ]| Mr*Power said laughing. 
06:075;0149[H  ]| He is dead nuts on$4$ that$6#2$. And the
06:075;0150[Z  ]| \retrospective arrangement\.
06:075;0151[G  ]| ~~ Did you read Dan*Dawson's speech? 
06:075;0151['  ]| Martin*Cunningham asked.
06:075;0152[F  ]| ~~ I did not then, 
06:075;0152['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:075;0152[F  ]| Where is it?
06:075;0153[G  ]| ~~ In$4$ the paper this morning.
06:075;0154['  ]| Mr*Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. 
06:075;0154@c   | That$6#2$ book I must
06:075;0155@c   | change for$4$ her.
06:075;0156[F  ]| ~~ No$7$, no$7$, 
06:075;0156['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said quickly. 
06:075;0156[F  ]| Later on$5$ please.
06:075;0157['  ]| Mr*Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the
06:075;0158['  ]| deaths: 
06:075;0158[Z  ]| Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, 
06:075;0158@c   | what
06:075;0159@c   | Peake is that$6#2$? is it the chap was in$4$ Crosbie*and*Alleyne's? no$7$, Sexton,
06:075;0160@c   | Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on$4$ the frayed breaking paper.
06:075;0161[Z  ]| Thanks to$4$ the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To$4$ the inexpressible grief of his.
06:075;0162[Z  ]| Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness.
06:075;0162@c   | Month's mind: Quinlan.
06:075;0162[Z  ]| On$4$ whose
06:075;0163[Z  ]| soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.
06:075;0164[Z  ]| \It is now a month since dear Henry fled\
06:075;0165[Z  ]| \To$4$ his home up$4$ above in$4$ the sky\
06:075;0166[Z  ]| \While his family weeps and mourns\ \his loss\
06:075;0167[Z  ]| \Hoping some day to$9$ meet him on$4$ high.\
06:076;0168@c   | I tore up$5$ the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in$4$
06:076;0169@c   | the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. 
06:076;0169[Z  ]| Dear Henry fled.
06:076;0170[Z  ]| Before my patience are exhausted.
06:076;0171@c   | National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now.
06:076;0172@c   | Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in$4$ their skulls. The other trotting
06:076;0173@c   | round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised their
06:076;0174@c   | hats.
06:076;0175['  ]| A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a
06:076;0176['  ]| tramway standard by$4$ Mr*Bloom's window. 
06:076;0176@c   | Could not they invent something
06:076;0177@c   | automatic so$3$ that$3$ the wheel itself much handier? Well but that$6#2$ fellow would
06:076;0178@c   | lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the
06:076;0179@c   | new invention?
06:076;0180@c   | Antient concert rooms. Nothing on$4$ there. A man in$4$ a buff suit with a
06:076;0181@c   | crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in$4$ law
06:076;0182@c   | perhaps.
06:076;0183['  ]| They went past the bleak pulpit of saint*Mark's, under the railway
06:076;0184['  ]| bridge, past the Queen's*theatre: in$4$ silence. 
06:076;0184@c   | Hoardings: Eugene*Stratton,
06:076;0185@c   | Mrs*Bandmann*Palmer. Could I go to$9$ see \Leah\ tonight, I wonder. I said I.
06:076;0186@c   | Or the \Lily*of*Killarney\? Elster*Grimes*Opera*Company. Big powerful
06:076;0187@c   | change. Wet bright bills for$4$ next week. \Fun on$4$ the Bristol.\ Martin*Cunningham
06:076;0188@c   | could work a pass for$4$ the Gaiety. Have to$9$ stand a drink or
06:076;0189@c   | two. As broad as it is long.
06:076;0190@c   | He is coming in$4$ the afternoon. Her songs.
06:076;0191@c   | Plasto's. Sir*Philip*Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who$6#2$ was he?
06:076;0192[G  ]| ~~ How do you do? 
06:076;0192['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said, raising his palm to$4$ his brow
06:076;0193['  ]| in$4$ salute.
06:076;0194[H  ]| ~~ He does not see us, 
06:076;0194['  ]| Mr*Power said. 
06:076;0194[H  ]| Yes, he does. How do you do?
06:076;0195[F  ]| ~~ Who$6#2$? 
06:076;0195['  ]| Mr*Dedalus asked.
06:076;0196[H  ]| ~~ Blazes*Boylan, 
06:076;0196['  ]| Mr*Power said. 
06:076;0196[H  ]| There he is airing his quiff.
06:076;0197@c   | Just that$6#2$ moment I was thinking.
06:076;0198['  ]| Mr*Dedalus bent across to$9$ salute. From the door of the Red*Bank the
06:076;0199['  ]| white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.
06:076;0200['  ]| Mr*Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
06:076;0201['  ]| hand. 
06:076;0201@c   | The nails, yes. Is there anything more in$4$ him that$6#1$ they she sees?
06:076;0202@c   | Fascination. Worst man in$4$ Dublin. That$6#2$ keeps him alive. They sometimes
06:076;0203@c   | feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like$4$ that$6#2$. My nails. I am just
06:076;0204@c   | looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit
06:076;0205@c   | softy. I would notice that$6#2$: from remembering. What causes that$6#2$? I suppose
06:076;0206@c   | the skin can not contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the
06:076;0207@c   | shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the
06:076;0208@c   | dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.
06:076;0209['  ]| He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
06:076;0210['  ]| glance over their faces.
06:076;0211['  ]| Mr*Power asked:
06:076;0212[H  ]| ~~ How is the concert tour getting on$5$, Bloom?
06:077;0213[C  ]| ~~ O, very well, 
06:077;0213['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:077;0213[C  ]| I hear great accounts of it. It is a good idea,
06:077;0214[C  ]| you see ~~
06:077;0215[H  ]| ~~ Are you going yourself?
06:077;0216[C  ]| ~~ Well no$7$, 
06:077;0216['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:077;0216[C  ]| In$4$ point of fact I have to$9$ go down to$4$ the county*Clare
06:077;0217[C  ]| on$4$ some private business. You see the idea is to$9$ tour the chief towns.
06:077;0218[C  ]| What you lose on$4$ one you can make up$5$ on$4$ the other.
06:077;0219[G  ]| ~~ Quite so$5#2$, 
06:077;0219['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:077;0219[G  ]| Mary*Anderson is up$4$ there now.
06:077;0220[G  ]| Have you good artists?
06:077;0221[C  ]| ~~ Louis*Werner is touring her, 
06:077;0221['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:077;0221[C  ]| O yes, we will$1$ have all
06:077;0222[C  ]| topnobbers. J%-C%*Doyle and John*MacCormack I hope and. The best, in$4$
06:077;0223[C  ]| fact.
06:077;0224[H  ]| ~~ And \madame\, 
06:077;0224['  ]| Mr*Power said smiling. 
06:077;0224[H  ]| Last but not least.
06:077;0225['  ]| Mr*Bloom unclasped his hands in$4$ a gesture of soft politeness and
06:077;0226['  ]| clasped them. 
06:077;0226@c   | Smith*O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there.
06:077;0227@c   | Woman. Must be his deathday. For$4$ many happy returns.
06:077;0227['  ]| The carriage
06:077;0228['  ]| wheeling by$4$ Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.
06:077;0229['  ]| Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his
06:077;0230['  ]| mouth opening: oot.
06:077;0231[X  ]| ~~ Four bootlaces for$4$ a penny.
06:077;0232@c   | Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in$4$ Hume*street.
06:077;0233@c   | Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for$4$
06:077;0234@c   | Waterford. Has that$6#2$ silk hat ever since. Relics of old decency. Mourning
06:077;0235@c   | too. Terrible comedown, poor wretch! Kicked about like$4$ snuff at a wake.
06:077;0236@c   | O'Callaghan on$4$ his last legs.
06:077;0237@c   | And \madame\. Twenty past eleven. Up$5$. Mrs*Fleming is in$5$ to$9$ clean.
06:077;0238@c   | Doing her hair, humming. \Voglio e non vorrei.\ No$7$. \Vorrei e non.\ Looking
06:077;0239@c   | at the tips of her hairs to$9$ see if they are split. \Mi trema un poco il.\ Beautiful
06:077;0240@c   | on$4$ that$6#2$ \tre\ her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle. There is a word
06:077;0241@c   | throstle that$6#1$ expresses that$6#2$.
06:077;0242['  ]| His eyes passed lightly over Mr*Power's goodlooking face. 
06:077;0242@c   | Greyish
06:077;0243@c   | over the ears. \Madame\: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way.
06:077;0244@c   | Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who$6#2$ knows is that$6#2$ true about the
06:077;0245@c   | woman he keeps? Not pleasant for$4$ the wife. Yet they say, who$6#1$ was it told
06:077;0246@c   | me, there is no$2$ carnal. You would imagine that$6#2$ would get played out pretty
06:077;0247@c   | quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of
06:077;0248@c   | rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in$4$ Jury's. Or the Moira, was it?
06:077;0249['  ]| They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator's form.
06:077;0250['  ]| Martin*Cunningham nudged Mr*Power.
06:077;0251[G  ]| ~~ Of the tribe of Reuben, 
06:077;0251['  ]| he said.
06:077;0252['  ]| A tall blackbearded figure, bent on$4$ a stick, stumping round the corner
06:077;0253['  ]| of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on$4$ his spine.
06:077;0254[H  ]| ~~ In$4$ all his pristine beauty, 
06:077;0254['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:077;0255['  ]| Mr*Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:
06:077;0256[F  ]| ~~ The devil break the hasp of your back!
06:078;0257['  ]| Mr*Power, collapsing in$4$ laughter, shaded his face from the window as
06:078;0258['  ]| the carriage passed Gray's statue.
06:078;0259[G  ]| ~~ We have all been there, 
06:078;0259['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said broadly.
06:078;0260['  ]| His eyes met Mr*Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
06:078;0261[G  ]| ~~ Well, nearly all of us.
06:078;0262['  ]| Mr*Bloom began to$9$ speak with sudden eagerness to$4$ his companions'
06:078;0263['  ]| faces.
06:078;0264[C  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is an awfully good one that$6#1$ is going the rounds about Reuben*J and
06:078;0265[C  ]| the son.
06:078;0266[H  ]| ~~ About the boatman? 
06:078;0266['  ]| Mr*Power asked.
06:078;0267[C  ]| ~~ Yes. Is not it awfully good?
06:078;0268[F  ]| ~~ What is that$6#2$? 
06:078;0268['  ]| Mr*Dedalus asked. 
06:078;0268[F  ]| I did not hear it.
06:078;0269[C  ]| ~~ There was a girl in$4$ the case, 
07:078;0269['  ]| Mr*Bloom began, 
06:078;0269[C  ]| and he determined to$9$ send
06:078;0270[C  ]| him to$4$ the Isle*of*Man out of harm's way but when they were both ~~
06:078;0271[F  ]| ~~ What? 
06:078;0271['  ]| Mr*Dedalus asked. 
06:078;0271[F  ]| That$6#2$ confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?
06:078;0272[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
06:078;0272['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:078;0272[C  ]| They were both on$4$ the way to$4$ the boat and he tried
06:078;0273[C  ]| to$9$ drown ~~.
06:078;0274[F  ]| ~~ Drown Barabbas! 
06:078;0274['  ]| Mr*Dedalus cried. 
06:078;0274[F  ]| I wish to$4$ Christ he did!
06:078;0275['  ]| Mr*Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
06:078;0276[C  ]| ~~ No$7$, 
06:078;0276['  ]| Mr*Bloom said, 
06:078;0276[C  ]| the son himself ~~.
06:078;0277['  ]| Martin*Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:
06:078;0278[G  ]| ~~ Reuben*J and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on$4$ their
06:078;0279[G  ]| way to$4$ the Isle*of*Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and
06:078;0280[G  ]| over the wall with him into the Liffey.
06:078;0281[F  ]| ~~ For$4$ God' sake! 
06:078;0281['  ]| Mr*Dedalus exclaimed in$4$ fright. 
06:078;0281[F  ]| Is he dead?
06:078;0282[G  ]| ~~ Dead! 
06:078;0282['  ]| Martin*Cunningham cried. 
06:078;0282[G  ]| Not he! A boatman got a pole and
06:078;0283[G  ]| fished him out by$4$ the slack of the breeches and he was landed up$5$ to$4$ the
06:078;0284[G  ]| father on$4$ the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.
06:078;0285[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
06:078;0285['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:078;0285[C  ]| But the funny part is ~~.
06:078;0286[G  ]| ~~ And Reuben*J, 
06:078;0286['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said, 
06:078;0286[G  ]| gave the boatman a florin for$4$
06:078;0287[G  ]| saving his son's life.
06:078;0288['  ]| A stifled sigh came from under Mr*Power's hand.
06:078;0289[G  ]| ~~ O, he did, 
06:078;0289['  ]| Martin*Cunningham affirmed. 
06:078;0289[G  ]| Like$4$ a hero. A silver florin.
06:078;0290[C  ]| ~~ Is not it awfully good? 
06:078;0290['  ]| Mr*Bloom said eagerly.
06:078;0291[F  ]| ~~ One and eightpence too much, 
06:078;0291['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said drily.
06:078;0292['  ]| Mr*Power's choked laugh burst quietly in$4$ the carriage.
06:078;0293@c   | Nelson's pillar.
06:078;0294[X  ]| ~~ Eight plums a penny! Eight for$4$ a penny!
06:078;0295[G  ]| ~~ We had better look a little serious, 
06:078;0295['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:078;0296['  ]| Mr*Dedalus sighed.
06:078;0297[F  ]| ~~ Ah then indeed, 
06:078;0297['  ]| he said, 
06:078;0297[F  ]| poor little Paddy would not grudge us a laugh.
06:078;0298[F  ]| Many a good one he told himself.
06:078;0299[H  ]| ~~ The Lord forgive me! 
06:078;0299['  ]| Mr*Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his
06:078;0300['  ]| fingers. 
06:078;0300[H  ]| Poor Paddy! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and he
06:079;0301[H  ]| was in$4$ his usual health that$3$ I would be driving after him like$4$ this. He is gone
06:079;0302[H  ]| from us.
06:079;0303[F  ]| ~~ As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, 
06:079;0303['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:079;0303[F  ]| He went very
06:079;0304[F  ]| suddenly.
06:079;0305[G  ]| ~~ Breakdown, 
06:079;0305['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:079;0305[G  ]| Heart.
06:079;0306['  ]| He tapped his chest sadly.
06:079;0307@c   | Blazing face: redhot. Too much John*Barleycorn. Cure for$4$ a red
06:079;0308@c   | nose. Drink like$4$ the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
06:079;0309@c   | colouring it.
06:079;0310['  ]| Mr*Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.
06:079;0311[H  ]| ~~ He had a sudden death, poor fellow, 
06:079;0311['  ]| he said.
06:079;0312[C  ]| ~~ The best death, 
06:079;0312['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
06:079;0313['  ]| Their wideopen eyes looked at him.
06:079;0314[C  ]| ~~ No$2$ suffering, 
06:079;0314['  ]| he said. 
06:079;0314[C  ]| A moment and all is over. Like$4$ dying in$4$ sleep.
06:079;0315['  ]| No-one spoke.
06:079;0316@c   | Dead side of the street this. Dull business by$4$ day, land agents,
06:079;0317@c   | temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's,
06:079;0318@c   | catholic club, the industrious blind. Why? Some reason. Sun or wind. At
06:079;0319@c   | night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father*Mathew.
06:079;0320@c   | Foundation stone for$4$ Parnell. Breakdown. Heart.
06:079;0321['  ]| White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda
06:079;0322['  ]| corner, galloping. A tiny coffin flashed by$5$.
06:079;0322@c   | In$4$ a hurry to$9$ bury. A mourning
06:079;0323@c   | coach. Unmarried. Black for$4$ the married. Piebald for$4$ bachelors. Dun for$4$ a
06:079;0324@c   | nun.
06:079;0325[G  ]| ~~ Sad, 
06:079;0325['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:079;0325[G  ]| A child.
06:079;0326@c   | A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like$4$ little Rudy's was. Dwarf's
06:079;0327@c   | body, weak as putty, in$4$ a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society pays.
06:079;0328@c   | Penny a week for$4$ a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby. Meant nothing.
06:079;0329@c   | Mistake of nature. If it is healthy it is from the mother. If not from the man.
06:079;0330@c   | Better luck next time.
06:079;0331[F  ]| ~~ Poor little thing, 
06:079;0331['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:079;0331[F  ]| It is well out of it.
06:079;0332['  ]| The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland*square. 
06:079;0332@c   | Rattle
06:079;0333@c   | his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.
06:079;0334[G  ]| ~~ In$4$ the midst of life, 
06:079;0334['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:079;0335[H  ]| ~~ But the worst of all, 
06:079;0335['  ]| Mr*Power said, 
06:079;0335[H  ]| is the man who$6#1$ takes his own life.
06:079;0336['  ]| Martin*Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it
06:079;0337['  ]| back.
06:079;0338[H  ]| ~~ The greatest disgrace to$9$ have in$4$ the family, 
06:079;0338['  ]| Mr*Power added.
06:079;0339[G  ]| ~~ Temporary insanity, of course, 
06:079;0339['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said decisively. 
06:079;0339[G  ]| We
06:079;0340[G  ]| must take a charitable view of it.
06:079;0341[F  ]| ~~ They say a man who$6#1$ does it is a coward, 
06:079;0341['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said.
06:079;0342[G  ]| ~~ It is not for$4$ us to$9$ judge, 
06:079;0342['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:079;0343['  ]| Mr*Bloom, about to$9$ speak, closed his lips again. 
06:079;0343@c   | Martin*Cunningham's
06:079;0344@c   | large eyes. Looking away now. Sympathetic human man he
06:079;0345@c   | is. Intelligent. Like$4$ Shakespeare's face. Always a good word to$9$ say. They
06:080;0346@c   | have no$2$ mercy on$4$ that$6#2$ here or infanticide. Refuse christian burial. They
06:080;0347@c   | used to$9$ drive a stake of wood through his heart in$4$ the grave. As if it was not
06:080;0348@c   | broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in$4$ the riverbed
06:080;0349@c   | clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that$6#2$ awful drunkard of a wife of
06:080;0350@c   | his. Setting up$5$ house for$4$ her time after time and then pawning the furniture
06:080;0351@c   | on$4$ him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the damned. Wear
06:080;0352@c   | the heart out of a stone, that$6#2$. Monday morning. Start afresh. Shoulder to$4$
06:080;0353@c   | the wheel. Lord, she must have looked a sight that$6#2$ night Dedalus told me he
06:080;0354@c   | was in$4$ there. Drunk about the place and capering with Martin's umbrella.
06:080;0355[X  ]| \And they call me the jewel of Asia,\
06:080;0356[X  ]| \Of Asia,\
06:080;0357[X  ]| \The geisha.\
06:080;0358@c   | He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.
06:080;0359@c   | That$6#2$ afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on$4$ the table. The
06:080;0360@c   | room in$4$ the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through the
06:080;0361@c   | slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy. Boots
06:080;0362@c   | giving evidence. Thought he was asleep first. Then saw like$4$ yellow streaks
06:080;0363@c   | on$4$ his face. Had slipped down to$4$ the foot of the bed. Verdict: overdose.
06:080;0364@c   | Death by$4$ misadventure. The letter.
06:080;0364[Z  ]| For$4$ my son Leopold.
06:080;0365@c   | No$2$ more pain. Wake no$2$ more. Nobody owns.
06:080;0366['  ]| The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington*street. Over the stones.
06:080;0367[G  ]| ~~ We are going the pace, I think, 
06:080;0367['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:080;0368[H  ]| ~~ God grant he does not upset us on$4$ the road, 
06:080;0368['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:080;0369[G  ]| ~~ I hope not, 
06:080;0369['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:080;0369[G  ]| That$6#2$ will$1$ be a great race tomorrow
06:080;0370[G  ]| in$4$ Germany. The Gordon*Bennett.
06:080;0371[F  ]| ~~ Yes, by$4$ Jove, 
06:080;0371['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:080;0371[F  ]| That$6#2$ will$1$ be worth seeing, faith.
06:080;0372['  ]| As they turned into Berkeley*street a streetorgan near the Basin sent
06:080;0373['  ]| over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. 
06:080;0373[Z  ]| Has anybody
06:080;0374[Z  ]| here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. 
06:080;0374@c   | Dead March from \Saul\. He is as bad
06:080;0375@c   | as old Antonio. He left me on$4$ my ownio. Pirouette! The \Mater*Misericordiae\. 
06:080;0376@c   | Eccles*street. My house down there. Big place. Ward for$4$
06:080;0377@c   | incurables there. Very encouraging. Our*Lady's*Hospice*for*the*dying.
06:080;0378@c   | Deadhouse handy underneath. Where old Mrs*Riordan died. They look
06:080;0379@c   | terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the
06:080;0380@c   | spoon. Then the screen round her bed for$4$ her to$9$ die. Nice young student
06:080;0381@c   | that$6#2$ was dressed that$6#2$ bite the bee gave me. He is gone over to$4$ the lying-in
06:080;0382@c   | hospital they told me. From one extreme to$4$ the other.
06:080;0383['  ]| The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.
06:080;0384[X  ]| ~~ What is wrong now?
06:080;0385['  ]| A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing,
06:080;0386['  ]| slouching by$5$ on$4$ padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on$4$ their clotted
06:080;0387['  ]| bony croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating
06:080;0388['  ]| their fear.
06:081;0389[H  ]| ~~ Emigrants, 
06:081;0389['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:081;0390[V  ]| ~~ Huuuh! 
06:081;0390['  ]| the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on$4$ their flanks.
06:081;0391[V  ]| Huuuh! out of that$6#2$!
06:081;0392@c   | Thursday, of course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold
06:081;0393@c   | them about twentyseven quid each. For$4$ Liverpool probably. Roastbeef for$4$
06:081;0394@c   | old England. They buy up$5$ all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter lost:
06:081;0395@c   | all that$6#2$ raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to$4$ a big thing in$4$ a year. Dead
06:081;0396@c   | meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for$4$ tanneries, soap,
06:081;0397@c   | margarine. Wonder if that$6#2$ dodge works now getting dicky meat off the
06:081;0398@c   | train at Clonsilla.
06:081;0399['  ]| The carriage moved on$5$ through the drove.
06:081;0400[C  ]| ~~ I can not make out why the corporation does not run a tramline from the
06:081;0401[C  ]| parkgate to$4$ the quays, 
06:081;0401['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:081;0401[C  ]| All those animals could be taken in$4$
06:081;0402[C  ]| trucks down to$4$ the boats.
06:081;0403[G  ]| ~~ Instead of blocking up$5$ the thoroughfare, 
06:081;0403['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:081;0403[G  ]| Quite
06:081;0404[G  ]| right. They ought to$9$.
06:081;0405[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
06:081;0405['  ]| Mr*Bloom said, 
06:081;0405[C  ]| and another thing I often thought, is to$9$ have
06:081;0406[C  ]| municipal funeral trams like$3$ they have in$4$ Milan, you know. Run the line out
06:081;0407[C  ]| to$4$ the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all.
06:081;0408[C  ]| Do not you see what I mean?
06:081;0409[F  ]| ~~ O, that$6#2$ be damned for$4$ a story, 
06:081;0409['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:081;0409[F  ]| Pullman car and saloon
06:081;0410[F  ]| diningroom.
06:081;0411[H  ]| ~~ A poor lookout for$4$ Corny, 
06:081;0411['  ]| Mr*Power added.
06:081;0412[C  ]| ~~ Why? 
06:081;0412['  ]| Mr*Bloom asked, turning to$4$ Mr*Dedalus. 
06:081;0412[C  ]| Would not it be more
06:081;0413[C  ]| decent than galloping two abreast?
06:081;0414[F  ]| ~~ Well, there is something in$4$ that$6#2$, 
06:081;0414['  ]| Mr*Dedalus granted.
06:081;0415[G  ]| ~~ And, 
06:081;0415['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said, 
06:081;0415[G  ]| we would not have scenes like$4$ that$6#2$ when
06:081;0416[G  ]| the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin on$5$ to$4$ the road.
06:081;0417[H  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ was terrible, 
06:081;0417['  ]| Mr*Power's shocked face said, 
06:081;0417[H  ]| and the corpse fell
06:081;0418[H  ]| about the road. Terrible!
06:081;0419[F  ]| ~~ First round Dunphy's, 
06:081;0419['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said, nodding. 
06:081;0419[F  ]| Gordon*Bennett cup.
06:081;0420[G  ]| ~~ Praises be to$4$ God! 
06:081;0420['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said piously.
06:081;0421@c   | Bom! Upset. A coffin bumped out on$5$ to$4$ the road. Burst open. Paddy*Dignam 
06:081;0422@c   | shot out and rolling over stiff in$4$ the dust in$4$ a brown habit too large
06:081;0423@c   | for$4$ him. Red face: grey now. Mouth fallen open. Asking what is up$5$ now.
06:081;0424@c   | Quite right to$9$ close it. Looks horrid open. Then the insides decompose
06:081;0425@c   | quickly. Much better to$9$ close up$5$ all the orifices. Yes, also. With wax. The
06:081;0426@c   | sphincter loose. Seal up$5$ all.
06:081;0427[H  ]| ~~ Dunphy's, 
06:081;0427['  ]| Mr*Power announced as the carriage turned right.
06:081;0428@c   | Dunphy's*corner. Mourning coaches drawn up$5$, drowning their grief.
06:081;0429@c   | A pause by$4$ the wayside. Tiptop position for$4$ a pub. Expect we will$1$ pull up$5$ here
06:081;0430@c   | on$4$ the way back to$9$ drink his health. Pass round the consolation. Elixir of
06:081;0431@c   | life.
06:081;0432@c   | But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in$4$
06:081;0433@c   | the knocking about? He would and he would not, I suppose. Depends on$4$
06:082;0434@c   | where. The circulation stops. Still some might ooze out of an artery. It
06:082;0435@c   | would be better to$9$ bury them in$4$ red: a dark red.
06:082;0436['  ]| In$4$ silence they drove along Phibsborough*road. An empty hearse
06:082;0437['  ]| trotted by$5$, coming from the cemetery: 
06:082;0437@c   | looks relieved.
06:082;0438@c   | Crossguns*bridge: the royal*canal.
06:082;0439['  ]| Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on$4$ his
06:082;0440['  ]| dropping barge, between clamps of turf.
06:082;0440@c   | On$4$ the towpath by$4$ the lock a
06:082;0441@c   | slacktethered horse. Aboard*of*the*Bugabu.
06:082;0442['  ]| Their eyes watched him. On$4$ the slow weedy waterway he had floated
06:082;0443['  ]| on$4$ his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by$4$ a haulage rope past beds of
06:082;0444['  ]| reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs. 
06:082;0444@c   | Athlone, Mullingar,
06:082;0445@c   | Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to$9$ see Milly by$4$ the canal. Or cycle
06:082;0446@c   | down. Hire some old crock, safety. Wren had one the other day at the
06:082;0447@c   | auction but a lady's. Developing waterways. James*M^'Cann's hobby to$9$ row
06:082;0448@c   | me o'er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By$4$ easy stages. Houseboats. Camping
06:082;0449@c   | out. Also hearses. To$4$ heaven by$4$ water. Perhaps I will$1$ without writing.
06:082;0450@c   | Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by$4$ lock to$4$
06:082;0451@c   | Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. 
06:082;0451['  ]| He lifted his brown straw
06:082;0452['  ]| hat, saluting Paddy*Dignam.
06:082;0453['  ]| They drove on$5$ past Brian*Boroimhe house. 
06:082;0453@c   | Near it now.
06:082;0454[H  ]| ~~ I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on$5$, 
06:082;0454['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:082;0455[F  ]| ~~ Better ask Tom*Kernan, 
06:082;0455['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said.
06:082;0456[G  ]| ~~ How is that$6#2$? 
06:082;0456['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:082;0456[G  ]| Left him weeping, I suppose?
06:082;0457[F  ]| ~~ Though lost to$4$ sight, 
06:082;0457['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said, 
06:082;0457[F  ]| to$4$ memory dear.
06:082;0458['  ]| The carriage steered left for$4$ Finglas*road.
06:082;0459@c   | The stonecutter's yard on$4$ the right. Last lap. Crowded on$4$ the spit of
06:082;0460@c   | land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding out calm hands, knelt
06:082;0461@c   | in$4$ grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In$4$ white silence: appealing.
06:082;0462@c   | The best obtainable. Thos%-H%*Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor.
06:082;0463@c   | Passed.
06:082;0464['  ]| On$4$ the curbstone before Jimmy*Geary, the sexton's, an old tramp sat,
06:082;0465['  ]| grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
06:082;0466['  ]| yawning boot. 
06:082;0466@c   | After life's journey.
06:082;0467['  ]| Gloomy gardens then went by$5$: one by$4$ one: gloomy houses.
06:082;0468['  ]| Mr*Power pointed.
06:082;0469[H  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is where Childs was murdered, 
06:082;0469['  ]| he said. 
06:082;0469[H  ]| The last house.
06:082;0470[F  ]| ~~ So$5#2$ it is, 
06:082;0470['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:082;0470[F  ]| A gruesome case. Seymour*Bushe got him off.
06:082;0471[F  ]| Murdered his brother. Or so$5#2$ they said.
06:082;0472[H  ]| ~~ The crown had no$2$ evidence, 
06:082;0472['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:082;0473[G  ]| ~~ Only circumstantial, 
06:082;0473['  ]| Martin*Cunningham added. 
06:082;0473[G  ]| That$6#2$ is the maxim of
06:082;0474[G  ]| the law. Better for$4$ ninetynine guilty to$9$ escape than for$4$ one innocent person
06:082;0475[G  ]| to$9$ be wrongfully condemned.
06:082;0476['  ]| They looked. 
06:082;0476@c   | Murderer's ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered,
06:082;0477@c   | tenantless, unweeded garden. Whole place gone to$4$ hell. Wrongfully
06:082;0478@c   | condemned. Murder. The murderer's image in$4$ the eye of the murdered.
06:083;0479@c   | They love reading about it. Man's head found in$4$ a garden. Her clothing
06:083;0480@c   | consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used.
06:083;0481@c   | Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to$9$ be exhumed.
06:083;0482@c   | Murder will$1$ out.
06:083;0483@c   | Cramped in$4$ this carriage. She might not like$1$ me to$9$ come that$6#2$ way
06:083;0484@c   | without letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once
06:083;0485@c   | with their pants down. Never forgive you after. Fifteen.
06:083;0486['  ]| The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. 
06:083;0486@c   | Dark poplars,
06:083;0487@c   | rare white forms. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the
06:083;0488@c   | trees, white forms and fragments streaming by$5$ mutely, sustaining vain
06:083;0489@c   | gestures on$4$ the air.
06:083;0490['  ]| The felly harshed against the curbstone: stopped. Martin*Cunningham
06:083;0491['  ]| put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the
06:083;0492['  ]| door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr*Power and Mr*Dedalus
06:083;0493['  ]| followed.
06:083;0494@c   | Change that$6#2$ soap now. 
06:083;0494['  ]| Mr*Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket
06:083;0495['  ]| swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to$4$ his inner handkerchief
06:083;0496['  ]| pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other
06:083;0497['  ]| hand still held.
06:083;0498@c   | Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It is all the same.
06:083;0499@c   | Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death.
06:083;0500['  ]| Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by$4$ his barrow of cakes and fruit.
06:083;0501@c   | Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for$4$ the dead. Dogbiscuits.
06:083;0502@c   | Who$6#2$ ate them? Mourners coming out.
06:083;0503['  ]| He followed his companions. Mr*Kernan and Ned*Lambert followed,
06:083;0504['  ]| Hynes walking after them. Corny*Kelleher stood by$4$ the opened hearse and
06:083;0505['  ]| took out the two wreaths. He handed one to$4$ the boy.
06:083;0506@c   | Where is that$6#2$ child's funeral disappeared to$4$?
06:083;0507['  ]| A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread,
06:083;0508['  ]| dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on$4$ which$6#1$ lay a
06:083;0509['  ]| granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted. 
06:083;0509@c   | Coffin now.
06:083;0510@c   | Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it with his plume
06:083;0511@c   | skeowways. Dull eye: collar tight on$4$ his neck, pressing on$4$ a bloodvessel or
06:083;0512@c   | something. Do they know what they cart out here every day? Must be
06:083;0513@c   | twenty or thirty funerals every day. Then Mount*Jerome for$4$ the
06:083;0514@c   | protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute.
06:083;0515@c   | Shovelling them under by$4$ the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour.
06:083;0516@c   | Too many in$4$ the world.
06:083;0517['  ]| Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. 
06:083;0517@c   | Leanjawed
06:083;0518@c   | harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl's face stained with
06:083;0519@c   | dirt and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking up$5$ at her for$4$ a sign to$9$ cry.
06:083;0520@c   | Fish's face, bloodless and livid.
06:083;0521['  ]| The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in$5$ through the gates. 
06:083;0521@c   | So$5#1$
06:083;0522@c   | much dead weight. Felt heavier myself stepping out of that$6#2$ bath. First the
06:084;0523@c   | stiff: then the friends of the stiff. 
06:084;0523['  ]| Corny*Kelleher and the boy followed with
06:084;0524['  ]| their wreaths. 
06:084;0524@c   | Who$6#2$ is that$6#2$ beside them? Ah, the brother-in-law.
06:084;0525['  ]| All walked after.
06:084;0526['  ]| Martin*Cunningham whispered:
06:084;0527[G  ]| ~~ I was in$4$ mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.
06:084;0528[H  ]| ~~ What? 
06:084;0528['  ]| Mr*Power whispered. 
06:084;0528[H  ]| How so$5#2$?
06:084;0529[G  ]| ~~ His father poisoned himself, 
06:084;0529['  ]| Martin*Cunningham whispered. 
06:084;0529[G  ]| Had the
06:084;0530[G  ]| Queen's*hotel in$4$ Ennis. You heard him say he was going to$4$ Clare.
06:084;0531[G  ]| Anniversary.
06:084;0532[H  ]| ~~ O God! 
06:084;0532['  ]| Mr*Power whispered. 
06:084;0532[H  ]| First I heard of it. Poisoned himself?
06:084;0533['  ]| He glanced behind him to$4$ where a face with dark thinking eyes
06:084;0534['  ]| followed towards the cardinal's mausoleum. Speaking.
06:084;0535[C  ]| ~~ Was he insured? 
06:084;0535['  ]| Mr*Bloom asked.
06:084;0536[I  ]| ~~ I believe so$5#2$, 
06:084;0536['  ]| Mr*Kernan answered. 
06:084;0536[I  ]| But the policy was heavily mortgaged.
06:084;0537[I  ]| Martin is trying to$9$ get the youngster into Artane.
06:084;0538[C  ]| ~~ How many children did he leave?
06:084;0539[I  ]| ~~ Five. Ned*Lambert says he will$1$ try to$9$ get one of the girls into Todd's.
06:084;0540[C  ]| ~~ A sad case, 
06:084;0540['  ]| Mr*Bloom said gently. 
06:084;0540[C  ]| Five young children.
06:084;0541[I  ]| ~~ A great blow to$4$ the poor wife, 
06:084;0541['  ]| Mr*Kernan added.
06:084;0542[C  ]| ~~ Indeed yes, 
06:084;0542['  ]| Mr*Bloom agreed.
06:084;0543@c   | Has the laugh at him now.
06:084;0544['  ]| He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. 
06:084;0544@c   | She had
06:084;0545@c   | outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for$4$ her than for$4$ me. One must
06:084;0546@c   | outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in$4$ the
06:084;0547@c   | world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you will$1$ soon follow him.
06:084;0548@c   | For$4$ Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No$7$. Yet who$6#1$
06:084;0549@c   | knows after. Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on$4$
06:084;0550@c   | a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in$4$
06:084;0551@c   | the end she put a few violets in$4$ her bonnet. Vain in$4$ her heart of hearts. All
06:084;0552@c   | for$4$ a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the substance.
06:084;0553@c   | Something new to$9$ hope for$4$ not like$4$ the past she wanted back, waiting. It
06:084;0554@c   | never comes. One must go first: alone, under the ground: and lie no$2$ more
06:084;0555@c   | in$4$ her warm bed.
06:084;0556[L  ]| ~~ How are you, Simon? 
06:084;0556['  ]| Ned*Lambert said softly, clasping hands. 
06:084;0556[L  ]| Have not
06:084;0557[L  ]| seen you for$4$ a month of Sundays.
06:084;0558[F  ]| ~~ Never better. How are all in$4$ Cork's own town?
06:084;0559[L  ]| ~~ I was down there for$4$ the Cork park races on$4$ Easter*Monday, 
06:084;0559['  ]| Ned*Lambert
06:084;0560['  ]| said. 
06:084;0560[L  ]| Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick*Tivy.
06:084;0561[F  ]| ~~ And how is Dick, the solid man?
06:084;0562[L  ]| ~~ Nothing between himself and heaven, 
06:084;0562['  ]| Ned*Lambert answered.
06:084;0563[F  ]| ~~ By$4$ the holy Paul! 
06:084;0563['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said in$4$ subdued wonder. 
06:084;0563[F  ]| Dick*Tivy bald?
06:084;0564[L  ]| ~~ Martin is going to$9$ get up$5$ a whip for$4$ the youngsters, 
06:084;0564['  ]| Ned*Lambert said,
06:084;0565['  ]| pointing ahead. 
06:084;0565[L  ]| A few bob a skull. Just to$9$ keep them going till the insurance
06:084;0566[L  ]| is cleared up$5$.
06:085;0567[F  ]| ~~ Yes, yes, 
06:085;0567['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said dubiously. 
06:085;0567[F  ]| Is that$6#2$ the eldest boy in$4$ front?
06:085;0568[L  ]| ~~ Yes, 
06:085;0568['  ]| Ned*Lambert said, 
06:085;0568[L  ]| with the wife's brother. John*Henry*Menton is
06:085;0569[L  ]| behind. He put down his name for$4$ a quid.
06:085;0570[F  ]| ~~ I will$1$ engage he did, 
06:085;0570['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:085;0570[F  ]| I often told poor Paddy he ought to$9$
06:085;0571[F  ]| mind that$6#2$ job. John*Henry is not the worst in$4$ the world.
06:085;0572[L  ]| ~~ How did he lose it? 
06:085;0572['  ]| Ned*Lambert asked. 
06:085;0572[L  ]| Liquor, what?
06:085;0573[F  ]| ~~ Many a good man's fault, 
06:085;0573['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said with a sigh.
06:085;0574['  ]| They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr*Bloom stood
06:085;0575['  ]| behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and
06:085;0576['  ]| at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. 
06:085;0576@c   | Poor boy! Was he
06:085;0577@c   | there when the father? Both unconscious. Lighten up$5$ at the last moment
06:085;0578@c   | and recognise for$4$ the last time. All he might have done. I owe three shillings
06:085;0579@c   | to$4$ O'Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin into the
06:085;0580@c   | chapel. Which$6#2$ end is his head?
06:085;0581['  ]| After a moment he followed the others in$5$, blinking in$4$ the screened
06:085;0582['  ]| light. The coffin lay on$4$ its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at
06:085;0583['  ]| its corners. 
06:085;0583@c   | Always in$4$ front of us. 
06:085;0583['  ]| Corny*Kelleher, laying a wreath at each
06:085;0584['  ]| fore corner, beckoned to$4$ the boy to$9$ kneel. The mourners knelt here and
06:085;0585['  ]| there in$4$ prayingdesks. Mr*Bloom stood behind near the font and, when all
06:085;0586['  ]| had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his pocket and
06:085;0587['  ]| knelt his right knee upon$4$ it. He fitted his black hat gently on$4$ his left knee
06:085;0588['  ]| and, holding its brim, bent over piously.
06:085;0589['  ]| A server bearing a brass bucket with something in$4$ it came out through
06:085;0590['  ]| a door. The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one
06:085;0591['  ]| hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly. 
06:085;0591[XX ]| Who$6#2$ will$1$
06:085;0592[XX ]| read the book? I, said the rook.
06:085;0593['  ]| They halted by$4$ the bier and the priest began to$9$ read out of his book
06:085;0594['  ]| with a fluent croak.
06:085;0595@c   | Father*Coffey. I knew his name was like$4$ a coffin. Dominenamine.
06:085;0596@c   | Bully about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe
06:085;0597@c   | betide anyone that$6#1$ looks crooked at him: priest. Thou art Peter. Burst
06:085;0598@c   | sideways like$4$ a sheep in$4$ clover Dedalus says he will$1$. With a belly on$4$ him
06:085;0599@c   | like$4$ a poisoned pup. Most amusing expressions that$6#1$ man finds. Hhhn: burst
06:085;0600@c   | sideways.
06:085;0601[Z  ]| ~~ \7Non 7intres 7in 7judicium 7cum 7servo 7tuo, 7Domine.\
06:085;0602@c   | Makes them feel more important to$9$ be prayed over in$4$ Latin. Requiem
06:085;0603@c   | mass. Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on$4$ the altarlist.
06:085;0604@c   | Chilly place this. Want to$9$ feed well, sitting in$4$ there all the morning in$4$ the
06:085;0605@c   | gloom kicking his heels waiting for$4$ the next please. Eyes of a toad too.
06:085;0606@c   | What swells him up$5$ that$6#2$ way? Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Air of the
06:085;0607@c   | place maybe. Looks full up$5$ of bad gas. Must be an infernal lot of bad gas
06:085;0608@c   | round the place. Butchers, for$4$ instance: they get like$4$ raw beefsteaks. Who$6#2$
06:085;0609@c   | was telling me? Mervyn*Browne. Down in$4$ the vaults of saint*Werburgh's
06:085;0610@c   | lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to$9$ bore a hole in$4$ the coffins
06:086;0611@c   | sometimes to$9$ let out the bad gas and burn it. Out it rushes: blue. One whiff
06:086;0612@c   | of that$6#2$ and you are a doner.
06:086;0613@c   | My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That$6#2$ is better.
06:086;0614['  ]| The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy's
06:086;0615['  ]| bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to$4$ the other end and
06:086;0616['  ]| shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in$4$ the bucket. 
06:086;0616@c   | As you
06:086;0617@c   | were before you rested. It is all written down: he has to$9$ do it.
06:086;0618[Z  ]| ~~ \7Et 7ne 7nos 7inducas 7in 7tentationem.\
06:086;0619['  ]| The server piped the answers in$4$ the treble. 
06:086;0619@c   | I often thought it would be
06:086;0620@c   | better to$9$ have boy servants. Up$5$ to$4$ fifteen or so$5#2$. After that$6#2$, of course ~
06:086;0621@c   | Holy water that$6#2$ was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed
06:086;0622@c   | up$5$ with that$6#2$ job, shaking that$6#2$ thing over all the corpses they trot up$5$. What
06:086;0623@c   | harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal day a fresh
06:086;0624@c   | batch: middleaged men, old women, children, women dead in$4$ childbirth,
06:086;0625@c   | men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little
06:086;0626@c   | sparrows' breasts. All the year round he prayed the same thing over them
06:086;0627@c   | all and shook water on$4$ top of them: sleep. On$4$ Dignam now.
06:086;0628[Z  ]| ~~ \7In 7paradisum.\
06:086;0629@c   | Said he was going to$4$ paradise or is in$4$ paradise. Says that$6#2$ over
06:086;0630@c   | everybody. Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to$9$ say something.
06:086;0631['  ]| The priest closed his book and went off, followed by$4$ the server.
06:086;0632['  ]| Corny*Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in$5$, hoisted
06:086;0633['  ]| the coffin again, carried it out and shoved it on$4$ their cart. Corny*Kelleher
06:086;0634['  ]| gave one wreath to$4$ the boy and one to$4$ the brother-in-law. All followed
06:086;0635['  ]| them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr*Bloom came last
06:086;0636['  ]| folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the ground till
06:086;0637['  ]| the coffincart wheeled off to$4$ the left. The metal wheels ground the gravel
06:086;0638['  ]| with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the trundled
06:086;0639['  ]| barrow along a lane of sepulchres.
06:086;0640['  ]| <The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo.>
06:086;0640@c   | Lord, I must not lilt here.
06:086;0641[F  ]| ~~ The O'Connell circle, 
06:086;0641['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said about him.
06:086;0642['  ]| Mr*Power's soft eyes went up$5$ to$4$ the apex of the lofty cone.
06:086;0643[H  ]| ~~ He is at rest, 
06:086;0643['  ]| he said, 
06:086;0643[H  ]| in$4$ the middle of his people, old Dan*O'. But his heart
06:086;0644[H  ]| is buried in$4$ Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here, Simon!
06:086;0645[F  ]| ~~ Her grave is over there, Jack, 
06:086;0645['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 
06:086;0645[F  ]| I will$1$ soon be stretched
06:086;0646[F  ]| beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.
06:086;0647['  ]| Breaking down, he began to$9$ weep to$4$ himself quietly, stumbling a little
06:086;0648['  ]| in$4$ his walk. Mr*Power took his arm.
06:086;0649[H  ]| ~~ She is better where she is, 
06:086;0649['  ]| he said kindly.
06:086;0650[F  ]| ~~ I suppose so$5#2$, 
06:086;0650['  ]| Mr*Dedalus said with a weak gasp. 
06:086;0650[F  ]| I suppose she is in$4$
06:086;0651[F  ]| heaven if there is a heaven.
06:086;0652['  ]| Corny*Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the
06:086;0653['  ]| mourners to$9$ plod by$5$.
06:086;0654[I  ]| ~~ Sad occasions, 
06:086;0654['  ]| Mr*Kernan began politely.
06:087;0655['  ]| Mr*Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
06:087;0656[I  ]| ~~ The others are putting on$5$ their hats, 
06:087;0656['  ]| Mr*Kernan said. 
06:087;0656[I  ]| I suppose we can
06:087;0657[I  ]| do so$5#2$ too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.
06:087;0658['  ]| They covered their heads.
06:087;0659[I  ]| ~~ The reverend gentleman read the service too quickly, do not you think? 
06:087;0659['  ]| Mr*Kernan
06:087;0660['  ]| said with reproof.
06:087;0661['  ]| Mr*Bloom nodded gravely looking in$4$ the quick bloodshot eyes. 
06:087;0661@c   | Secret
06:087;0662@c   | eyes, secretsearching. Mason, I think: not sure. Beside him again. We are
06:087;0663@c   | the last. In$4$ the same boat. Hope he will$1$ say something else.
06:087;0664['  ]| Mr*Kernan added:
06:087;0665[I  ]| ~~ The service of the Irish church used in$4$ Mount*Jerome is simpler, more
06:087;0666[I  ]| impressive I must say.
06:087;0667['  ]| Mr*Bloom gave prudent assent. 
06:087;0667@c   | The language of course was another
06:087;0668@c   | thing.
06:087;0669['  ]| Mr*Kernan said with solemnity:
06:087;0670[Z  ]| ~~ \I am the resurrection and the life.\
06:087;0670[I  ]| That$6#2$ touches a man's inmost heart.
06:087;0671[C  ]| ~~ It does, 
06:087;0671['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
06:087;0672@c   | Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in$4$ the six feet by$4$ two
06:087;0673@c   | with his toes to$4$ the daisies? No$2$ touching that$6#2$. Seat of the affections. Broken
06:087;0674@c   | heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day.
06:087;0675@c   | One fine day it gets bunged up$5$: and there you are. Lots of them lying
06:087;0676@c   | around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else.
06:087;0677@c   | The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That$6#2$ last
06:087;0678@c   | day idea. Knocking them all up$5$ out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus!
06:087;0679@c   | And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up$5$! Last day! Then every fellow
06:087;0680@c   | mousing around for$4$ his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find
06:087;0681@c   | damn all of himself that$6#2$ morning. Pennyweight of powder in$4$ a skull.
06:087;0682@c   | Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.
06:087;0683['  ]| Corny*Kelleher fell into step at their side.
06:087;0684[O  ]| ~~ Everything went off A-1, 
06:087;0684['  ]| he said. 
06:087;0684[O  ]| What?
06:087;0685['  ]| He looked on$4$ them from his drawling eye. 
06:087;0685@c   | Policeman's shoulders.
06:087;0686@c   | With your tooraloom tooraloom.
06:087;0687[I  ]| ~~ As it should be, 
06:087;0687['  ]| Mr*Kernan said.
06:087;0688[O  ]| ~~ What? Eh? 
06:087;0688['  ]| Corny*Kelleher said.
06:087;0689['  ]| Mr*Kernan assured him.
06:087;0690[Q  ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ is that$6#2$ chap behind with Tom*Kernan? 
06:087;0690['  ]| John*Henry*Menton asked. 
06:087;0690[Q  ]| I
06:087;0691[Q  ]| know his face.
06:087;0692['  ]| Ned*Lambert glanced back.
06:087;0693[L  ]| ~~ Bloom, 
06:087;0693['  ]| he said, 
06:087;0693[L  ]| Madame*Marion*Tweedy that$6#2$ was, is, I mean, the
06:087;0694[L  ]| soprano. She is his wife.
06:087;0695[Q  ]| ~~ O, to$9$ be sure, 
06:087;0695['  ]| John*Henry*Menton said. 
06:087;0695[Q  ]| I have not seen her for$4$ some time.
06:087;0696[Q  ]| She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen
06:087;0697[Q  ]| golden years ago, at Mat*Dillon's in$4$ Roundtown. And a good armful she
06:087;0698[Q  ]| was.
06:088;0699['  ]| He looked behind through the others.
06:088;0700[Q  ]| ~~ What is he? 
06:088;0700['  ]| he asked. 
06:088;0700[Q  ]| What does he do? Was not he in$4$ the stationery line?
06:088;0701[Q  ]| I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.
06:088;0702['  ]| Ned*Lambert smiled.
06:088;0703[L  ]| ~~ Yes, he was, 
06:088;0703['  ]| he said, 
06:088;0703[L  ]| in$4$ Wisdom*Hely's. A traveller for$4$ blottingpaper.
06:088;0704[Q  ]| ~~ In$4$ God's name, 
06:088;0704['  ]| John*Henry*Menton said, 
06:088;0704[Q  ]| what did she marry a coon like$4$
06:088;0705[Q  ]| that$6#2$ for$4$? She had plenty of game in$4$ her then.
06:088;0706[L  ]| ~~ Has still, 
06:088;0706['  ]| Ned*Lambert said. 
06:088;0706[L  ]| He does some canvassing for$4$ ads.
06:088;0707['  ]| John*Henry*Menton's large eyes stared ahead.
06:088;0708['  ]| The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly man, ambushed among
06:088;0709['  ]| the grasses, raised his hat in$4$ homage. The gravediggers touched their caps.
06:088;0710[H  ]| ~~ John*O'Connell, 
06:088;0710['  ]| Mr*Power said pleased. 
06:088;0710[H  ]| He never forgets a friend.
06:088;0711['  ]| Mr*O'Connell shook all their hands in$4$ silence. Mr*Dedalus said:
06:088;0712[F  ]| ~~ I am come to$9$ pay you another visit.
06:088;0713[V  ]| ~~ My dear Simon, 
06:088;0713['  ]| the caretaker answered in$4$ a low voice. 
06:088;0713[V  ]| I do not want your
06:088;0714[V  ]| custom at all.
06:088;0715['  ]| Saluting Ned*Lambert and John*Henry*Menton he walked on$5$ at
06:088;0716['  ]| Martin*Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.
06:088;0717[V  ]| ~~ Did you hear that$6#2$ one, 
06:088;0717['  ]| he asked them, 
06:088;0717[V  ]| about Mulcahy from the Coombe?
06:088;0718[G  ]| ~~ I did not, 
06:088;0718['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:088;0719['  ]| They bent their silk hats in$4$ concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The
06:088;0720['  ]| caretaker hung his thumbs in$4$ the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in$4$
06:088;0721['  ]| a discreet tone to$4$ their vacant smiles.
06:088;0722[V  ]| ~~ They tell the story, 
06:088;0722['  ]| he said, 
06:088;0722[V  ]| that$3$ two drunks came out here one foggy
06:088;0723[V  ]| evening to$9$ look for$4$ the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for$4$ Mulcahy
06:088;0724[V  ]| from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing about
06:088;0725[V  ]| in$4$ the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the drunks spelt out the
06:088;0726[V  ]| name: Terence*Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking up$5$ at a statue of
06:088;0727[V  ]| Our*Saviour the widow had got put up$5$.
06:088;0728['  ]| The caretaker blinked up$5$ at one of the sepulchres they passed. He
06:088;0729['  ]| resumed:
06:088;0730[V  ]| ~~ And, after blinking up$5$ at the sacred figure, 
06:088;0730[XX ]| \Not a bloody bit like$4$ the man\,
06:088;0731[V  ]| says he. 
06:088;0731[XX ]| \That$6#2$ is not Mulcahy\, 
06:088;0731[V  ]| says he, 
06:088;0731[XX ]| \whoever done it\.
06:088;0732['  ]| Rewarded by$4$ smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny*Kelleher,
06:088;0733['  ]| accepting the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he
06:088;0734['  ]| walked.
06:088;0735[G  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is all done with a purpose, 
06:088;0735['  ]| Martin*Cunningham explained to$4$ Hynes.
06:088;0736[S  ]| ~~ I know, 
06:088;0736['  ]| Hynes said. 
06:088;0736[S  ]| I know that$6#2$.
06:088;0737[G  ]| ~~ To$9$ cheer a fellow up$5$, 
06:088;0737['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said. 
06:088;0737[G  ]| It is pure goodheartedness:
06:088;0738[G  ]| damn the thing else.
06:088;0739['  ]| Mr*Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. 
06:088;0739@c   | All want to$9$ be on$4$
06:088;0740@c   | good terms with him. Decent fellow, John*O'Connell, real good sort. Keys:
06:088;0741@c   | like$4$ Keyes's ad: no$2$ fear of anyone getting out. No$2$ passout checks. \Habeas\
06:088;0742@c   | \corpus.\ I must see about that$6#2$ ad after the funeral. Did I write Ballsbridge on$4$
06:088;0743@c   | the envelope I took to$9$ cover when she disturbed me writing to$4$ Martha?
06:089;0744@c   | Hope it is not chucked in$4$ the dead letter office. Be the better of a shave. Grey
06:089;0745@c   | sprouting beard. That$6#2$ is the first sign when the hairs come out grey. And
06:089;0746@c   | temper getting cross. Silver threads among the grey. Fancy being his wife.
06:089;0747@c   | Wonder he had the gumption to$9$ propose to$4$ any girl. Come out and live in$4$
06:089;0748@c   | the graveyard. Dangle that$6#2$ before her. It might thrill her first. Courting
06:089;0749@c   | death. Shades of night hovering here with all the dead stretched about. The
06:089;0750@c   | shadows of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel*O'Connell must
06:089;0751@c   | be a descendant I suppose who$6#1$ is this used to$9$ say he was a queer breedy
06:089;0752@c   | man great catholic all the same like$4$ a big giant in$4$ the dark. Will o' the wisp.
06:089;0753@c   | Gas of graves. Want to$9$ keep her mind off it to$9$ conceive at all. Women
06:089;0754@c   | especially are so$5#1$ touchy. Tell her a ghost story in$4$ bed to$9$ make her sleep.
06:089;0755@c   | Have you ever seen a ghost? Well, I have. It was a pitchdark night. The
06:089;0756@c   | clock was on$4$ the stroke of twelve. Still they would kiss all right if properly keyed
06:089;0757@c   | up$5$. Whores in$4$ Turkish graveyards. Learn anything if taken young. You
06:089;0758@c   | might pick up$5$ a young widow here. Men like$1$ that$6#2$. Love among the
06:089;0759@c   | tombstones. Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In$4$ the midst of death we are in$4$ life.
06:089;0760@c   | Both ends meet. Tantalising for$4$ the poor dead. Smell of grilled beefsteaks to$4$
06:089;0761@c   | the starving. Gnawing their vitals. Desire to$9$ grig people. Molly wanting to$9$
06:089;0762@c   | do it at the window. Eight children he has anyway.
06:089;0763@c   | He has seen a fair share go under in$4$ his time, lying around him field
06:089;0764@c   | after field. Holy fields. More room if they buried them standing. Sitting or
06:089;0765@c   | kneeling you could not. Standing? His head might come up$5$ some day above
06:089;0766@c   | ground in$4$ a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground
06:089;0767@c   | must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it too: trim grass and edgings.
06:089;0768@c   | His garden Major*Gamble calls Mount*Jerome. Well, so$5#2$ it is. Ought to$9$ be
06:089;0769@c   | flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the
06:089;0770@c   | best opium Mastiansky told me. The Botanic*Gardens are just over there.
06:089;0771@c   | It's the blood sinking in$4$ the earth gives new life. Same idea those jews they
06:089;0772@c   | said killed the christian boy. Every man his price. Well preserved fat corpse,
06:089;0773@c   | gentleman, epicure, invaluable for$4$ fruit garden. A bargain. By$4$ carcass of
06:089;0774@c   | William*Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds
06:089;0775@c   | thirteen and six. With thanks.
06:089;0776@c   | I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh,
06:089;0777@c   | nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Rot
06:089;0778@c   | quick in$4$ damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy
06:089;0779@c   | kind of a cheesy. Then begin to$9$ get black, black treacle oozing out of them.
06:089;0780@c   | Then dried up$5$. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they are go on$5$
06:089;0781@c   | living. Changing about. Live for*ever practically. Nothing to$9$ feed on$4$ feed
06:089;0782@c   | on$4$ themselves.
06:089;0783@c   | But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply
06:089;0784@c   | swirling with them. Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little seaside
06:089;0785@c   | gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of power seeing
06:089;0786@c   | all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life. Cracking his
06:089;0787@c   | jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about the bulletin.
06:089;0788@c   | Spurgeon went to$4$ heaven 4-a.m. this morning. 11-p.m. (closing time). Not
06:090;0789@c   | arrived yet. Peter. The dead themselves the men anyhow would like$1$ to$9$ hear
06:090;0790@c   | an odd joke or the women to$9$ know what is in$4$ fashion. A juicy pear or
06:090;0791@c   | ladies' punch, hot, strong and sweet. Keep out the damp. You must laugh
06:090;0792@c   | sometimes so$3$ better do it that$6#2$ way. Gravediggers in$4$ \Hamlet\. Shows the
06:090;0793@c   | profound knowledge of the human heart. Dare not joke about the dead for$4$
06:090;0794@c   | two years at least. \De mortuis nil nisi prius.\ Go out of mourning first. Hard
06:090;0795@c   | to$9$ imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke. Read your own obituary
06:090;0796@c   | notice they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
06:090;0797[V  ]| ~~ How many have you for$4$ tomorrow? 
06:090;0797['  ]| the caretaker asked.
06:090;0798[O  ]| ~~ Two, 
06:090;0798['  ]| Corny*Kelleher said. 
06:090;0798[O  ]| Half ten and eleven.
06:090;0799['  ]| The caretaker put the papers in$4$ his pocket. The barrow had ceased to$9$
06:090;0800['  ]| trundle. The mourners split and moved to$4$ each side of the hole, stepping
06:090;0801['  ]| with care round the graves. The gravediggers bore the coffin and set its nose
06:090;0802['  ]| on$4$ the brink, looping the bands round it.
06:090;0803@c   | Burying him. We come to$9$ bury Caesar. His ides of March or June.
06:090;0804@c   | He does not know who$6#1$ is here nor care.
06:090;0805@c   | Now who$6#2$ is that$6#2$ lankylooking galoot over there in$4$ the macintosh?
06:090;0806@c   | Now who$6#2$ is he I would like$1$ to$9$ know? Now I would give a trifle to$9$ know who$6#1$ he is.
06:090;0807@c   | Always someone turns up$5$ you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on$4$ his
06:090;0808@c   | lonesome all his life. Yes, he could. Still he would have to$9$ get someone to$9$ sod him
06:090;0809@c   | after he died though he could dig his own grave. We all do. Only man
06:090;0810@c   | buries. No$7$, ants too. First thing strikes anybody. Bury the dead. Say
06:090;0811@c   | Robinson*Crusoe was true to$4$ life. Well then Friday buried him. Every
06:090;0812@c   | Friday buries a Thursday if you come to$9$ look at it.
06:090;0813@c   | \O, poor Robinson*Crusoe!\
06:090;0814@c   | \How could you possibly do so$5#2$?\
06:090;0815@c   | Poor Dignam! His last lie on$4$ the earth in$4$ his box. When you think of
06:090;0816@c   | them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could
06:090;0817@c   | invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding, let it down that$6#2$ way.
06:090;0818@c   | Ay but they might object to$9$ be buried out of another fellow's. They are so$5#1$
06:090;0819@c   | particular. Lay me in$4$ my native earth. Bit of clay from the holy land. Only a
06:090;0820@c   | mother and deadborn child ever buried in$4$ the one coffin. I see what it
06:090;0821@c   | means. I see. To$9$ protect him as long as possible even in$4$ the earth. The
06:090;0822@c   | Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in$4$ catacombs, mummies the same
06:090;0823@c   | idea.
06:090;0824['  ]| Mr*Bloom stood far back, his hat in$4$ his hand, counting the bared
06:090;0825['  ]| heads. 
06:090;0825@c   | Twelve. I am thirteen. No$7$. The chap in$4$ the macintosh is thirteen.
06:090;0826@c   | Death's number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He was not in$4$ the
06:090;0827@c   | chapel, that$6#2$ I will$1$ swear. Silly superstition that$6#2$ about thirteen.
06:090;0828@c   | Nice soft tweed Ned*Lambert has in$4$ that$6#2$ suit. Tinge of purple. I had
06:090;0829@c   | one like$4$ that$6#2$ when we lived in$4$ Lombard*street*west. Dressy fellow he was
06:090;0830@c   | once. Used to$9$ change three suits in$4$ the day. Must get that$6#2$ grey suit of mine
06:090;0831@c   | turned by$4$ Mesias. Hello. It is dyed. His wife I forgot he is not married or his
06:090;0832@c   | landlady ought to$9$ have picked out those threads for$4$ him.
06:091;0833['  ]| The coffin dived out of sight, eased down by$4$ the men straddled on$4$ the
06:091;0834['  ]| gravetrestles. They struggled up$5$ and out: and all uncovered. Twenty.
06:091;0835['  ]| Pause.
06:091;0836@c   | If we were all suddenly somebody else.
06:091;0837['  ]| Far away a donkey brayed. 
06:091;0837@c   | Rain. No$2$ such ass. Never see a dead one,
06:091;0838@c   | they say. Shame of death. They hide. Also poor papa went away.
06:091;0839['  ]| Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in$4$ a whisper. 
06:091;0839@c   | Whisper.
06:091;0840['  ]| The boy by$4$ the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly
06:091;0841['  ]| in$4$ the black open space. Mr*Bloom moved behind the portly kindly
06:091;0842['  ]| caretaker. 
06:091;0842@c   | Wellcut frockcoat. Weighing them up$5$ perhaps to$9$ see which$6#1$ will$1$
06:091;0843@c   | go next. Well, it is a long rest. Feel no$2$ more. It is the moment you feel. Must
06:091;0844@c   | be damned unpleasant. Can not believe it at first. Mistake must be: someone
06:091;0845@c   | else. Try the house opposite. Wait, I wanted to$9$. I have not yet. Then
06:091;0846@c   | darkened deathchamber. Light they want. Whispering around you. Would
06:091;0847@c   | you like$1$ to$9$ see a priest? Then rambling and wandering. Delirium all you hid
06:091;0848@c   | all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural. Press his lower
06:091;0849@c   | eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the soles of his
06:091;0850@c   | feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on$4$ the floor since he is
06:091;0851@c   | doomed. Devil in$4$ that$6#2$ picture of sinner's death showing him a woman.
06:091;0852@c   | Dying to$9$ embrace her in$4$ his shirt. Last act of \Lucia%*Shall*I*nevermore*behold*thee?\
06:091;0853@c   | Bam! He expires. Gone at last. People talk about you a bit:
06:091;0854@c   | forget you. Do not forget to$9$ pray for$4$ him. Remember him in$4$ your prayers.
06:091;0855@c   | Even Parnell. Ivy*day dying out. Then they follow: dropping into a hole,
06:091;0856@c   | one after the other.
06:091;0857@c   | We are praying now for$4$ the repose of his soul. Hoping you are well
06:091;0858@c   | and not in$4$ hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the fire
06:091;0859@c   | of purgatory.
06:091;0860@c   | Does he ever think of the hole waiting for$4$ himself? They say you do
06:091;0861@c   | when you shiver in$4$ the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy's warning.
06:091;0862@c   | Near you. Mine over there towards Finglas, the plot I bought. Mamma,
06:091;0863@c   | poor mamma, and little Rudy.
06:091;0864['  ]| The gravediggers took up$5$ their spades and flung heavy clods of clay
06:091;0865['  ]| in$5$ on$4$ the coffin. Mr*Bloom turned away his face. 
06:091;0865@c   | And if he was alive all the
06:091;0866@c   | time? Whew! By$4$ jingo, that$6#2$ would be awful! No$7$, no$7$: he is dead, of course.
06:091;0867@c   | Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to$9$ have some law to$9$
06:091;0868@c   | pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in$4$ the
06:091;0869@c   | coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of distress. Three days.
06:091;0870@c   | Rather long to$9$ keep them in$4$ summer. Just as well to$9$ get shut of them as
06:091;0871@c   | soon as you are sure there is no$2$.
06:091;0872['  ]| The clay fell softer. 
06:091;0872@c   | Begin to$9$ be forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind.
06:091;0873['  ]| The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on$5$ his hat. 
06:091;0873@c   | Had
06:091;0874@c   | enough of it. 
06:091;0874['  ]| The mourners took heart of grace, one by$4$ one, covering
06:091;0875['  ]| themselves without show. Mr*Bloom put on$5$ his hat and saw the portly
06:091;0876['  ]| figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of his
06:091;0877['  ]| ground, he traversed the dismal fields.
06:092;0878@c   | Hynes jotting down something in$4$ his notebook. Ah, the names. But he
06:092;0879@c   | knows them all. No$7$: coming to$4$ me.
06:092;0880[S  ]| ~~ I am just taking the names, 
06:092;0880['  ]| Hynes said below his breath. 
06:092;0880[S  ]| What is your
06:092;0881[S  ]| christian name? I am not sure.
06:092;0882[C  ]| ~~ L, 
06:092;0882['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:092;0882[C  ]| Leopold. And you might put down M^'Coy's name too.
06:092;0883[C  ]| He asked me to$9$.
06:092;0884[S  ]| ~~ Charley, 
06:092;0884['  ]| Hynes said writing. 
06:092;0884[S  ]| I know. He was on$4$ the \Freeman\ once.
06:092;0885@c   | So$3$ he was before he got the job in$4$ the morgue under Louis*Byrne.
06:092;0886@c   | Good idea a postmortem for$4$ doctors. Find out what they imagine they
06:092;0887@c   | know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few
06:092;0888@c   | ads. Charley, you are my darling. That$6#2$ was why he asked me to$9$. O well,
06:092;0889@c   | does no$2$ harm. I saw to$4$ that$6#2$, M^'Coy. Thanks, old chap: much obliged.
06:092;0890@c   | Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing.
06:092;0891[S  ]| ~~ And tell us, 
06:092;0891['  ]| Hynes said, 
06:092;0891[S  ]| do you know that$6#2$ fellow in$4$ the, fellow was over
06:092;0892[S  ]| there in$4$ the ~~
06:092;0893['  ]| He looked around.
06:092;0894[C  ]| ~~ Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, 
06:092;0894['  ]| Mr*Bloom said. 
06:092;0894[C  ]| Where is he now?
06:092;0895[S  ]| ~~ M^'Intosh, 
06:092;0895['  ]| Hynes said scribbling. 
06:092;0895[S  ]| I do not know who$6#1$ he is. Is that$6#2$ his
06:092;0896[S  ]| name?
06:092;0897['  ]| He moved away, looking about him.
06:092;0898[C  ]| ~~ No$7$, 
06:092;0898['  ]| Mr*Bloom began, turning and stopping. 
06:092;0898[C  ]| I say, Hynes!
06:092;0899@c   | Did not hear. What? Where has he disappeared to$4$? Not a sign. Well of
06:092;0900@c   | all the. 
06:092;0900@c   | Has anybody here seen? Kay ee double ell.
06:092;0900@c   | Become invisible. Good
06:092;0901@c   | Lord, what became of him?
06:092;0902['  ]| A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr*Bloom to$9$ take up$5$ an idle
06:092;0903['  ]| spade.
06:092;0904[C  ]| ~~ O, excuse me!
06:092;0905['  ]| He stepped aside nimbly.
06:092;0906['  ]| Clay, brown, damp, began to$9$ be seen in$4$ the hole. It rose. 
06:092;0906@c   | Nearly over.
06:092;0907['  ]| A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their
06:092;0908['  ]| spades. All uncovered again for$4$ a few instants. The boy propped his wreath
06:092;0909['  ]| against a corner: the brother-in-law his on$4$ a lump. The gravediggers put on$5$
06:092;0910['  ]| their caps and carried their earthy spades towards the barrow. Then
06:092;0911['  ]| knocked the blades lightly on$4$ the turf: clean. One bent to$9$ pluck from the
06:092;0912['  ]| haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on$5$ with
06:092;0913['  ]| shouldered weapon, its blade blueglancing. Silently at the gravehead
06:092;0914['  ]| another coiled the coffinband. 
06:092;0914@c   | His navelcord. 
06:092;0914['  ]| The brother-in-law, turning
06:092;0915['  ]| away, placed something in$4$ his free hand. 
06:092;0915@c   | Thanks in$4$ silence. Sorry, sir:
06:092;0916@c   | trouble. Headshake. I know that$6#2$. For$4$ yourselves just.
06:092;0917['  ]| The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by$4$ devious paths,
06:092;0918['  ]| staying at whiles to$9$ read a name on$4$ a tomb.
06:092;0919[S  ]| ~~ Let us go round by$4$ the chief's grave, 
06:092;0919['  ]| Hynes said. 
06:092;0919[S  ]| We have time.
06:092;0920[H  ]| ~~ Let us, 
06:092;0920['  ]| Mr*Power said.
06:092;0921['  ]| They turned to$4$ the right, following their slow thoughts. With awe Mr*Power's
06:092;0922['  ]| blank voice spoke:
06:093;0923[H  ]| ~~ Some say he is not in$4$ that$6#2$ grave at all. That$3$ the coffin was filled with
06:093;0924[H  ]| stones. That$3$ one day he will$1$ come again.
06:093;0925['  ]| Hynes shook his head.
06:093;0926[S  ]| ~~ Parnell will$1$ never come again, 
06:093;0926['  ]| he said. 
06:093;0926[S  ]| He is there, all that$6#1$ was mortal of
06:093;0927[S  ]| him. Peace to$4$ his ashes.
06:093;0928['  ]| Mr*Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by$4$ saddened angels,
06:093;0929['  ]| crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes,
06:093;0930['  ]| old Ireland's hearts and hands. 
06:093;0930@c   | More sensible to$9$ spend the money on$4$ some
06:093;0931@c   | charity for$4$ the living. Pray for$4$ the repose of the soul of. Does anybody
06:093;0932@c   | really? Plant him and have done with him. Like$3$ down a coalshoot. Then
06:093;0933@c   | lump them together to$9$ save time. All souls' day. Twentyseventh I will$1$ be at his
06:093;0934@c   | grave. Ten shillings for$4$ the gardener. He keeps it free of weeds. Old man
06:093;0935@c   | himself. Bent down double with his shears clipping. Near death's door.
06:093;0936@c   | Who$6#1$ passed away. Who$6#1$ departed this life. As if they did it of their own
06:093;0937@c   | accord. Got the shove, all of them. Who$6#1$ kicked the bucket. More interesting
06:093;0938@c   | if they told you what they were. So*and*So, wheelwright. I travelled for$4$
06:093;0939@c   | cork lino. I paid five shillings in$4$ the pound. Or a woman's with her
06:093;0940@c   | saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew. Eulogy in$4$ a country churchyard it
06:093;0941@c   | ought to$9$ be that$6#2$ poem of whose is it Wordsworth or Thomas*Campbell.
06:093;0942@c   | Entered into rest the protestants put it. Old Dr*Murren's. The great
06:093;0943@c   | physician called him home. Well it is God's acre for$4$ them. Nice country
06:093;0944@c   | residence. Newly plastered and painted. Ideal spot to$9$ have a quiet smoke
06:093;0945@c   | and read the \Church*Times\. Marriage ads they never try to$9$ beautify. Rusty
06:093;0946@c   | wreaths hung on$4$ knobs, garlands of bronzefoil. Better value that$6#2$ for$4$ the
06:093;0947@c   | money. Still, the flowers are more poetical. The other gets rather tiresome,
06:093;0948@c   | never withering. Expresses nothing. Immortelles.
06:093;0949['  ]| A bird sat tamely perched on$4$ a poplar branch. 
06:093;0949@c   | Like$4$ stuffed. Like$4$ the
06:093;0950@c   | wedding present alderman*Hooper gave us. Hoo! Not a budge out of him.
06:093;0951@c   | Knows there are no$2$ catapults to$9$ let fly at him. Dead animal even sadder.
06:093;0952@c   | Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in$4$ the kitchen matchbox, a
06:093;0953@c   | daisychain and bits of broken chainies on$4$ the grave.
06:093;0954@c   | The*Sacred*Heart that$6#2$ is: showing it. Heart on$4$ his sleeve. Ought to$9$ be
06:093;0955@c   | sideways and red it should be painted like$4$ a real heart. Ireland was
06:093;0956@c   | dedicated to$4$ it or whatever that$6#2$. Seems anything but pleased. Why this
06:093;0957@c   | infliction? Would birds come then and peck like$4$ the boy with the basket of
06:093;0958@c   | fruit but he said no$7$ because they ought to$9$ have been afraid of the boy.
06:093;0959@c   | Apollo that$6#2$ was.
06:093;0960@c   | How many! All these here once walked round Dublin. Faithful
06:093;0961@c   | departed. As you are now so$3$ once were we.
06:093;0962@c   | Besides how could you remember everybody? Eyes, walk, voice. Well,
06:093;0963@c   | the voice, yes: gramophone. Have a gramophone in$4$ every grave or keep it
06:093;0964@c   | in$4$ the house. After dinner on$4$ a Sunday. Put on$5$ poor old greatgrandfather.
06:093;0965@c   | Kraahraark! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain
06:093;0966@c   | hellohello amawf krpthsth. Remind you of the voice like$4$ the photograph
06:093;0967@c   | reminds you of the face. Otherwise you could not remember the face after
06:094;0968@c   | fifteen years, say. For$4$ instance who$6#2$? For$4$ instance some fellow that$6#1$ died
06:094;0969@c   | when I was in$4$ Wisdom*Hely's.
06:094;0970['  ]| Rtststr! A rattle of pebbles. 
06:094;0970@c   | Wait. Stop!
06:094;0971['  ]| He looked down intently into a stone crypt. 
06:094;0971@c   | Some animal. Wait.
06:094;0972@c   | There he goes.
06:094;0973['  ]| An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the
06:094;0974['  ]| pebbles. 
06:094;0974@c   | An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes.
06:092;0974['  ]| The grey
06:094;0975['  ]| alive crushed itself in$5$ under the plinth, wriggled itself in$5$ under it.
06:092;0975@c   | Good
06:094;0976@c   | hidingplace for$4$ treasure.
06:094;0977@c   | Who$6#2$ lives there? Are laid the remains of Robert*Emery. Robert*Emmet
06:094;0978@c   | was buried here by$4$ torchlight, was not he? Making his rounds.
06:094;0979@c   | Tail gone now.
06:094;0980@c   | One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the
06:094;0981@c   | bones clean no$2$ matter who$6#1$ it was. Ordinary meat for$4$ them. A corpse is
06:094;0982@c   | meat gone bad. Well and what is cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in$4$ that$6#2$
06:094;0983@c   | \Voyages*in*China\ that$3$ the Chinese say a white man smells like$4$ a corpse.
06:094;0984@c   | Cremation better. Priests dead against it. Devilling for$4$ the other firm.
06:094;0985@c   | Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the plague. Quicklime
06:094;0986@c   | feverpits to$9$ eat them. Lethal chamber. Ashes to$4$ ashes. Or bury at sea.
06:094;0987@c   | Where is that$6#2$ Parsee tower of silence? Eaten by$4$ birds. Earth, fire, water.
06:094;0988@c   | Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in$4$ a flash. But
06:094;0989@c   | being brought back to$4$ life no$7$. Can not bury in$4$ the air however. Out of a flying
06:094;0990@c   | machine. Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh one is let down.
06:094;0991@c   | Underground communication. We learned that$6#2$ from them. Would not be
06:094;0992@c   | surprised. Regular square feed for$4$ them. Flies come before he is well dead.
06:094;0993@c   | Got wind of Dignam. They would not care about the smell of it. Saltwhite
06:094;0994@c   | crumbling mush of corpse: smell, taste like$4$ raw white turnips.
06:094;0995['  ]| The gates glimmered in$4$ front: 
06:094;0995@c   | still open. Back to$4$ the world again.
06:094;0996@c   | Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Last time I was
06:094;0997@c   | here was Mrs*Sinico's funeral. Poor papa too. The love that$6#1$ kills. And even
06:094;0998@c   | scraping up$5$ the earth at night with a lantern like$4$ that$6#2$ case I read of to$9$ get at
06:094;0999@c   | fresh buried females or even putrefied with running gravesores. Give you
06:094;1000@c   | the creeps after a bit. I will$1$ appear to$4$ you after death. You will$1$ see my ghost
06:094;1001@c   | after death. My ghost will$1$ haunt you after death. There is another world
06:094;1002@c   | after death named hell.
06:094;1002[Z  ]| I do not like$1$ that$6#2$ other world
06:094;1002@c   | she wrote. No$2$ more
06:094;1003@c   | do I. Plenty to$9$ see and hear and feel yet. Feel live warm beings near you. Let
06:094;1004@c   | them sleep in$4$ their maggoty beds. They are not going to$9$ get me this innings.
06:094;1005@c   | Warm beds: warm fullblooded life.
06:094;1006['  ]| Martin*Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely.
06:094;1007@c   | Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton, John*Henry, solicitor,
06:094;1008@c   | commissioner for$4$ oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to$9$ be in$4$ his office. Mat*Dillon's
06:094;1009@c   | long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars, the
06:094;1010@c   | Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out that$6#2$
06:094;1011@c   | evening on$4$ the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. Pure fluke of
06:094;1012@c   | mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to$4$ me. Hate at first sight.
06:095;1013@c   | Molly and Floey*Dillon linked under the lilactree, laughing. Fellow always
06:095;1014@c   | like$4$ that$6#2$, mortified if women are by$5$.
06:095;1015@c   | Got a dinge in$4$ the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
06:095;1016[C  ]| ~~ Excuse me, sir, 
06:095;1016['  ]| Mr*Bloom said beside them.
06:095;1017['  ]| They stopped.
06:095;1018[C  ]| ~~ Your hat is a little crushed, 
06:095;1018['  ]| Mr*Bloom said pointing.
06:095;1019['  ]| John*Henry*Menton stared at him for$4$ an instant without moving.
06:095;1020[G  ]| ~~ There, 
06:095;1020['  ]| Martin*Cunningham helped, pointing also.
06:095;1021['  ]| John*Henry*Menton took off his hat, bulged out the dinge and
06:095;1022['  ]| smoothed the nap with care on$4$ his coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on$4$ his
06:095;1023['  ]| head again.
06:095;1024[G  ]| ~~ It is all right now, 
06:095;1024['  ]| Martin*Cunningham said.
06:095;1025['  ]| John*Henry*Menton jerked his head down in$4$ acknowledgment.
06:095;1026[Q  ]| ~~ Thank you, 
06:095;1026['  ]| he said shortly.
06:095;1027['  ]| They walked on$5$ towards the gates. Mr*Bloom, chapfallen, drew
06:095;1028['  ]| behind a few paces so$3$ as not to$9$ overhear. 
06:095;1028@c   | Martin laying down the law.
06:095;1029@c   | Martin could wind a sappyhead like$4$ that$6#2$ round his little finger, without his
06:095;1030@c   | seeing it.
06:095;1031@c   | Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on$4$
06:095;1032@c   | him. Get the pull over him that$6#2$ way.
06:095;1033@c   | Thank you. How grand we are this morning!