07:096;0000@@@@@| 07:096;0001[' ]| <+++IN{ +++THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN{> 07:096;0002[' ]| <+++METROPOLIS{> 07:096;0003[' ]| Before Nelson's*pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started 07:096;0004[' ]| for$4$ Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure, 07:096;0005[' ]| Palmerston*Park and upper*Rathmines, Sandymount*Green, Rathmines, 07:096;0006[' ]| Ringsend and Sandymount*Tower, Harold's*Cross. The hoarse Dublin*United*Tramway*Company's 07:096;0007[' ]| timekeeper bawled them off: 07:096;0008[V ]| ~~ Rathgar and Terenure! 07:096;0009[V ]| ~~ Come on$5$, Sandymount*Green! 07:096;0010[' ]| Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a 07:096;0011[' ]| singledeck moved from their railheads, swerved to$4$ the down line, glided 07:096;0012[' ]| parallel. 07:096;0013[V ]| ~~ Start, Palmerston*Park! 07:096;0014[' ]| <+++THE WEARER OF THE CROWN{> 07:096;0015[' ]| Under the porch of the general*post*office shoeblacks called and 07:096;0016[' ]| polished. Parked in$4$ North*Prince's*street His*Majesty's vermilion mailcars, 07:096;0017[' ]| bearing on$4$ their sides the royal initials, E%*R%, received loudly flung sacks of 07:096;0018[' ]| letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels, insured and paid, for$4$ local, 07:096;0019[' ]| provincial, British and overseas delivery. 07:096;0020[' ]| <+++GENTLEMEN OF THE PRESS{> 07:096;0021[' ]| Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's 07:096;0022[' ]| stores and bumped them up$5$ on$4$ the brewery float. On$4$ the brewery float 07:096;0023[' ]| bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by$4$ grossbooted draymen out of 07:096;0024[' ]| Prince's stores. 07:096;0025[V ]| ~~ There it is, 07:096;0025[' ]| Red*Murray said. 07:096;0025[V ]| Alexander*Keyes. 07:096;0026[C ]| ~~ Just cut it out, will$1$ you? 07:096;0026[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, 07:096;0026[C ]| and I will$1$ take it round to$4$ the 07:096;0027[C ]| \Telegraph\ office. 07:096;0028[' ]| The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Davy*Stephens, minute 07:096;0029[' ]| in$4$ a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with a 07:096;0030[' ]| roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier. 07:097;0031[' ]| Red*Murray's long shears sliced out the advertisement from the 07:097;0032[' ]| newspaper in$4$ four clean strokes. Scissors and paste. 07:097;0033[C ]| ~~ I will$1$ go through the printingworks, 07:097;0033[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, taking the cut square. 07:097;0034[V ]| ~~ Of course, if he wants a par, 07:097;0034[' ]| Red*Murray said earnestly, a pen behind his 07:097;0035[' ]| ear, 07:097;0035[V ]| we can do him one. 07:097;0036[C ]| ~~ Right, 07:097;0036[' ]| Mr*Bloom said with a nod. 07:097;0036[C ]| I will$1$ rub that$6#2$ in$5$. 07:097;0037[XX ]| We. 07:097;0038[' ]| <+++WILLIAM BRAYDEN, ESQUIRE, OF OAKLANDS,{> 07:097;0039[' ]| <+++SANDYMOUNT{> 07:097;0040[' ]| Red*Murray touched Mr*Bloom's arm with the shears and whispered: 07:097;0041[V ]| ~~ Brayden. 07:097;0042[' ]| Mr*Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a 07:097;0043[' ]| stately figure entered between the newsboards of the \Weekly*Freeman*and*National*Press\ 07:097;0044[' ]| and the \Freeman's*Journal*and*National*Press\. Dullthudding 07:097;0045[' ]| Guinness's barrels. It passed statelily up$4$ the staircase, steered by$4$ an 07:097;0046[' ]| umbrella, a solemn beardframed face. The broadcloth back ascended each 07:097;0047[' ]| step: back. 07:097;0047@c | All his brains are in$4$ the nape of his neck, Simon*Dedalus says. 07:097;0048@c | Welts of flesh behind on$4$ him. Fat folds of neck, fat, neck, fat, neck. 07:097;0049[V ]| ~~ Do not you think his face is like$4$ Our*Saviour? 07:097;0049[' ]| Red*Murray whispered. 07:097;0050[' ]| The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. 07:097;0050@c | They always build 07:097;0051@c | one door opposite another for$4$ the wind to$9$. Way in$5$. Way out. 07:097;0052@c | Our*Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in$4$ the dusk. Mary, 07:097;0053@c | Martha. Steered by$4$ an umbrella sword to$4$ the footlights: Mario the tenor. 07:097;0054[C ]| ~~ Or like$4$ Mario, 07:097;0054[' ]| Mr*Bloom said. 07:097;0055[V ]| ~~ Yes, 07:097;0055[' ]| Red*Murray agreed. 07:097;0055[V ]| But Mario was said to$9$ be the picture of Our*Saviour. 07:097;0056[V ]| 07:097;0057@c | Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on$4$ his 07:097;0058@c | heart. In$5$ \Martha\. 07:097;0059[Z ]| \Co-ome thou lost one,\ 07:097;0060[Z ]| \Co-ome thou dear one!\ 07:097;0061[' ]| <+++THE CROZIER AND THE PEN{> 07:097;0062[V ]| ~~ His grace phoned down twice this morning, 07:097;0062[' ]| Red*Murray said gravely. 07:097;0063[' ]| They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. Neck. 07:097;0064[' ]| A telegram boy stepped in$5$ nimbly, threw an envelope on$4$ the counter 07:097;0065[' ]| and stepped off posthaste with a word: 07:097;0066[V ]| ~~ \Freeman!\ 07:097;0067[' ]| Mr*Bloom said slowly: 07:097;0068[C ]| ~~ Well, he is one of our saviours also. 07:097;0069[' ]| A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he 07:097;0070[' ]| passed in$4$ through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage, 07:098;0071[' ]| along the now reverberating boards. 07:098;0071@c | But will$1$ he save the circulation? 07:098;0072@c | Thumping. Thumping. 07:098;0073[' ]| He pushed in$5$ the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn 07:098;0074[' ]| packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards 07:098;0075[' ]| Nannetti's reading closet. 07:098;0076@c | Hynes here too: account of the funeral probably. Thumping. Thump. 07:098;0077[' ]| <+++WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS WE{> 07:098;0078[' ]| <+++ANNOUNCE THE DISSOLUTION OF A MOST{> 07:098;0079[' ]| <+++RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS{> 07:098;0080@c | This morning the remains of the late Mr*Patrick*Dignam. Machines. 07:098;0081@c | Smash a man to$4$ atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His 07:098;0082@c | machineries are pegging away too. Like$4$ these, got out of hand: fermenting. 07:098;0083@c | Working away, tearing away. And that$6#2$ old grey rat tearing to$9$ get in$5$. 07:098;0084[' ]| <+++HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT{> 07:098;0085[' ]| Mr*Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy 07:098;0086[' ]| crown. 07:098;0087@c | Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member 07:098;0088@c | for$4$ College*green. He boomed that$6#2$ workaday worker tack for$4$ all it was 07:098;0089@c | worth. It is the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in$4$ the 07:098;0090@c | official gazette. Queen*Anne is dead. Published by$4$ authority in$4$ the year one 07:098;0091@c | thousand and. Demesne situate in$4$ the townland of Rosenallis, barony of 07:098;0092@c | Tinnahinch. To$4$ all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to$4$ statute 07:098;0093@c | showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from Ballina. 07:098;0094@c | Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil*Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. Uncle*Toby's 07:098;0095@c | page for$4$ tiny tots. Country bumpkin's queries. Dear Mr*Editor, 07:098;0096@c | what is a good cure for$4$ flatulence? I would like$1$ that$6#2$ part. Learn a lot teaching 07:098;0097@c | others. The personal note. M%*A%*P% Mainly all pictures. Shapely bathers on$4$ 07:098;0098@c | golden strand. World's biggest balloon. Double marriage of sisters 07:098;0099@c | celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other. Cuprani too, 07:098;0100@c | printer. More Irish than the Irish. 07:098;0101[' ]| The machines clanked in$4$ threefour time. Thump, thump, thump. 07:098;0102@c | Now if he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to$9$ stop them they would 07:098;0103@c | clank on$5$ and on$5$ the same, print it over and over and up$5$ and back. 07:098;0104@c | Monkeydoodle the whole thing. Want a cool head. 07:098;0105[S ]| ~~ Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, 07:098;0105[' ]| Hynes said. 07:098;0106@c | Soon be calling him my*lord*mayor. Long*John is backing him, they 07:098;0107@c | say. 07:098;0108[' ]| The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on$4$ a corner of the 07:098;0109[' ]| sheet and made a sign to$4$ a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over the 07:098;0110[' ]| dirty glass screen. 07:098;0111[S ]| ~~ Right: thanks, 07:098;0111[' ]| Hynes said moving off. 07:099;0112[' ]| Mr*Bloom stood in$4$ his way. 07:099;0113[C ]| ~~ If you want to$9$ draw the cashier is just going to$4$ lunch, 07:099;0113[' ]| he said, pointing 07:099;0114[' ]| backward with his thumb. 07:099;0115[S ]| ~~ Did you? 07:099;0115[' ]| Hynes asked. 07:099;0116[C ]| ~~ Mm, 07:099;0116[' ]| Mr*Bloom said. 07:099;0116[C ]| Look sharp and you will$1$ catch him. 07:099;0117[S ]| ~~ Thanks, old man, 07:099;0117[' ]| Hynes said. 07:099;0117[S ]| I will$1$ tap him too. 07:099;0118[' ]| He hurried on$5$ eagerly towards the \Freeman's*Journal\ office. 07:099;0119@c | Three bob I lent him in$4$ Meagher's. Three weeks. Third hint. 07:099;0120[' ]| <+++WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK{> 07:099;0121[' ]| Mr*Bloom laid his cutting on$4$ Mr*Nannetti's desk. 07:099;0122[C ]| ~~ Excuse me, councillor, 07:099;0122[' ]| he said. 07:099;0122[C ]| This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember? 07:099;0123[' ]| Mr*Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded. 07:099;0124[C ]| ~~ He wants it in$5$ for$4$ July, 07:099;0124[' ]| Mr*Bloom said. 07:099;0125[' ]| The foreman moved his pencil towards it. 07:099;0126[C ]| ~~ But wait, 07:099;0126[' ]| Mr*Bloom said. 07:099;0126[C ]| He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He wants 07:099;0127[C ]| two keys at the top. 07:099;0128@c | Hell of a racket they make. He does not hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves. 07:099;0129@c | Maybe he understands what I. 07:099;0130[' ]| The foreman turned round to$9$ hear patiently and, lifting an elbow, 07:099;0131[' ]| began to$9$ scratch slowly in$4$ the armpit of his alpaca jacket. 07:099;0132[C ]| ~~ Like$4$ that$6#2$, 07:099;0132[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top. 07:099;0133@c | Let him take that$6#2$ in$5$ first. 07:099;0134[' ]| Mr*Bloom, glancing sideways up$5$ from the cross he had made, saw the 07:099;0135[' ]| foreman's sallow face, 07:099;0135@c | think he has a touch of jaundice, 07:099;0135[' ]| and beyond the 07:099;0136[' ]| obedient reels feeding in$4$ huge webs of paper. 07:099;0136@c | Clank it. Clank it. Miles of it 07:099;0137@c | unreeled. What becomes of it after? O, wrap up$5$ meat, parcels: various uses, 07:099;0138@c | thousand and one things. 07:099;0139[' ]| Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew 07:099;0140[' ]| swiftly on$4$ the scarred woodwork. 07:099;0141[' ]| <+++HOUSE OF KEY(E)S{> 07:099;0142[C ]| ~~ Like$4$ that$6#2$, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name. 07:099;0143[C ]| Alexander*Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So$5#2$ on$5$. 07:099;0144@c | Better not teach him his own business. 07:099;0145[C ]| ~~ You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top in$4$ 07:099;0146[C ]| leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that$6#2$ is a good idea? 07:099;0147[' ]| The foreman moved his scratching hand to$4$ his lower ribs and 07:099;0148[' ]| scratched there quietly. 07:099;0149[C ]| ~~ The idea, 07:099;0149[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, 07:099;0149[C ]| is the house of keys. You know, councillor, the 07:099;0150[C ]| Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Tourists, you know, from the isle*of*Man. 07:099;0151[C ]| Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that$6#2$? 07:100;0152@c | I could ask him perhaps about how to$9$ pronounce that$6#2$ \voglio\. But 07:100;0153@c | then if he did not know only make it awkward for$4$ him. Better not. 07:100;0154[V ]| ~~ We can do that$6#2$, 07:100;0154[' ]| the foreman said. 07:100;0154[V ]| Have you the design? 07:100;0155[C ]| ~~ I can get it, 07:100;0155[' ]| Mr*Bloom said. 07:100;0155[C ]| It was in$4$ a Kilkenny paper. He has a house 07:100;0156[C ]| there too. I will$1$ just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that$6#2$ and just a little 07:100;0157[C ]| par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass licensed premises. 07:100;0158[C ]| Longfelt want. So$5#2$ on$5$. 07:100;0159[' ]| The foreman thought for$4$ an instant. 07:100;0160[V ]| ~~ We can do that$6#2$, 07:100;0160[' ]| he said. 07:100;0160[V ]| Let him give us a three months' renewal. 07:100;0161[' ]| A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to$9$ check it 07:100;0162[' ]| silently. Mr*Bloom stood by$5$, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching 07:100;0163[' ]| the silent typesetters at their cases. 07:100;0164[' ]| <+++ORTHOGRAPHICAL{> 07:100;0165@c | Want to$9$ be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin*Cunningham 07:100;0166@c | forgot to$9$ give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to$9$ 07:100;0167@c | view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a 07:100;0168@c | harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear 07:100;0169@c | under a cemetery wall. Silly, is not it? Cemetery put in$5$ of course on$4$ account 07:100;0170@c | of the symmetry. 07:100;0171@c | I should have said when he clapped on$4$ his topper. Thank you. I ought 07:100;0172@c | to$9$ have said something about an old hat or something. No$7$. I could have 07:100;0173@c | said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then. 07:100;0174[' ]| Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its 07:100;0175[' ]| flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. 07:100;0175@c | Almost human 07:100;0176@c | the way it sllt to$9$ call attention. Doing its level best to$9$ speak. That$6#2$ door too 07:100;0177@c | sllt creaking, asking to$9$ be shut. Everything speaks in$4$ its own way. Sllt. 07:100;0178[' ]| <+++NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL{> 07:100;0179[' ]| <+++CONTRIBUTOR{> 07:100;0180[' ]| The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying: 07:100;0181[V ]| ~~ Wait. Where is the archbishop's letter? It is to$9$ be repeated in$4$ the \Telegraph\. 07:100;0182[V ]| Where is what is his name? 07:100;0183[' ]| He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. 07:100;0184[X ]| ~~ Monks, sir? 07:100;0184[' ]| a voice asked from the castingbox. 07:100;0185[V ]| ~~ Ay. Where is Monks? 07:100;0186[X ]| ~~ Monks! 07:100;0187[' ]| Mr*Bloom took up$5$ his cutting. 07:100;0187@c | Time to$9$ get out. 07:100;0188[C ]| ~~ Then I will$1$ get the design, Mr*Nannetti, 07:100;0188[' ]| he said, 07:100;0188[C ]| and you will$1$ give it a good 07:100;0189[C ]| place I know. 07:100;0190[V ]| ~~ Monks! 07:100;0191[X ]| ~~ Yes, sir. 07:101;0192@c | Three months' renewal. Want to$9$ get some wind off my chest first. Try 07:101;0193@c | it anyhow. Rub in$4$ August: good idea: horseshow month. Ballsbridge. 07:101;0194@c | Tourists over for$4$ the show. 07:101;0195[' ]| <+++A DAYFATHER{> 07:101;0196[' ]| He walked on$5$ through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, 07:101;0197[' ]| spectacled, aproned. 07:101;0197@c | Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must 07:101;0198@c | have put through his hands in$4$ his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, 07:101;0199@c | speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now. 07:101;0200@c | Sober serious man with a bit in$4$ the savingsbank I would say. Wife a good cook 07:101;0201@c | and washer. Daughter working the machine in$4$ the parlour. Plain Jane, no$2$ 07:101;0202@c | damn nonsense. 07:101;0203[' ]| <+++AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER{> 07:101;0204[' ]| He stayed in$4$ his walk to$9$ watch a typesetter neatly distributing type. 07:101;0205@c | Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice 07:101;0206@c | that$6#2$. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading 07:101;0207@c | backwards with his finger to$4$ me. Pessach. Next year in$4$ Jerusalem. Dear, O 07:101;0208@c | dear! All that$6#2$ long business about that$6#2$ brought us out of the land of Egypt 07:101;0209@c | and into the house of bondage \alleluia\. \Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu.\ No$7$, 07:101;0210@c | that$6#2$ is the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. And then the lamb 07:101;0211@c | and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher. And 07:101;0212@c | then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the dog kills 07:101;0213@c | the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to$9$ look into it well. Justice it means 07:101;0214@c | but it is everybody eating everyone else. That$6#2$ is what life is after all. How 07:101;0215@c | quickly he does that$6#2$ job. Practice makes perfect. Seems to$9$ see with his 07:101;0216@c | fingers. 07:101;0217[' ]| Mr*Bloom passed on$5$ out of the clanking noises through the gallery on$5$ 07:101;0218[' ]| to$4$ the landing. 07:101;0218@c | Now am I going to$9$ tram it out all the way and then catch 07:101;0219@c | him out perhaps. Better phone him up$5$ first. Number? Yes. Same as Citron's 07:101;0220@c | house. Twentyeight. Twentyeight double four. 07:101;0221[' ]| <+++ONLY ONCE MORE THAT$6#2$ SOAP{> 07:101;0222[' ]| He went down the house staircase. 07:101;0222@c | Who$6#2$ the deuce scrawled all over 07:101;0223@c | those walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for$4$ a bet. Heavy greasy 07:101;0224@c | smell there always is in$4$ those works. Lukewarm glue in$4$ Thom's next door 07:101;0225@c | when I was there. 07:101;0226[' ]| He took out his handkerchief to$9$ dab his nose. 07:101;0222@c | Citronlemon? Ah, the 07:101;0227@c | soap I put there. Lose it out of that$6#2$ pocket. 07:101;0227[' ]| Putting back his handkerchief 07:101;0228[' ]| he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the hip pocket of 07:101;0229[' ]| his trousers. 07:102;0230[Z ]| What perfume does your wife use? 07:102;0230@c | I could go home still: tram: 07:102;0231@c | something I forgot. Just to$9$ see: before: dressing. No$7$. Here. No$7$. 07:102;0232[' ]| A sudden screech of laughter came from the \Evening*Telegraph\ 07:102;0233[' ]| office. 07:102;0233@c | Know who$6#1$ that$6#2$ is. What is up$5$? Pop in$5$ a minute to$9$ phone. Ned*Lambert 07:102;0234@c | it is. 07:102;0235[' ]| He entered softly. 07:102;0236[' ]| <+++ERIN, GREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA{> 07:102;0237[U ]| ~~ The ghost walks, 07:102;0237[' ]| professor*MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to$4$ 07:102;0238[' ]| the dusty windowpane. 07:102;0239[' ]| Mr*Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned*Lambert's 07:102;0240[' ]| quizzing face, asked of it sourly: 07:102;0241[F ]| ~~ Agonising Christ, would not it give you a heartburn on$4$ your arse? 07:102;0242[' ]| Ned Lambert, seated on$4$ the table, read on$5$: 07:102;0243[Z ]| ~~ \Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it babbles on$4$ its\ 07:102;0244[Z ]| \way, tho' quarrelling with the stony obstacles, to$4$ the tumbling waters of\ 07:102;0245[Z ]| \Neptune's blue domain, 'mid mossy banks, fanned by$4$ gentlest zephyrs,\ 07:102;0246[Z ]| \played on$5$ by$4$ the glorious sunlight or 'neath the shadows cast o'er its pensive\ 07:102;0247[Z ]| \bosom by$4$ the overarching leafage of the giants of the forest.\ 07:102;0247[L ]| What about 07:102;0248[L ]| that$6#2$, Simon? 07:102;0248[' ]| he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. 07:102;0248[L ]| How is that$6#2$ for$4$ 07:102;0249[L ]| high? 07:102;0250[F ]| ~~ Changing his drink, 07:102;0250[' ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 07:102;0251[' ]| Ned*Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on$4$ his knees, 07:102;0252[' ]| repeating: 07:102;0253[Z ]| ~~ \The pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage.\ 07:102;0253[L ]| O boys! O boys! 07:102;0254[F ]| ~~ And Xenophon looked upon$4$ Marathon, 07:102;0254[' ]| Mr*Dedalus said, looking again 07:102;0255[' ]| on$4$ the fireplace and to$4$ the window, 07:102;0255[F ]| and Marathon looked on$4$ the sea. 07:102;0256[U ]| ~~ That$6#2$ will$1$ do, 07:102;0256[' ]| professor*MacHugh cried from the window. 07:102;0256[U ]| I do not want to$9$ 07:102;0257[U ]| hear any more of the stuff. 07:102;0258[' ]| He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and, 07:102;0259[' ]| hungered, made ready to$9$ nibble the biscuit in$4$ his other hand. 07:102;0260@c | High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned*Lambert is taking a day off I 07:102;0261@c | see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say. 07:102;0262@c | Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his 07:102;0263@c | greatgranduncle. Close on$4$ ninety they say. Subleader for$4$ his death written 07:102;0264@c | this long time perhaps. Living to$9$ spite them. Might go first himself. Johnny, 07:102;0265@c | make room for$4$ your uncle. The right honourable Hedges*Eyre*Chatterton. 07:102;0266@c | Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on$4$ gale days. Windfall 07:102;0267@c | when he kicks out. Alleluia. 07:102;0268[L ]| ~~ Just another spasm, 07:102;0268[' ]| Ned*Lambert said. 07:102;0269[C ]| ~~ What is it? 07:102;0269[' ]| Mr*Bloom asked. 07:102;0270[U ]| ~~ A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, 07:102;0270[' ]| professor*MacHugh answered 07:102;0271[' ]| with pomp of tone. 07:102;0271[Z ]| \Our lovely land.\ 07:103;0272[' ]| <+++SHORT BUT TO$4$ THE POINT{> 07:103;0273[C ]| ~~ Whose land? 07:103;0273[' ]| Mr*Bloom said simply. 07:103;0274[U ]| ~~ Most pertinent question, 07:103;0274[' ]| the professor said between his chews. 07:103;0274[U ]| With an 07:103;0275[U ]| accent on$4$ the whose. 07:103;0276[F ]| ~~ Dan*Dawson's land, 07:103;0276[' ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 07:103;0277[C ]| ~~ Is it his speech last night? 07:103;0277[' ]| Mr*Bloom asked. 07:103;0278[' ]| Ned*Lambert nodded. 07:103;0279[L ]| ~~ But listen to$4$ this, 07:103;0279[' ]| he said. 07:103;0280[' ]| The doorknob hit Mr*Bloom in$4$ the small of the back as the door was 07:103;0281[' ]| pushed in$5$. 07:103;0282[T ]| ~~ Excuse me, 07:103;0282[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said, entering. 07:103;0283[' ]| Mr*Bloom moved nimbly aside. 07:103;0284[C ]| ~~ I beg yours, 07:103;0284[' ]| he said. 07:103;0285[X ]| ~~ Good day, Jack. 07:103;0286[X ]| ~~ Come in$5$. Come in$5$. 07:103;0287[X ]| ~~ Good day. 07:103;0288[T ]| ~~ How are you, Dedalus? 07:103;0289[F ]| ~~ Well. And yourself? 07:103;0290[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy shook his head. 07:103;0291[' ]| <+++SAD{> 07:103;0292@c | Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to$9$ be. Decline, poor chap. 07:103;0293@c | That$6#2$ hectic flush spells finis for$4$ a man. Touch and go with him. What is in$4$ 07:103;0294@c | the wind, I wonder. Money worry. 07:103;0295[Z ]| ~~ \Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.\ 07:103;0296[F ]| ~~ You are looking extra. 07:103;0297[T ]| ~~ Is the editor to$9$ be seen? 07:103;0297[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy asked, looking towards the inner 07:103;0298[' ]| door. 07:103;0299[U ]| ~~ Very much so$5#2$, 07:103;0299[' ]| professor*MacHugh said. 07:103;0299[U ]| To$9$ be seen and heard. He is in$4$ 07:103;0300[U ]| his sanctum with Lenehan. 07:103;0301[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy strolled to$4$ the sloping desk and began to$9$ turn back the 07:103;0302[' ]| pink pages of the file. 07:103;0303@c | Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart. Gambling. Debts 07:103;0304@c | of honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to$9$ get good retainers from D%*and*T%*Fitzgerald. 07:103;0305@c | Their wigs to$9$ show the grey matter. Brains on$4$ their sleeve 07:103;0306@c | like$4$ the statue in$4$ Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for$4$ the 07:103;0307@c | \Express\ with Gabriel*Conroy. Wellread fellow. Myles*Crawford began on$4$ 07:103;0308@c | the \Independent\. Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when 07:103;0309@c | they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in$4$ the same 07:103;0310@c | breath. Would not know which$6#1$ to$9$ believe. One story good till you hear the 07:103;0311@c | next. Go for$4$ one another baldheaded in$4$ the papers and then all blows over. 07:104;0312@c | Hail fellow well met the next moment. 07:104;0313[L ]| ~~ Ah, listen to$4$ this for$4$ God' sake, 07:104;0313[' ]| Ned*Lambert pleaded. 07:104;0313[Z ]| \Or again if we but\ 07:104;0314[Z ]| \climb the serried mountain peaks\ ~ 07:104;0315[U ]| ~~ Bombast! 07:104;0315[' ]| the professor broke in$5$ testily. 07:104;0315[U ]| Enough of the inflated windbag! 07:104;0316[Z ]| ~~ \Peaks\, 07:104;0316[' ]| Ned*Lambert went on$5$, 07:104;0316[Z ]| \towering high on$4$ high, to$9$ bathe our souls,\ 07:104;0317[Z ]| \as it were\ ~ 07:104;0318[F ]| ~~ Bathe his lips, 07:104;0318[' ]| Mr*Dedalus said. 07:104;0318[F ]| Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he 07:104;0319[F ]| taking anything for$4$ it? 07:104;0320[Z ]| ~~ \As it were, in$4$ the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched,\ 07:104;0321[Z ]| \despite their wellpraised prototypes in$4$ other vaunted prize regions, for$4$ very\ 07:104;0322[Z ]| \beauty, of bosky grove and undulating plain and luscious pastureland of\ 07:104;0323[Z ]| \vernal green, steeped in$4$ the transcendent translucent glow of our mil\d 07:104;0324[Z ]| \mysterious Irish twilight\ ~ 07:104;0325[U ]| ~~ The moon, 07:104;0325[' ]| professor*MacHugh said. 07:104;0325[U ]| He forgot Hamlet. 07:104;0326[' ]| <+++HIS NATIVE DORIC{> 07:104;0327[Z ]| ~~ \That$6#1$ mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the\ 07:104;0328[Z ]| \moon shine forth to$9$ irradiate her silver effulgence\ ~ 07:104;0329[F ]| ~~ O! 07:104;0329[' ]| Mr*Dedalus cried, giving vent to$4$ a hopeless groan. 07:104;0329[F ]| Shite and onions! 07:104;0330[F ]| That$6#2$ will$1$ do, Ned. Life is too short. 07:104;0331[' ]| He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy 07:104;0332[' ]| moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers. 07:104;0333[' ]| Ned*Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An 07:104;0334[' ]| instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor*MacHugh's 07:104;0335[' ]| unshaven blackspectacled face. 07:104;0336[L ]| ~~ Doughy*Daw! 07:104;0336[' ]| he cried. 07:104;0337[' ]| <+++WHAT WETHERUP SAID{> 07:104;0338@c | All very fine to$9$ jeer at it now in$4$ cold print but it goes down like$4$ hot 07:104;0339@c | cake that$6#2$ stuff. He was in$4$ the bakery line too, was not he? Why they call him 07:104;0340@c | Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to$4$ that$6#2$ 07:104;0341@c | chap in$4$ the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that$6#2$ nicely. 07:104;0342@c | Entertainments. Open house. Big blowout. Wetherup always said that$6#2$. Get 07:104;0343@c | a grip of them by$4$ the stomach. 07:104;0344[' ]| The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face, 07:104;0345[' ]| crested by$4$ a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in$5$. The bold blue eyes stared 07:104;0346[' ]| about them and the harsh voice asked: 07:104;0347[V ]| ~~ What is it? 07:104;0348[U ]| ~~ And here comes the sham squire himself! 07:104;0348[' ]| professor*MacHugh said 07:104;0349[' ]| grandly. 07:104;0350[ZC ]| ~~ Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! 07:104;0350[' ]| the editor said in$4$ recognition. 07:104;0351[F ]| ~~ Come, Ned, 07:104;0351[' ]| Mr*Dedalus said, putting on$5$ his hat. 07:104;0351[F ]| I must get a drink after 07:104;0352[F ]| that$6#2$. 07:105;0353[ZC ]| ~~ Drink! 07:105;0353[' ]| the editor cried. 07:105;0353[ZC ]| No$2$ drinks served before mass. 07:105;0354[F ]| ~~ Quite right too, 07:105;0354[' ]| Mr*Dedalus said, going out. 07:105;0354[F ]| Come on$5$, Ned. 07:105;0355[' ]| Ned*Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor's blue eyes roved 07:105;0356[' ]| towards Mr*Bloom's face, shadowed by$4$ a smile. 07:105;0357[L ]| ~~ Will$1$ you join us, Myles? 07:105;0357[' ]| Ned*Lambert asked. 07:105;0358[' ]| <+++MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED{> 07:105;0359[ZC ]| ~~ North*Cork*militia! 07:105;0359[' ]| the editor cried, striding to$4$ the mantelpiece. 07:105;0359[ZC ]| We won 07:105;0360[ZC ]| every time! North*Cork and Spanish officers! 07:105;0361[L ]| ~~ Where was that$6#2$, Myles? 07:105;0361[' ]| Ned*Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his 07:105;0362[' ]| toecaps. 07:105;0363[ZC ]| ~~ In$4$ Ohio! 07:105;0363[' ]| the editor shouted. 07:105;0364[L ]| ~~ So$5#2$ it was, begad, 07:105;0364[' ]| Ned*Lambert agreed. 07:105;0365[' ]| Passing out he whispered to$4$ J%*J%*O'Molloy: 07:105;0366[L ]| ~~ Incipient jigs. Sad case. 07:105;0367[ZC ]| ~~ Ohio! 07:105;0367[' ]| the editor crowed in$4$ high treble from his uplifted scarlet face. 07:105;0367[ZC ]| My 07:105;0368[ZC ]| Ohio! 07:105;0369[U ]| ~~ A perfect cretic! 07:105;0369[' ]| the professor said. 07:105;0369[U ]| Long, short and long. 07:105;0370[' ]| <+++O, HARP EOLIAN!{> 07:105;0371[' ]| He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking 07:105;0372[' ]| off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant 07:105;0373[' ]| unwashed teeth. 07:105;0374[C ]| ~~ Bingbang, bangbang. 07:105;0375[' ]| Mr*Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for$4$ the inner door. 07:105;0376[C ]| ~~ Just a moment, Mr*Crawford, 07:105;0376[' ]| he said. 07:105;0376[C ]| I just want to$9$ phone about an ad. 07:105;0377[' ]| He went in$5$. 07:105;0378[U ]| ~~ What about that$6#2$ leader this evening? 07:105;0378[' ]| professor*MacHugh asked, coming 07:105;0379[' ]| to$4$ the editor and laying a firm hand on$4$ his shoulder. 07:105;0380[ZC ]| ~~ That$6#2$ will$1$ be all right, 07:105;0380[' ]| Myles*Crawford said more calmly. 07:105;0380[ZC ]| Never you fret. 07:105;0381[ZC ]| Hello, Jack. That$6#2$ is all right. 07:105;0382[T ]| ~~ Good day, Myles, 07:105;0382[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said, letting the pages he held slip limply 07:105;0383[' ]| back on$4$ the file. 07:105;0383[T ]| Is that$6#2$ Canada swindle case on$5$ today? 07:105;0384[' ]| The telephone whirred inside. 07:105;0385[C ]| ~~ Twentyeight. No$7$. Twenty. Double four, yes. 07:105;0386[' ]| <+++SPOT THE WINNER{> 07:105;0387[' ]| Lenehan came out of the inner office with \Sport\'s tissues. 07:105;0388[ZD ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ wants a dead cert for$4$ the Gold cup? 07:105;0388[' ]| he asked. 07:105;0388[ZD ]| Sceptre with O. 07:105;0389[ZD ]| Madden up$5$. 07:106;0390[' ]| He tossed the tissues on$5$ to$4$ the table. 07:106;0391[' ]| Screams of newsboys barefoot in$4$ the hall rushed near and the door 07:106;0392[' ]| was flung open. 07:106;0393[ZD ]| ~~ Hush, 07:106;0393[' ]| Lenehan said. 07:106;0393[ZD ]| I hear feetstoops. 07:106;0394[' ]| Professor*MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing 07:106;0395[' ]| urchin by$4$ the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the 07:106;0396[' ]| steps. The tissues rustled up$5$ in$4$ the draught, floated softly in$4$ the air blue 07:106;0397[' ]| scrawls and under the table came to$4$ earth. 07:106;0398[V ]| ~~ It was not me, sir. It was the big fellow shoved me, sir. 07:106;0399[ZC ]| ~~ Throw him out and shut the door, 07:106;0399[' ]| the editor said. 07:106;0399[ZC ]| There is a hurricane 07:106;0400[ZC ]| blowing. 07:106;0401[' ]| Lenehan began to$9$ paw the tissues up$5$ from the floor, grunting as he 07:106;0402[' ]| stooped twice. 07:106;0403[V ]| ~~ Waiting for$4$ the racing special, sir, 07:106;0403[' ]| the newsboy said. 07:106;0403[V ]| It was Pat*Farrell 07:106;0404[V ]| shoved me, sir. 07:106;0405[' ]| He pointed to$4$ two faces peering in$5$ round the doorframe. 07:106;0406[V ]| ~~ Him, sir. 07:106;0407[U ]| ~~ Out of this with you, 07:106;0407[' ]| professor*MacHugh said gruffly. 07:106;0408[' ]| He hustled the boy out and banged the door to$5$. 07:106;0409[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking: 07:106;0410[T ]| ~~ Continued on$4$ page six, column four. 07:106;0411[C ]| ~~ Yes, \Evening*Telegraph\ here, 07:106;0411[' ]| Mr*Bloom phoned from the inner office. 07:106;0411[C ]| Is 07:106;0412[C ]| the boss ~ ? Yes, \Telegraph\ ~ To$4$ where? Aha! Which$6#2$ auction rooms? ~ 07:106;0413[C ]| Aha! I see. Right. I will$1$ catch him. 07:106;0414[' ]| <+++A COLLISION ENSUES{> 07:106;0415[' ]| The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in$5$ quickly and 07:106;0416[' ]| bumped against Lenehan who$6#1$ was struggling up$5$ with the second tissue. 07:106;0417[ZD ]| ~~ \Pardon, monsieur\, 07:106;0417[' ]| Lenehan said, clutching him for$4$ an instant and making 07:106;0418[' ]| a grimace. 07:106;0419[C ]| ~~ My fault, 07:106;0419[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, suffering his grip. 07:106;0419[C ]| Are you hurt? I am in$4$ a hurry. 07:106;0420[ZD ]| ~~ Knee, 07:106;0420[' ]| Lenehan said. 07:106;0421[' ]| He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee: 07:106;0422[ZD ]| ~~ The accumulation of the \anno Domini\. 07:106;0423[C ]| ~~ Sorry, 07:106;0423[' ]| Mr*Bloom said. 07:106;0424[' ]| He went to$4$ the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J%*J%*O'Molloy 07:106;0425[' ]| slapped the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voices, a mouthorgan, 07:106;0426[' ]| echoed in$4$ the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on$4$ the doorsteps: 07:106;0427[Z ]| ~~ \We are the boys of Wexford\ 07:106;0428[Z ]| \Who$6#1$ fought with heart and hand.\ 07:106;0429[' ]| <+++EXIT BLOOM{> 07:106;0430[C ]| ~~ I am just running round to$4$ Bachelor's*walk, 07:106;0430[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, 07:106;0430[C ]| about this ad 07:106;0431[C ]| of Keyes's. Want to$9$ fix it up$5$. They tell me he is round there in$4$ Dillon's. 07:107;0432[' ]| He looked indecisively for$4$ a moment at their faces. The editor who$6#1$, 07:107;0433[' ]| leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on$4$ his hand, 07:107;0434[' ]| suddenly stretched forth an arm amply. 07:107;0435[ZC ]| ~~ Begone! 07:107;0435[' ]| he said. 07:107;0435[ZC ]| The world is before you. 07:107;0436[C ]| ~~ Back in$4$ no$2$ time, 07:107;0436[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, hurrying out. 07:107;0437[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them, 07:107;0438[' ]| blowing them apart gently, without comment. 07:107;0439[U ]| ~~ He will$1$ get that$6#2$ advertisement, 07:107;0439[' ]| the professor said, staring through his 07:107;0440[' ]| blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind. 07:107;0440[U ]| Look at the young scamps after 07:107;0441[U ]| him. 07:107;0442[ZD ]| ~~ Show. Where? 07:107;0442[' ]| Lenehan cried, running to$4$ the window. 07:107;0443[' ]| <+++A STREET CORTEGE{> 07:107;0444[' ]| Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in$4$ Mr*Bloom's 07:107;0445[' ]| wake, the last zigzagging white on$4$ the breeze a mocking kite, a tail 07:107;0446[' ]| of white bowknots. 07:107;0447[ZD ]| ~~ Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, 07:107;0447[' ]| Lenehan said, 07:107;0447[ZD ]| and 07:107;0448[ZD ]| you will$1$ kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk. Small 07:107;0449[ZD ]| nines. Steal upon$4$ larks. 07:107;0450[' ]| He began to$9$ mazurka in$4$ swift caricature across the floor on$4$ sliding 07:107;0451[' ]| feet past the fireplace to$4$ J%*J%*O'Molloy who$6#1$ placed the tissues in$4$ his 07:107;0452[' ]| receiving hands. 07:107;0453[ZC ]| ~~ What is that$6#2$? 07:107;0453[' ]| Myles*Crawford said with a start. 07:107;0453[ZC ]| Where are the other two 07:107;0454[ZC ]| gone? 07:107;0455[U ]| ~~ Who$6#2$? 07:107;0455[' ]| the professor said, turning. 07:107;0455[U ]| They are gone round to$4$ the Oval for$4$ a 07:107;0456[U ]| drink. Paddy*Hooper is there with Jack*Hall. Came over last night. 07:107;0457[ZC ]| ~~ Come on$5$ then, 07:107;0457[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:107;0457[ZC ]| Where is my hat? 07:107;0458[' ]| He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket, 07:107;0459[' ]| jingling his keys in$4$ his back pocket. They jingled then in$4$ the air and against 07:107;0460[' ]| the wood as he locked his desk drawer. 07:107;0461[U ]| ~~ He is pretty well on$5$, 07:107;0461[' ]| professor*MacHugh said in$4$ a low voice. 07:107;0462[T ]| ~~ Seems to$9$ be, 07:107;0462[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in$4$ murmuring 07:107;0463[' ]| meditation, 07:107;0463[T ]| but it is not always as it seems. Who$6#2$ has the most matches? 07:107;0464[' ]| <+++THE CALUMET OF PEACE{> 07:107;0465[' ]| He offered a cigarette to$4$ the professor and took one himself. Lenehan 07:107;0466[' ]| promptly struck a match for$4$ them and lit their cigarettes in$4$ turn. J%*J%*O'Molloy 07:107;0467[' ]| opened his case again and offered it. 07:107;0468[ZD ]| ~~ \Thanky vous\, 07:107;0468[' ]| Lenehan said, helping himself. 07:107;0469[' ]| The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on$4$ his brow. 07:107;0470[' ]| He declaimed in$4$ song, pointing sternly at professor*MacHugh: 07:108;0471[Z ]| ~~ \It was rank and fame that$6#1$ tempted thee,\ 07:108;0472[Z ]| \It was empire charmed thy heart.\ 07:108;0473[' ]| The professor grinned, locking his long lips. 07:108;0474[ZC ]| ~~ Eh? You bloody old Roman empire? 07:108;0474[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:108;0475[' ]| He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for$4$ him 07:108;0476[' ]| with quick grace, said: 07:108;0477[ZD ]| ~~ Silence for$4$ my brandnew riddle! 07:108;0478[T ]| ~~ \Imperium romanum\, 07:108;0478[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said gently. 07:108;0478[T ]| It sounds nobler than 07:108;0479[T ]| British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in$4$ the fire. 07:108;0480[' ]| Myles*Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling. 07:108;0481[ZC ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is it, 07:108;0481[' ]| he said. 07:108;0481[ZC ]| We are the fat. You and I are the fat in$4$ the fire. We 07:108;0482[ZC ]| have not got the chance of a snowball in$4$ hell. 07:108;0483[' ]| <+++THE GRANDEUR THAT$6#1$ WAS ROME{> 07:108;0484[U ]| ~~ Wait a moment, 07:108;0484[' ]| professor*MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. 07:108;0484[U ]| We 07:108;0485[U ]| must not be led away by$4$ words, by$4$ sounds of words. We think of Rome, 07:108;0486[U ]| imperial, imperious, imperative. 07:108;0487[' ]| He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, 07:108;0488[' ]| pausing: 07:108;0489[U ]| ~~ What was their civilisation? Vast, I allow: but vile. \Cloacae\: sewers. The 07:108;0490[U ]| jews in$4$ the wilderness and on$4$ the mountaintop said: \It is meet to$9$ be here.\ 07:108;0491[U ]| \Let us build an altar to$4$ Jehovah.\ The Roman, like$4$ the Englishman who$6#1$ 07:108;0492[U ]| follows in$4$ his footsteps, brought to$4$ every new shore on$4$ which$6#1$ he set his foot 07:108;0493[U ]| (on$4$ our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed about 07:108;0494[U ]| him in$4$ his toga and he said: \It is meet to$9$ be here. Let us construct a\ 07:108;0495[U ]| \watercloset.\ 07:108;0496[ZD ]| ~~ Which$6#1$ they accordingly did do, 07:108;0496[' ]| Lenehan said. 07:108;0496[ZD ]| Our old ancient ancestors, 07:108;0497[ZD ]| as we read in$4$ the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial to$4$ the running 07:108;0498[ZD ]| stream. 07:108;0499[T ]| ~~ They were nature's gentlemen, 07:108;0499[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy murmured. 07:108;0499[T ]| But we have 07:108;0500[T ]| also Roman law. 07:108;0501[U ]| ~~ And Pontius*Pilate is its prophet, 07:108;0501[' ]| professor*MacHugh responded. 07:108;0502[T ]| ~~ Do you know that$6#2$ story about chief*baron*Palles? 07:108;0502[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy asked. 07:108;0503[T ]| It was at the royal*university dinner. Everything was going swimmingly ~ . 07:108;0504[ZD ]| ~~ First my riddle, 07:108;0504[' ]| Lenehan said. 07:108;0504[ZD ]| Are you ready? 07:108;0505[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke, tall in$4$ copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in$5$ 07:108;0506[' ]| from the hallway. Stephen*Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered. 07:108;0507[ZD ]| ~~ \Entrez, mes enfants!\ 07:108;0507[' ]| Lenehan cried. 07:108;0508[ZE ]| ~~ I escort a suppliant, 07:108;0508[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said melodiously. 07:108;0508[ZE ]| Youth led by$4$ 07:108;0509[ZE ]| Experience visits Notoriety. 07:108;0510[ZC ]| ~~ How do you do? 07:108;0510[' ]| the editor said, holding out a hand. 07:108;0510[ZC ]| Come in$5$. Your 07:108;0511[ZC ]| governor is just gone. 07:109;0512[' ]| <+++?*?*?{> 07:109;0513[' ]| Lenehan said to$4$ all: 07:109;0514[ZD ]| ~~ Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, 07:109;0515[ZD ]| reply. 07:109;0516[' ]| Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to$4$ the title and 07:109;0517[' ]| signature. 07:109;0518[ZC ]| ~~ Who$6#2$? 07:109;0519[' ]| the editor asked. 07:109;0519@b | Bit torn off. 07:109;0520[B ]| ~~ Mr*Garrett*Deasy, 07:109;0521[' ]| Stephen said. 07:109;0521[ZC ]| ~~ That$6#2$ old pelters, 07:109;0521[' ]| the editor said. 07:109;0521[ZC ]| Who$6#2$ tore it? Was he short taken? 07:109;0522[Z ]| \On$4$ swift sail flaming\ 07:109;0523[Z ]| \From storm and south\ 07:109;0524[Z ]| \He comes, pale vampire,\ 07:109;0525[Z ]| \Mouth to$4$ my mouth.\ 07:109;0526[U ]| ~~ Good day, Stephen, 07:109;0526[' ]| the professor said, coming to$9$ peer over their 07:109;0527[' ]| shoulders. 07:109;0527[U ]| Foot and mouth? Are you turned ~ ? 07:109;0528@b | Bullockbefriending bard. 07:109;0529[' ]| <+++SHINDY IN$4$ WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT{> 07:109;0530[B ]| ~~ Good day, sir, 07:109;0530[' ]| Stephen answered blushing. 07:109;0530[B ]| The letter is not mine. Mr*Garrett*Deasy 07:109;0531[B ]| asked me to$9$ ~ 07:109;0532[ZC ]| ~~ O, I know him, 07:109;0532[' ]| Myles*Crawford said, 07:109;0532[ZC ]| and I knew his wife too. The 07:109;0533[ZC ]| bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By$4$ Jesus, she had the foot and mouth 07:109;0534[ZC ]| disease and no$2$ mistake! The night she threw the soup in$4$ the waiter's face in$4$ 07:109;0535[ZC ]| the Star*and*Garter. Oho! 07:109;0536[Z ]| A woman brought sin into the world. For$4$ Helen, the runaway wife of 07:109;0537[Z ]| Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O'Rourke, prince*of*Breffni. 07:109;0538[B ]| ~~ Is he a widower? 07:109;0538[' ]| Stephen asked. 07:109;0539[ZC ]| ~~ Ay, a grass one, 07:109;0539[' ]| Myles*Crawford said, his eye running down the 07:109;0540[' ]| typescript. 07:109;0540[XX ]| Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on$4$ the 07:109;0541[XX ]| ramparts of Vienna. Do not you forget! Maximilian*Karl*O'Donnell, graf*von*Tirconnell 07:109;0542[XX ]| in$4$ Ireland. Sent his heir over to$9$ make the king an Austrian 07:109;0543[XX ]| fieldmarshal now. Going to$9$ be trouble there one day. Wild geese. O yes, 07:109;0544[XX ]| every time. Do not you forget that$6#2$! 07:109;0545[T ]| ~~ The moot point is did he forget it, 07:109;0545[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said quietly, turning a 07:109;0546[' ]| horseshoe paperweight. 07:109;0546[T ]| Saving princes is a thankyou job. 07:109;0547[' ]| Professor*MacHugh turned on$4$ him. 07:109;0548[U ]| ~~ And if not? 07:109;0548[' ]| he said. 07:109;0549[ZC ]| ~~ I will$1$ tell you how it was, 07:109;0549[' ]| Myles*Crawford began. 07:109;0549[ZC ]| A Hungarian it was one 07:109;0550[ZC ]| day ~ 07:110;0551[' ]| <+++LOST CAUSES{> 07:110;0552[' ]| <+++NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED{> 07:110;0553[U ]| ~~ We were always loyal to$4$ lost causes, 07:110;0553[' ]| the professor said. 07:110;0553[U ]| Success for$4$ us is 07:110;0554[U ]| the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal to$4$ the 07:110;0555[U ]| successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I speak the 07:110;0556[U ]| tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time is money. 07:110;0557[U ]| Material domination. \Domine!\ Lord! Where is the spirituality? Lord*Jesus? 07:110;0558[U ]| Lord*Salisbury? A sofa in$4$ a westend club. But the Greek! 07:110;0559[' ]| <+++KYRIE ELEISON!{> 07:110;0560[' ]| A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long 07:110;0561[' ]| lips. 07:110;0562[U ]| ~~ The Greek! 07:110;0562[' ]| he said again. 07:110;0562[U ]| \Kyrios!\ Shining word! The vowels the Semite 07:110;0563[U ]| and the Saxon know not. \Kyrie!\ The radiance of the intellect. I ought to$9$ 07:110;0564[U ]| profess Greek, the language of the mind. \Kyrie eleison!\ The closetmaker 07:110;0565[U ]| and the cloacamaker will$1$ never be lords of our spirit. We are liege subjects 07:110;0566[U ]| of the catholic chivalry of Europe that$6#1$ foundered at Trafalgar and of the 07:110;0567[U ]| empire of the spirit, not an \imperium\, that$6#1$ went under with the Athenian 07:110;0568[U ]| fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went under. Pyrrhus, misled by$4$ an 07:110;0569[U ]| oracle, made a last attempt to$9$ retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Loyal to$4$ a lost 07:110;0570[U ]| cause. 07:110;0571[' ]| He strode away from them towards the window. 07:110;0572[ZE ]| ~~ They went forth to$4$ battle, 07:110;0572[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said greyly, 07:110;0572[ZE ]| but they 07:110;0573[ZE ]| always fell. 07:110;0574[ZD ]| ~~ Boohoo! 07:110;0574[' ]| Lenehan wept with a little noise. 07:110;0574[ZD ]| Owing to$4$ a brick received in$4$ 07:110;0575[ZD ]| the latter half of the \matinee\. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus! 07:110;0576[' ]| He whispered then near Stephen's ear: 07:110;0577[' ]| <+++LENEHAN'S LIMERICK{> 07:110;0578[Z ]| ~~ \There is a ponderous pundit MacHugh\ 07:110;0579[Z ]| \Who$6#1$ wears goggles of ebony hue.\ 07:110;0580[Z ]| \As he mostly sees double\ 07:110;0581[Z ]| \To$9$ wear them why trouble?\ 07:110;0582[Z ]| \I can not see the Joe*Miller. Can you?\ 07:110;0583[XX ]| In$4$ mourning for$4$ Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly 07:110;0584[XX ]| dead. 07:110;0585[' ]| Myles*Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket. 07:110;0586[ZC ]| ~~ That$6#2$ will$1$ be all right, 07:110;0586[' ]| he said. 07:110;0586[ZC ]| I will$1$ read the rest after. That$6#2$ will$1$ be all right. 07:110;0587[' ]| Lenehan extended his hands in$4$ protest. 07:110;0588[ZD ]| ~~ But my riddle! 07:110;0588[' ]| he said. 07:110;0558[ZD ]| What opera is like$4$ a railwayline? 07:110;0589[ZD ]| ~~ Opera? 07:110;0589[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke's sphinx face reriddled. 07:110;0590[' ]| Lenehan announced gladly: 07:111;0591[ZD ]| ~~ \The*Rose*of*Castile.\ See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee! 07:111;0592[' ]| He poked Mr*O'Madden*Burke mildly in$4$ the spleen. Mr*O'Madden*Burke 07:111;0593[' ]| fell back with grace on$4$ his umbrella, feigning a gasp. 07:111;0594[ZE ]| ~~ Help! 07:111;0594[' ]| he sighed. 07:111;0594[ZE ]| I feel a strong weakness. 07:111;0595[' ]| Lenehan, rising to$9$ tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling 07:111;0596[' ]| tissues. 07:111;0597[' ]| The professor, returning by$4$ way of the files, swept his hand across 07:111;0598[' ]| Stephen's and Mr*O'Madden*Burke's loose ties. 07:111;0599[U ]| ~~ Paris, past and present, 07:111;0599[' ]| he said. 07:111;0599[U ]| You look like$4$ communards. 07:111;0600[T ]| ~~ Like$4$ fellows who$6#1$ had blown up$5$ the Bastile, 07:111;0600[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said in$4$ quiet 07:111;0601[' ]| mockery. 07:111;0601[T ]| Or was it you shot the lord*lieutenant*of*Finland between you? 07:111;0602[T ]| You look as though you had done the deed. General*Bobrikoff. 07:111;0603[B ]| ~~ We were only thinking about it, 07:111;0603[' ]| Stephen said. 07:111;0604[' ]| <+++OMNIUM GATHERUM{> 07:111;0605[ZC ]| ~~ All the talents, 07:111;0605[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:111;0605[ZC ]| Law, the classics ~ 07:111;0606[ZD ]| ~~ The turf, 07:111;0606[' ]| Lenehan put in$5$. 07:111;0607[ZC ]| ~~ Literature, the press. 07:111;0608[U ]| ~~ If Bloom were here, 07:111;0608[' ]| the professor said. 07:111;0608[U ]| The gentle art of advertisement. 07:111;0609[ZE ]| ~~ And Madam*Bloom, 07:111;0609[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke added. 07:111;0609[ZE ]| The vocal muse. 07:111;0610[ZE ]| Dublin's prime favourite. 07:111;0611[' ]| Lenehan gave a loud cough. 07:111;0612[ZD ]| ~~ Ahem! 07:111;0612[' ]| he said very softly. 07:111;0612[ZD ]| O, for$4$ a fresh of breath air! I caught a cold in$4$ 07:111;0613[ZD ]| the park. The gate was open. 07:111;0614[' ]| <+++^'^'YOU CAN DO IT!''{> 07:111;0615[' ]| The editor laid a nervous hand on$4$ Stephen's shoulder. 07:111;0616[ZC ]| ~~ I want you to$9$ write something for$4$ me, 07:111;0616[' ]| he said. 07:111;0616[ZC ]| Something with a bite in$4$ it. 07:111;0617[ZC ]| You can do it. I see it in$4$ your face. 07:111;0617[Z ]| \In$4$ the lexicon of youth\ ~ . 07:111;0618@b | See it in$4$ your face. See it in$4$ your eye. Lazy idle little schemer. 07:111;0619[ZC ]| ~~ Foot and mouth disease! 07:111;0619[' ]| the editor cried in$4$ scornful invective. 07:111;0619[ZC ]| Great 07:111;0620[ZC ]| nationalist meeting in$4$ Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the public! 07:111;0621[ZC ]| Give them something with a bite in$4$ it. Put us all into it, damn its soul. 07:111;0622[ZC ]| Father, Son and Holy*Ghost and Jakes*M^'Carthy. 07:111;0623[ZE ]| ~~ We can all supply mental pabulum, 07:111;0623[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said. 07:111;0624[' ]| Stephen raised his eyes to$4$ the bold unheeding stare. 07:111;0625[T ]| ~~ He wants you for$4$ the pressgang, 07:111;0625[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said. 07:111;0626[' ]| <+++THE GREAT GALLAHER{> 07:111;0627[ZC ]| ~~ You can do it, 07:111;0627[' ]| Myles*Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in$4$ emphasis. 07:111;0628[ZC ]| Wait a minute. We will$1$ paralyse Europe as Ignatius*Gallaher used to$9$ say when 07:112;0629[ZC ]| he was on$4$ the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in$4$ the Clarence. Gallaher, 07:112;0630[ZC ]| that$6#2$ was a pressman for$4$ you. That$6#2$ was a pen. You know how he made his 07:112;0631[ZC ]| mark? I will$1$ tell you. That$6#2$ was the smartest piece of journalism ever known. 07:112;0632[ZC ]| That$6#2$ was in$4$ eightyone, sixth of May, time of the invincibles, murder in$4$ the 07:112;0633[ZC ]| Phoenix*park, before you were born, I suppose. I will$1$ show you. 07:112;0634[' ]| He pushed past them to$4$ the files. 07:112;0635[ZC ]| ~~ Look at here, 07:112;0635[' ]| he said turning. 07:112;0635[ZC ]| The \New*York*World\ cabled for$4$ a special. 07:112;0636[ZC ]| Remember that$6#2$ time? 07:112;0637[' ]| Professor*MacHugh nodded. 07:112;0638[ZC ]| ~~ \New*York*World\, 07:112;0638[' ]| the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat. 07:112;0639[ZC ]| Where it took place. Tim*Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean. Joe*Brady and the 07:112;0640[ZC ]| rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see? 07:112;0641[ZE ]| ~~ Skin-the-Goat, 07:112;0641[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said. 07:112;0641[ZE ]| Fitzharris. He has that$6#2$ 07:112;0642[ZE ]| cabman's shelter, they say, down there at Butt*bridge. Holohan told me. 07:112;0643[ZE ]| You know Holohan? 07:112;0644[ZC ]| ~~ Hop and carry one, is it? 07:112;0644[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:112;0645[ZE ]| ~~ And poor Gumley is down there too, so$5#2$ he told me, minding stones for$4$ 07:112;0646[ZE ]| the corporation. A night watchman. 07:112;0647[' ]| Stephen turned in$4$ surprise. 07:112;0648[B ]| ~~ Gumley? 07:112;0648[' ]| he said. 07:112;0648[B ]| You do not say so$5#2$? A friend of my father's, is it? 07:112;0649[ZC ]| ~~ Never mind Gumley, 07:112;0649[' ]| Myles*Crawford cried angrily. 07:112;0649[ZC ]| Let Gumley mind 07:112;0650[ZC ]| the stones, see they do not run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius*Gallaher 07:112;0651[ZC ]| do? I will$1$ tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away. Have 07:112;0652[ZC ]| you \Weekly*Freeman\ of 17 March? Right. Have you got that$6#2$? 07:112;0653[' ]| He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on$4$ a point. 07:112;0654[ZC ]| ~~ Take page four, advertisement for$4$ Bransome's coffee, let us say. Have 07:112;0655[ZC ]| you got that$6#2$? Right. 07:112;0656[' ]| The telephone whirred. 07:112;0657[' ]| <+++A DISTANT VOICE{> 07:112;0658[U ]| ~~ I will$1$ answer it, 07:112;0658[' ]| the professor said, going. 07:112;0659[ZC ]| ~~ B is parkgate. Good. 07:112;0660[' ]| His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating. 07:112;0661[ZC ]| ~~ T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon*gate. 07:112;0662[ZC ]| 07:112;0663[' ]| The loose flesh of his neck shook like$4$ a cock's wattles. An illstarched 07:112;0664[' ]| dicky jutted up$5$ and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his waistcoat. 07:112;0665[U ]| ~~ Hello? \Evening*Telegraph\ here. Hello? ~ Who$6#2$ is there? ~ Yes ~ Yes ~ 07:112;0666[U ]| Yes. 07:112;0667[ZC ]| ~~ F to$4$ P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for$4$ an alibi, Inchicore, 07:112;0668[ZC ]| Roundtown, Windy*Arbour, Palmerston*Park, Ranelagh. F%*A%*B%*P% Got 07:112;0669[ZC ]| that$6#2$? X is Davy's publichouse in$4$ upper*Leeson*street. 07:113;0670[' ]| The professor came to$4$ the inner door. 07:113;0671[U ]| ~~ Bloom is at the telephone, 07:113;0671[' ]| he said. 07:113;0672[ZC ]| ~~ Tell him go to$4$ hell, 07:113;0672[' ]| the editor said promptly. 07:113;0672[ZC ]| X is Davy's publichouse, 07:113;0673[ZC ]| see? 07:113;0674[' ]| <+++CLEVER, VERY{> 07:113;0675[ZD ]| ~~ Clever, 07:113;0675[' ]| Lenehan said. 07:113;0675[ZD ]| Very. 07:113;0676[ZC ]| ~~ Gave it to$4$ them on$4$ a hot plate, 07:113;0676[' ]| Myles*Crawford said, 07:113;0676[ZC ]| the whole bloody 07:113;0677[ZC ]| history. 07:113;0678@b | Nightmare from which$6#1$ you will$1$ never awake. 07:113;0679[ZC ]| ~~ I saw it, 07:113;0679[' ]| the editor said proudly. 07:113;0679[ZC ]| I was present. Dick*Adams, the 07:113;0680[ZC ]| besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in$5$, and 07:113;0681[ZC ]| myself. 07:113;0682[' ]| Lenehan bowed to$4$ a shape of air, announcing: 07:113;0683[ZD ]| ~~ Madam, I am Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba. 07:113;0684[ZC ]| ~~ History! 07:113;0684[' ]| Myles*Crawford cried. 07:113;0684[ZC ]| The Old Woman of Prince's*street was 07:113;0685[ZC ]| there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that$6#2$. Out of an 07:113;0686[ZC ]| advertisement. Gregor*Grey made the design for$4$ it. That$6#2$ gave him the leg 07:113;0687[ZC ]| up$5$. Then Paddy*Hooper worked Tay*Pay who$6#1$ took him on$5$ to$4$ the \Star\. 07:113;0688[ZC ]| Now he is got in$5$ with Blumenfeld. That$6#2$ is press. That$6#2$ is talent. Pyatt! He 07:113;0689[ZC ]| was all their daddies! 07:113;0690[ZD ]| ~~ The father of scare journalism, 07:113;0690[' ]| Lenehan confirmed, 07:113;0690[ZD ]| and the 07:113;0691[ZD ]| brother-in-law of Chris*Callinan. 07:113;0692[U ]| ~~ Hello? Are you there? Yes, he is here still. Come across yourself. 07:113;0693[ZC ]| ~~ Where do you find a pressman like$4$ that$6#2$ now, eh? 07:113;0693[' ]| the editor cried. 07:113;0694[' ]| He flung the pages down. 07:113;0695[ZD ]| ~~ Clamn dever, 07:113;0695[' ]| Lenehan said to$4$ Mr*O'Madden*Burke. 07:113;0696[ZE ]| ~~ Very smart, 07:113;0696[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said. 07:113;0697[' ]| Professor*MacHugh came from the inner office. 07:113;0698[U ]| ~~ Talking about the invincibles, 07:113;0698[' ]| he said, 07:113;0698[U ]| did you see that$3$ some hawkers 07:113;0699[U ]| were up$5$ before the recorder ~ 07:113;0700[T ]| ~~ O yes, 07:113;0700[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said eagerly. 07:113;0700[T ]| Lady*Dudley was walking home 07:113;0701[T ]| through the park to$9$ see all the trees that$6#1$ were blown down by$4$ that$6#2$ cyclone 07:113;0702[T ]| last year and thought she would buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to$9$ be a 07:113;0703[T ]| commemoration postcard of Joe*Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat. 07:113;0704[T ]| Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine! 07:113;0705[ZC ]| ~~ They are only in$4$ the hook and eye department, 07:113;0705[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:113;0706[ZC ]| Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like$4$ those 07:113;0707[ZC ]| fellows, like$4$ Whiteside, like$4$ Isaac*Butt, like$4$ silvertongued O'Hagan. Eh? 07:113;0708[ZC ]| Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in$4$ the halfpenny place. 07:113;0709[' ]| His mouth continued to$9$ twitch unspeaking in$4$ nervous curls of 07:113;0710[' ]| disdain. 07:113;0711@b | Would anyone wish that$6#2$ mouth for$4$ her kiss? How do you know? 07:113;0712@b | Why did you write it then? 07:114;0713[' ]| <+++RHYMES AND REASONS{> 07:114;0714@b | Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? 07:114;0715@b | Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed 07:114;0716@b | the same, looking the same, two by$4$ two. 07:114;0717[Z ]| \la tua pace\ 07:114;0718[Z ]| \che parlar ti piace\ 07:114;0719[Z ]| \Mentre che il vento, come fa, si tace.\ 07:114;0720[XX ]| He saw them three by$4$ three, approaching girls, in$4$ green, in$4$ rose, in$4$ 07:114;0721[XX ]| russet, entwining, \per l'aer perso\, in$4$ mauve, in$4$ purple, \quella pacifica\ 07:114;0722[XX ]| \oriafiamma\, gold of oriflamme, \di rimirar fe piu ardenti\. But I old men, 07:114;0723[XX ]| penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb 07:114;0724[XX ]| womb. 07:114;0725[ZE ]| ~~ Speak up$5$ for$4$ yourself, 07:114;0725[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said. 07:114;0726[' ]| <+++SUFFICIENT FOR$4$ THE DAY ~ {> 07:114;0727[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up$5$ the gage. 07:114;0728[T ]| ~~ My dear Myles, 07:114;0728[' ]| he said, flinging his cigarette aside, 07:114;0728[T ]| you put a false 07:114;0729[T ]| construction on$4$ my words. I hold no$2$ brief, as at present advised, for$4$ the 07:114;0730[T ]| third profession \qua\ profession but your Cork legs are running away with 07:114;0731[T ]| you. Why not bring in$4$ Henry*Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and 07:114;0732[T ]| Edmund*Burke? Ignatius*Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss, 07:114;0733[T ]| Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery 07:114;0734[T ]| guttersheet not to$9$ mention \Paddy*Kelly's*Budget\, \Pue's*Occurrences\ and our 07:114;0735[T ]| watchful friend \The*Skibbereen*Eagle\. Why bring in$5$ a master of forensic 07:114;0736[T ]| eloquence like$4$ Whiteside? Sufficient for$4$ the day is the newspaper thereof. 07:114;0737[' ]| <+++LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE{> 07:114;0738[ZC ]| ~~ Grattan and Flood wrote for$4$ this very paper, 07:114;0738[' ]| the editor cried in$4$ his face. 07:114;0739[ZC ]| Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr*Lucas. Who$6#2$ 07:114;0740[ZC ]| have you now like$4$ John*Philpot*Curran? Psha! 07:114;0741[T ]| ~~ Well, 07:114;0741[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said, 07:114;0741[T ]| Bushe*K%*C%, for$4$ example. 07:114;0742[ZC ]| ~~ Bushe? 07:114;0742[' ]| the editor said. 07:114;0742[ZC ]| Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in$4$ his 07:114;0743[ZC ]| blood. Kendal*Bushe or I mean Seymour*Bushe. 07:114;0744[U ]| ~~ He would have been on$4$ the bench long ago, 07:114;0744[' ]| the professor said, 07:114;0744[U ]| only 07:114;0745[U ]| for$4$ ~ But no$2$ matter. 07:114;0746[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy turned to$4$ Stephen and said quietly and slowly: 07:114;0747[T ]| ~~ One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to$4$ in$4$ my life fell 07:114;0748[T ]| from the lips of Seymour*Bushe. It was in$4$ that$6#2$ case of fratricide, the Childs 07:114;0749[T ]| murder case. Bushe defended him. 07:114;0750[XX ]| \And in$4$ the porches of mine ear did pour.\ 07:115;0751@b | By$4$ the way how did he find that$6#2$ out? He died in$4$ his sleep. Or the 07:115;0752@b | other story, beast with two backs? 07:115;0753[U ]| ~~ What was that$6#2$? 07:115;0753[' ]| the professor asked. 07:115;0754[' ]| <+++ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM{> 07:115;0755[T ]| ~~ He spoke on$4$ the law of evidence, 07:115;0755[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said, 07:115;0755[T ]| of Roman justice as 07:115;0756[T ]| contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the \lex talionis\. And he cited the 07:115;0757[T ]| Moses of Michelangelo in$4$ the vatican. 07:115;0758[ZC ]| ~~ Ha. 07:115;0759[ZD ]| ~~ A few wellchosen words, 07:115;0759[' ]| Lenehan prefaced. 07:115;0759[ZD ]| Silence! 07:115;0760[' ]| Pause. J%*J%*O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase. 07:115;0761@b | False lull. Something quite ordinary. 07:115;0762[' ]| Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar. 07:115;0763[XX ]| I have often thought since on$4$ looking back over that$6#2$ strange time that$3$ 07:115;0764[XX ]| it was that$6#2$ small act, trivial in$4$ itself, that$6#2$ striking of that$6#2$ match, that$6#1$ 07:115;0765[XX ]| determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives. 07:115;0766[' ]| <+++A POLISHED PERIOD{> 07:115;0767[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words: 07:115;0768[T ]| ~~ He said of it: 07:115;0768[Z ]| \that$6#2$ stony effigy in$4$ frozen music, horned and terrible, of the\ 07:115;0769[Z ]| \human form divine, that$6#2$ eternal symbol of wisdom and of prophecy which$6#1$,\ 07:115;0770[Z ]| \if aught that$6#1$ the imagination or the hand of sculptor has wrought in$4$ marble\ 07:115;0771[Z ]| \of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to$9$ live, deserves to$9$ live.\ 07:115;0772[' ]| His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall. 07:115;0773[ZC ]| ~~ Fine! 07:115;0773[' ]| Myles*Crawford said at once. 07:115;0774[ZE ]| ~~ The divine afflatus, 07:115;0774[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke said. 07:115;0775[T ]| ~~ You like$1$ it? 07:115;0775[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy asked Stephen. 07:115;0776[' ]| Stephen, his blood wooed by$4$ grace of language and gesture, blushed. 07:115;0777[' ]| He took a cigarette from the case. J%*J%*O'Molloy offered his case to$4$ Myles*Crawford. 07:115;0778[' ]| Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, 07:115;0779[' ]| saying: 07:115;0780[ZD ]| ~~ Muchibus thankibus. 07:115;0781[' ]| <+++A MAN OF HIGH MORALE{> 07:115;0782[T ]| ~~ Professor*Magennis was speaking to$4$ me about you, 07:115;0782[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said to$4$ 07:115;0783[' ]| Stephen. 07:115;0783[T ]| What do you think really of that$6#2$ hermetic crowd, the opal hush 07:115;0784[T ]| poets: A%*E% the mastermystic? That$6#2$ Blavatsky woman started it. She was a 07:115;0785[T ]| nice old bag of tricks. A%*E% has been telling some yankee interviewer that$3$ 07:115;0786[T ]| you came to$4$ him in$4$ the small hours of the morning to$9$ ask him about planes 07:115;0787[T ]| of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling A%*E%'s leg. 07:115;0788[T ]| He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis. 07:116;0789@b | Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he 07:116;0790@b | say about me? 07:116;0790@b | Do not ask. 07:116;0791[U ]| ~~ No$7$, thanks, 07:116;0791[' ]| professor*MacHugh said, waving the cigarettecase aside. 07:116;0792[U ]| Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever 07:116;0793[U ]| heard was a speech made by$4$ John*F*Taylor at the college historical society. 07:116;0794[U ]| Mr*Justice*Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and 07:116;0795[U ]| the paper under debate was an essay (new for$4$ those days), advocating the 07:116;0796[U ]| revival of the Irish tongue. 07:116;0797[' ]| He turned towards Myles*Crawford and said: 07:116;0798[U ]| ~~ You know Gerald*Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his 07:116;0799[U ]| discourse. 07:116;0800[T ]| ~~ He is sitting with Tim*Healy, 07:116;0800[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said, 07:116;0800[T ]| rumour has it, on$4$ the 07:116;0801[T ]| Trinity*college estates commission. 07:116;0802[ZC ]| ~~ He is sitting with a sweet thing, 07:116;0802[' ]| Myles*Crawford said, 07:116;0802[ZC ]| in$4$ a child's frock. 07:116;0803[ZC ]| Go on$5$. Well? 07:116;0804[U ]| ~~ It was the speech, mark you, 07:116;0804[' ]| the professor said, 07:116;0804[U ]| of a finished orator, full 07:116;0805[U ]| of courteous haughtiness and pouring in$4$ chastened diction I will$1$ not say the 07:116;0806[U ]| vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon$4$ the new 07:116;0807[U ]| movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore 07:116;0808[U ]| worthless. 07:116;0809[' ]| He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to$9$ be on$5$, raised an 07:116;0810[' ]| outspanned hand to$4$ his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and 07:116;0811[' ]| ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to$4$ a new focus. 07:116;0812[' ]| <+++IMPROMPTU{> 07:116;0813[' ]| In$4$ ferial tone he addressed J%*J%*O'Molloy: 07:116;0814[U ]| ~~ Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That$3$ he had 07:116;0815[U ]| prepared his speech I do not believe for$3$ there was not even one 07:116;0816[U ]| shorthandwriter in$4$ the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy 07:116;0817[U ]| beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he 07:116;0818[U ]| looked (though he was not) a dying man. 07:116;0819[' ]| His gaze turned at once but slowly from J%*J%*O'Molloy's towards 07:116;0820[' ]| Stephen's face and then bent at once to$4$ the ground, seeking. His unglazed 07:116;0821[' ]| linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by$4$ his withering hair. Still 07:116;0822[' ]| seeking, he said: 07:116;0823[U ]| ~~ When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John*F*Taylor rose to$9$ reply. Briefly, 07:116;0824[U ]| as well as I can bring them to$4$ mind, his words were these. 07:116;0825[' ]| He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more. 07:116;0826[' ]| Witless shellfish swam in$4$ the gross lenses to$8$ and fro, seeking outlet. 07:116;0827[' ]| He began: 07:116;0828[Z ]| ~~ \Mr chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in$4$ listening\ 07:116;0829[Z ]| \to$4$ the remarks addressed to$4$ the youth of Ireland a moment since by$4$ my\ 07:116;0830[Z ]| \learned friend. It seemed to$4$ me that$3$ I had been transported into a country far\ 07:117;0831[Z ]| \away from this country, into an age remote from this age, that$3$ I stood in$4$\ 07:117;0832[Z ]| \ancient Egypt and that$3$ I was listening to$4$ the speech of some highpriest of that$6#2$\ 07:117;0833[Z ]| \land addressed to$4$ the youthful Moses.\ 07:117;0834[' ]| His listeners held their cigarettes poised to$9$ hear, their smokes 07:117;0835[' ]| ascending in$4$ frail stalks that$6#1$ flowered with his speech. 07:117;0835[Z ]| \And let our crooked\ 07:117;0836[Z ]| \smokes.\ 07:117;0836@b | Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at it 07:117;0837@b | yourself? 07:117;0838[Z ]| ~~ \And it seemed to$4$ me that$3$ I heard the voice of that$6#2$ Egyptian highpriest\ 07:117;0839[Z ]| \raised in$4$ a tone of like$4$ haughtiness and like$4$ pride. I heard his words and their\ 07:117;0840[Z ]| \meaning was revealed to$4$ me.\ 07:117;0841[' ]| <+++FROM THE FATHERS{> 07:117;0842[Z ]| It was revealed to$4$ me that$3$ those things are good which$6#1$ yet are 07:117;0843[Z ]| corrupted which$6#1$ neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were 07:117;0844[Z ]| good could be corrupted. 07:117;0844@b | Ah, curse you! That$6#2$ is saint*Augustine. 07:117;0845[Z ]| ~~ \Why will$1$ you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our language?\ 07:117;0846[Z ]| \You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen: we are a mighty people. You have no$2$\ 07:117;0847[Z ]| \cities nor no$2$ wealth: our cities are hives of humanity and our galleys, trireme\ 07:117;0848[Z ]| \and quadrireme, laden with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of the\ 07:117;0849[Z ]| \known globe. You have but emerged from primitive conditions: we have a\ 07:117;0850[Z ]| \literature, a priesthood, an agelong history and a polity.\ 07:117;0851@b | Nile. 07:117;0852@b | Child, man, effigy. 07:117;0853@b | By$4$ the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man 07:117;0854@b | supple in$4$ combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone. 07:117;0855[Z ]| ~~ \You pray to$4$ a local and obscure idol: our temples, majestic and mysterious,\ 07:117;0856[Z ]| \are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra. Yours serfdom,\ 07:117;0857[Z ]| \awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the seas. Israel is weak and few are\ 07:117;0858[Z ]| \her children: Egypt is an host and terrible are her arms. Vagrants and\ 07:117;0859[Z ]| \daylabourers are you called: the world trembles at our name.\ 07:117;0860[' ]| A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it 07:117;0861[' ]| boldly: 07:117;0862[Z ]| ~~ \But, ladies and gentlemen, had the youthful Moses listened to$4$ and accepted\ 07:117;0863[Z ]| \that$6#2$ view of life, had he bowed his head and bowed his will$0$ and bowed his\ 07:117;0864[Z ]| \spirit before that$6#2$ arrogant admonition he would never have brought the\ 07:117;0865[Z ]| \chosen people out of their house of bondage,\ \nor followed the pillar of the\ 07:117;0866[Z ]| \cloud by$4$ day. He would never have spoken with the Eternal amid lightnings\ 07:117;0867[Z ]| \on$4$ Sinai's mountaintop nor ever have come down with the light of\ 07:117;0868[Z ]| \inspiration shining in$4$ his countenance and bearing in$4$ his arms the tables of\ 07:117;0869[Z ]| \the law, graven in$4$ the language of the outlaw.\ 07:117;0870[' ]| He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence. 07:118;0871[' ]| <+++OMINOUS{ ~~ +++ FOR$4$ HIM!{> 07:118;0872[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy said not without regret: 07:118;0873[T ]| ~~ And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. 07:118;0874[ZD ]| ~~ A sudden-at-the-moment-though-from-lingering-illness-often- 07:118;0875[ZD ]| previously-expectorated-demise, 07:118;0875[' ]| Lenehan added. 07:118;0875[ZD ]| And with a great future 07:118;0876[ZD ]| behind him. 07:118;0877[' ]| The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and 07:118;0878[' ]| pattering up$4$ the staircase. 07:118;0879[U ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is oratory, 07:118;0879[' ]| the professor said uncontradicted. 07:118;0880@b | Gone with the wind. Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. 07:118;0881@b | Miles of ears of porches. The tribune's words, howled and scattered to$4$ the 07:118;0882@b | four winds. A people sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records 07:118;0883@b | of all that$6#1$ ever anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him: me no$2$ more. 07:118;0884@b | I have money. 07:118;0885[B ]| ~~ Gentlemen, 07:118;0885[' ]| Stephen said. 07:118;0885[B ]| As the next motion on$4$ the agenda paper may I 07:118;0886[B ]| suggest that$3$ the house do now adjourn? 07:118;0887[ZE ]| ~~ You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment? 07:118;0887[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke 07:118;0888[' ]| asked. 07:118;0888[ZE ]| It is the hour, methinks, when the winejug, 07:118;0889[ZE ]| metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in$4$ Ye ancient hostelry. 07:118;0890[ZD ]| ~~ That$3$ it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that$6#1$ are in$4$ favour say ay, 07:118;0891[' ]| Lenehan announced. 07:118;0891[ZD ]| The contrary no$7$. I declare it carried. To$4$ which$6#2$ 07:118;0892[ZD ]| particular boosingshed ~ ? My casting vote is: Mooney's! 07:118;0893[' ]| He led the way, admonishing: 07:118;0894[ZD ]| ~~ We will$1$ sternly refuse to$9$ partake of strong waters, will$1$ we not? Yes, we 07:118;0895[ZD ]| will$1$ not. By$4$ no$2$ manner of means. 07:118;0896[' ]| Mr*O'Madden*Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his 07:118;0897[' ]| umbrella: 07:118;0898[ZE ]| ~~ Lay on$5$, Macduff! 07:118;0899[ZC ]| ~~ Chip of the old block! 07:118;0899[' ]| the editor cried, clapping Stephen on$4$ the shoulder. 07:118;0900[ZC ]| Let us go. Where are those blasted keys? 07:118;0901[' ]| He fumbled in$4$ his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets. 07:118;0902[ZC ]| ~~ Foot and mouth. I know. That$6#2$ will$1$ be all right. That$6#2$ will$1$ go in$5$. Where are 07:118;0903[ZC ]| they? That$6#2$ is all right. 07:118;0904[' ]| He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office. 07:118;0905[' ]| <+++LET US HOPE{> 07:118;0906[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy, about to$9$ follow him in$5$, said quietly to$4$ Stephen: 07:118;0907[T ]| ~~ I hope you will$1$ live to$9$ see it published. Myles, one moment. 07:118;0908[' ]| He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him. 07:118;0909[U ]| ~~ Come along, Stephen, 07:118;0909[' ]| the professor said. 07:118;0909[U ]| That$6#2$ is fine, is not it? It has the 07:118;0910[U ]| prophetic vision. \Fuit Ilium!\ The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this 07:118;0911[U ]| world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today. 07:119;0912[' ]| The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and 07:119;0913[' ]| rushed out into the street, yelling: 07:119;0914[V ]| ~~ Racing special! 07:119;0915@b | Dublin. I have much, much to$9$ learn. 07:119;0916[' ]| They turned to$4$ the left along Abbey*street. 07:119;0917[B ]| ~~ I have a vision too, 07:119;0917[' ]| Stephen said. 07:119;0918[U ]| ~~ Yes? 07:119;0918[' ]| the professor said, skipping to$9$ get into step. 07:119;0918[U ]| Crawford will$1$ follow. 07:119;0919[' ]| Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran: 07:119;0920[V ]| ~~ Racing special! 07:119;0921[' ]| <+++DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN{> 07:119;0922[XX ]| Dubliners. 07:119;0923[B ]| ~~ Two Dublin vestals, 07:119;0923[' ]| Stephen said, 07:119;0923[B ]| elderly and pious, have lived fifty and 07:119;0924[B ]| fiftythree years in$4$ Fumbally's*lane. 07:119;0925[U ]| ~~ Where is that$6#2$? 07:119;0925[' ]| the professor asked. 07:119;0926[B ]| ~~ Off Blackpitts, 07:119;0926[' ]| Stephen said. 07:119;0927@b | Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face 07:119;0928@b | glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records. 07:119;0929@b | Quicker, darlint! 07:119;0930@b | On$5$ now. Dare it. Let there be life. 07:119;0931[B ]| ~~ They want to$9$ see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson's*pillar. 07:119;0932[B ]| They save up$5$ three and tenpence in$4$ a red tin letterbox moneybox. They 07:119;0933[B ]| shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies with 07:119;0934[B ]| the blade of a knife. Two and three in$4$ silver and one and seven in$4$ coppers. 07:119;0935[B ]| They put on$5$ their bonnets and best clothes and take their umbrellas for$4$ fear 07:119;0936[B ]| it may come on$5$ to$9$ rain. 07:119;0937[U ]| ~~ Wise virgins, 07:119;0937[' ]| professor*MacHugh said. 07:119;0938[' ]| <+++LIFE ON$4$ THE RAW{> 07:119;0939[B ]| ~~ They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at 07:119;0940[B ]| the north city diningrooms in$4$ Marlborough*street from Miss*Kate*Collins, 07:119;0941[B ]| proprietress. They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the 07:119;0942[B ]| foot of Nelson's*pillar to$9$ take off the thirst of the brawn. They give two 07:119;0943[B ]| threepenny bits to$4$ the gentleman at the turnstile and begin to$9$ waddle slowly 07:119;0944[B ]| up$4$ the winding staircase, grunting, encouraging each other, afraid of the 07:119;0945[B ]| dark, panting, one asking the other have you the brawn, praising God and 07:119;0946[B ]| the Blessed*Virgin, threatening to$9$ come down, peeping at the airslits. Glory 07:119;0947[B ]| be to$4$ God. They had no$2$ idea it was that$6#2$ high. 07:119;0948[B ]| Their names are Anne*Kearns and Florence*MacCabe. Anne*Kearns 07:119;0949[B ]| has the lumbago for$4$ which$6#1$ she rubs on$5$ Lourdes water, given her by$4$ a lady 07:119;0950[B ]| who$6#1$ got a bottleful from a passionist father. Florence*MacCabe takes a 07:119;0951[B ]| crubeen and a bottle of double X for$4$ supper every Saturday. 07:120;0952[U ]| ~~ Antithesis, 07:120;0952[' ]| the professor said nodding twice. 07:120;0952[U ]| Vestal virgins. I can see 07:120;0953[U ]| them. What is keeping our friend? 07:120;0954[' ]| He turned. 07:120;0955[' ]| A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in$4$ 07:120;0956[' ]| all directions, yelling, their white papers fluttering. Hard after them Myles*Crawford 07:120;0957[' ]| appeared on$4$ the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face, talking 07:120;0958[' ]| with J%*J%*O'Molloy. 07:120;0959[U ]| ~~ Come along, 07:120;0959[' ]| the professor cried, waving his arm. 07:120;0960[' ]| He set off again to$9$ walk by$4$ Stephen's side. 07:120;0961[U ]| ~~ Yes, 07:120;0961[' ]| he said. 07:120;0961[U ]| I see them. 07:120;0962[' ]| <+++RETURN OF BLOOM{> 07:120;0963[' ]| Mr*Bloom, breathless, caught in$4$ a whirl of wild newsboys near the 07:120;0964[' ]| offices of the \Irish*Catholic\ and \Dublin*Penny*Journal\, called: 07:120;0965[C ]| ~~ Mr*Crawford! A moment! 07:120;0966[V ]| ~~ \Telegraph\! Racing special! 07:120;0967[ZC ]| ~~ What is it? 07:120;0967[' ]| Myles*Crawford said, falling back a pace. 07:120;0968[' ]| A newsboy cried in$4$ Mr*Bloom's face: 07:120;0969[V ]| ~~ Terrible tragedy in$4$ Rathmines! A child bit by$4$ a bellows! 07:120;0970[' ]| <+++INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR{> 07:120;0971[C ]| ~~ Just this ad, 07:120;0971[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps, puffing, 07:120;0972[' ]| and taking the cutting from his pocket. 07:120;0972[C ]| I spoke with Mr*Keyes just now. 07:120;0973[C ]| He will$1$ give a renewal for$4$ two months, he says. After he will$1$ see. But he wants a 07:120;0974[C ]| par to$9$ call attention in$4$ the \Telegraph\ too, the Saturday pink. And he wants 07:120;0975[C ]| it copied if it is not too late I told councillor*Nannetti from the \Kilkenny*People\. 07:120;0976[C ]| I can have access to$4$ it in$4$ the national*library. House of keys, do not 07:120;0977[C ]| you see? His name is Keyes. It is a play on$4$ the name. But he practically 07:120;0978[C ]| promised he would give the renewal. But he wants just a little puff. What will$1$ I 07:120;0979[C ]| tell him, Mr*Crawford? 07:120;0980[' ]| <+++K%*M%*A%{> 07:120;0981[ZC ]| ~~ Will$1$ you tell him he can kiss my arse? 07:120;0981[' ]| Myles*Crawford said throwing out 07:120;0982[' ]| his arm for$4$ emphasis. 07:120;0982[ZC ]| Tell him that$6#2$ straight from the stable. 07:120;0983@c | A bit nervy. Look out for$4$ squalls. All off for$4$ a drink. Arm in$4$ arm. 07:120;0984@c | Lenehan's yachting cap on$4$ the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is 07:120;0985@c | that$6#2$ young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on$4$ him 07:120;0986@c | today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on$4$ view. Been walking in$4$ muck 07:120;0987@c | somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in$4$ Irishtown? 07:120;0988[C ]| ~~ Well, 07:120;0988[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, his eyes returning, 07:120;0988[C ]| if I can get the design I suppose 07:120;0989[C ]| it is worth a short par. He would give the ad, I think. I will$1$ tell him ~ 07:121;0990[' ]| <+++K%*M%*R%*I%*A%{> 07:121;0991[ZC ]| ~~ He can kiss my royal Irish arse, 07:121;0991[' ]| Myles*Crawford cried loudly over his 07:121;0992[' ]| shoulder. 07:121;0992[ZC ]| Any time he likes, tell him. 07:121;0993[' ]| While Mr*Bloom stood weighing the point and about to$9$ smile he 07:121;0994[' ]| strode on$5$ jerkily. 07:121;0995[' ]| <+++RAISING THE WIND{> 07:121;0996[ZC ]| ~~ \Nulla bona\, Jack, 07:121;0996[' ]| he said, raising his hand to$4$ his chin. 07:121;0996[ZC ]| I am up$5$ to$4$ here. 07:121;0997[ZC ]| I have been through the hoop myself. I was looking for$4$ a fellow to$9$ back a bill 07:121;0998[ZC ]| for$4$ me no$2$ later than last week. Sorry, Jack. You must take the will$0$ for$4$ the 07:121;0999[ZC ]| deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind anyhow. 07:121;1000[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy pulled a long face and walked on$5$ silently. They caught 07:121;1001[' ]| up$5$ on$4$ the others and walked abreast. 07:121;1002[ZC ]| ~~ When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty 07:121;1003[ZC ]| fingers in$4$ the paper the bread was wrapped in$5$ they go nearer to$4$ the railings. 07:121;1004[U ]| ~~ Something for$4$ you, 07:121;1004[' ]| the professor explained to$4$ Myles*Crawford. 07:121;1004[U ]| Two old 07:121;1005[U ]| Dublin women on$4$ the top of Nelson's*pillar. 07:121;1006[' ]| <+++SOME COLUMN!{ ~~ +++THAT$6#2$ iS WHAT WADDLER{> 07:121;1007[' ]| <+++ONE SAID{> 07:121;1008[ZC ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is new, 07:121;1008[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:121;1008[ZC ]| That$6#2$ is copy. Out for$4$ the waxies' 07:121;1009[ZC ]| Dargle. Two old trickies, what? 07:121;1010[B ]| ~~ But they are afraid the pillar will$1$ fall, 07:121;1010[' ]| Stephen went on$5$. 07:121;1010[B ]| They see the roofs 07:121;1011[B ]| and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, 07:121;1012[B ]| Adam*and*Eve's, saint*Laurence*O'Toole's. But it makes them giddy to$9$ look 07:121;1013[B ]| so$3$ they pull up$5$ their skirts ~ 07:121;1014[' ]| <+++THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES{> 07:121;1015[ZC ]| ~~ Easy all, 07:121;1015[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:121;1015[ZC ]| No$2$ poetic licence. We are in$4$ the 07:121;1016[ZC ]| archdiocese here. 07:121;1017[B ]| ~~ And settle down on$4$ their striped petticoats, peering up$5$ at the statue of the 07:121;1018[B ]| onehandled adulterer. 07:121;1019[U ]| ~~ Onehandled adulterer! 07:121;1019[' ]| the professor cried. 07:121;1019[U ]| I like$1$ that$6#2$. I see the idea. I see 07:121;1020[U ]| what you mean. 07:121;1021[' ]| <+++DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS{> 07:121;1022[' ]| <+++SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, BELIEF{> 07:121;1023[B ]| ~~ It gives them a crick in$4$ their necks, 07:121;1023[' ]| Stephen said, 07:121;1023[B ]| and they are too tired to$9$ 07:121;1024[B ]| look up$5$ or down or to$9$ speak. They put the bag of plums between them and 07:122;1025[B ]| eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with their 07:122;1026[B ]| handkerchiefs the plumjuice that$6#1$ dribbles out of their mouths and spitting 07:122;1027[B ]| the plumstones slowly out between the railings. 07:122;1028[' ]| He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr*O'Madden*Burke, 07:122;1029[' ]| hearing, turned, beckoned and led on$5$ across towards 07:122;1030[' ]| Mooney's. 07:122;1031[ZC ]| ~~ Finished? 07:122;1031[' ]| Myles*Crawford said. 07:122;1031[ZC ]| So$5#2$ long as they do no$2$ worse. 07:122;1032[' ]| <+++SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE{> 07:122;1033[' ]| <+++ON PROBOSCIS. SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.{> 07:122;1034[' ]| <+++ITHACANS VOW PEN IS CHAMP.{> 07:122;1035[U ]| ~~ You remind me of Antisthenes, 07:122;1035[' ]| the professor said, 07:122;1035[U ]| a disciple of Gorgias, 07:122;1036[U ]| the sophist. It is said of him that$3$ none could tell if he were bitterer against 07:122;1037[U ]| others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and a bondwoman. 07:122;1038[U ]| And he wrote a book in$4$ which$6#1$ he took away the palm of beauty from 07:122;1039[U ]| Argive Helen and handed it to$4$ poor Penelope. 07:122;1040[XX ]| Poor Penelope. Penelope*Rich. 07:122;1041[' ]| They made ready to$9$ cross O'Connell*street. 07:122;1042[' ]| <+++HELLO THERE, CENTRAL!{> 07:122;1043[' ]| At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless 07:122;1044[' ]| trolleys stood in$4$ their tracks, bound for$4$ or from Rathmines, Rathfarnham, 07:122;1045[' ]| Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount*Green, Ringsend and 07:122;1046[' ]| Sandymount*Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston*Park and Upper*Rathmines, 07:122;1047[' ]| all still, becalmed in$4$ short circuit. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, 07:122;1048[' ]| mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling 07:122;1049[' ]| crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly. 07:122;1050[' ]| <+++WHAT?{ ~~ +++AND LIKEWISE{ ~~ +++WHERE?{> 07:122;1051[ZC ]| ~~ But what do you call it? 07:122;1051[' ]| Myles*Crawford asked. 07:122;1051[ZC ]| Where did they get the 07:122;1052[ZC ]| plums? 07:122;1053[' ]| <+++VIRGILIAN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE. SOPHOMORE{> 07:122;1054[' ]| <+++PLUMPS FOR$4$ OLD MAN MOSES.{> 07:122;1055[U ]| ~~ Call it, wait, 07:122;1055[' ]| the professor said, opening his long lips wide to$9$ reflect. 07:122;1055[U ]| Call 07:122;1056[U ]| it, let me see. Call it: \Deus nobis haec\ \otia fecit\. 07:122;1057[B ]| ~~ No$7$, 07:122;1057[' ]| Stephen said. 07:122;1057[B ]| I call it \A Pisgah Sight of Palestine\ or \The Parable of\ 07:122;1058[B ]| \The Plums\. 07:122;1059[U ]| ~~ I see, 07:122;1059[' ]| the professor said. 07:123;1060[' ]| He laughed richly. 07:123;1061[U ]| ~~ I see, 07:123;1061[' ]| he said again with new pleasure. 07:123;1061[U ]| Moses and the promised land. We 07:123;1062[U ]| gave him that$6#2$ idea, 07:123;1062[' ]| he added to$4$ J%*J%*O'Molloy. 07:123;1063[' ]| <+++HORATIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY{> 07:123;1064[' ]| J%*J%*O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and 07:123;1065[' ]| held his peace. 07:123;1066[U ]| ~~ I see, 07:123;1066[' ]| the professor said. 07:123;1067[' ]| He halted on$4$ sir*John*Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at 07:123;1068[' ]| Nelson through the meshes of his wry smile. 07:123;1069[' ]| <+++DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING{> 07:123;1070[' ]| <+++FOR$4$ FRISKY FRUMPS. ANNE WIMBLES, FLO{> 07:123;1071[' ]| <+++WANGLES{ ~~ +++YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM?{> 07:123;1072[U ]| ~~ Onehandled adulterer, 07:123;1072[' ]| he said smiling grimly. 07:123;1072[U ]| That$6#2$ tickles me, I must 07:123;1073[U ]| say. 07:123;1074[ZC ]| ~~ Tickled the old ones too, 07:123;1074[' ]| Myles*Crawford said, 07:123;1074[ZC ]| if the God Almighty's 07:123;1075[ZC ]| truth was known.