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08:124;0001@c   | Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch.  A sugarsticky girl
08:124;0002@c   | shovelling scoopfuls of creams for$4$ a christian brother.  Some school treat.
08:124;0003@c   | Bad for$4$ their tummies.
08:124;0003[Z  ]| Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to$4$ His*Majesty*the*King.
08:124;0004[Z  ]| 
08:124;0004@c   | God.  Save.  Our.  Sitting on$4$ his throne sucking red jujubes white.
08:124;0005['  ]| A sombre Y%*M%*C%*A%  young man, watchful among the warm sweet
08:124;0006['  ]| fumes of Graham*Lemon's, placed a throwaway in$4$ a hand of Mr*Bloom.
08:124;0007@c   | Heart to$4$ heart talks.
08:124;0008@c   | Bloo ~  Me?  No$7$.
08:124;0009[XX ]| Blood of the Lamb.
08:124;0010['  ]| His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.  
08:124;0010[XX ]| Are you saved?  All are
08:124;0011[XX ]| washed in$4$ the blood of the lamb.  God wants blood victim.  Birth, hymen,
08:124;0012[XX ]| martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering,
08:124;0013[XX ]| druids' altars.  Elijah is coming.  Dr*John*Alexander*Dowie restorer of the
08:124;0014[XX ]| church in$4$ Zion is coming.
08:124;0015[XX ]| Is coming!  Is coming!!  Is coming!!!
08:124;0016[XX ]| All heartily welcome.
08:124;0017@c   | Paying game.  Torry and Alexander last year.  Polygamy.  His wife will$1$
08:124;0018@c   | put the stopper on$4$ that$6#2$.  Where was that$6#2$ ad some Birmingham firm the
08:124;0019@c   | luminous crucifix.  Our Saviour.  Wake up$5$ in$4$ the dead of night and see him
08:124;0020@c   | on$4$ the wall, hanging.  Pepper's ghost idea.  Iron Nails Ran In$5$.
08:124;0021@c   | Phosphorus it must be done with.  If you leave a bit of codfish for$4$
08:124;0022@c   | instance.  I could see the bluey silver over it.  Night I went down to$4$ the
08:124;0023@c   | pantry in$4$ the kitchen.  Do not like$1$ all the smells in$4$ it waiting to$9$ rush out.
08:124;0024@c   | What was it she wanted?  The Malaga raisins.  Thinking of Spain.  Before
08:124;0025@c   | Rudy was born.  The phosphorescence, that$6#2$ bluey greeny.  Very good for$4$ the
08:124;0026@c   | brain.
08:124;0027['  ]| From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's*walk.
08:124;0028['  ]|   
08:124;0028@c   | Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms.  Must be
08:124;0029@c   | selling off some old furniture.  Knew her eyes at once from the father.
08:124;0030@c   | Lobbing about waiting for$4$ him.  Home always breaks up$5$ when the mother
08:124;0031@c   | goes.  Fifteen children he had.  Birth every year almost.  That$6#2$ is in$4$ their
08:124;0032@c   | theology or the priest will$1$ not give the poor woman the confession, the
08:124;0033@c   | absolution.  Increase and multiply.  Did you ever hear such an idea?  Eat you
08:124;0034@c   | out of house and home.  No$2$ families themselves to$9$ feed.  Living on$4$ the fat of
08:124;0035@c   | the land.  Their butteries and larders.  I would like$1$ to$9$ see them do the black fast
08:125;0036@c   | Yom*Kippur.  Crossbuns.  One meal and a collation for$4$ fear he would collapse on$4$
08:125;0037@c   | the altar.  A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could pick it out of
08:125;0038@c   | her.  Never pick it out of her.  Like$4$ getting &%ps%*s%*d%  out of him.  Does himself
08:125;0039@c   | well.  No$2$ guests.  All for$4$ number one.  Watching his water.  Bring your own
08:125;0040@c   | bread and butter.  His reverence:  mum is the word.
08:125;0041@c   | Good Lord, that$6#2$ poor child's dress is in$4$ flitters.  Underfed she looks
08:125;0042@c   | too.  Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes.  It is after they feel it.  Proof of
08:125;0043@c   | the pudding.  Undermines the constitution.
08:125;0044['  ]| As he set foot on$4$ O'Connell*bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up$5$
08:125;0045['  ]| from the parapet.  
08:125;0045@c   | Brewery barge with export stout.  England.  Sea air sours
08:125;0046@c   | it, I heard.  Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to$9$ see the
08:125;0047@c   | brewery.  Regular world in$4$ itself.  Vats of porter wonderful.  Rats get in$5$ too.
08:125;0048@c   | Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating.  Dead drunk on$4$ the
08:125;0049@c   | porter.  Drink till they puke again like$4$ christians.  Imagine drinking that$6#2$!
08:125;0050@c   | Rats:  vats.  Well, of course, if we knew all the things.
08:125;0051['  ]| Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt
08:125;0052['  ]| quaywalls, gulls.  
08:125;0052@c   | Rough weather outside.  If I threw myself down?  Reuben*J's
08:125;0053@c   | son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that$6#2$ sewage.  One and
08:125;0054@c   | eightpence too much.  Hhhhm.  It is the droll way he comes out with the
08:125;0055@c   | things.  Knows how to$9$ tell a story too.
08:125;0056['  ]| They wheeled lower.  
08:125;0056@c   | Looking for$4$ grub.  Wait.
08:125;0057['  ]| He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball.  
08:125;0057@c   | Elijah thirtytwo
08:125;0058@c   | feet per sec is com.  Not a bit.  
08:125;0058['  ]| The ball bobbed unheeded on$4$ the wake of
08:125;0059['  ]| swells, floated under by$4$ the bridgepiers.  
08:125;0059@c   | Not such damn fools.  Also the day
08:125;0060@c   | I threw that$6#2$ stale cake out of the Erin's*King picked it up$5$ in$4$ the wake fifty
08:125;0061@c   | yards astern.  Live by$4$ their wits.  
08:125;0061['  ]| They wheeled, flapping.
08:125;0062['  ]| \The hungry famished gull\
08:125;0063['  ]| \Flaps o'er the waters dull.\
08:125;0064@c   | That$6#2$ is how poets write, the similar sounds.  But then Shakespeare has
08:125;0065@c   | no$2$ rhymes:  blank verse.  The flow of the language it is.  The thoughts.
08:125;0066@c   | Solemn.
08:125;0067[Z  ]| \Hamlet, I am thy father's spirit\*
08:125;0068[Z  ]| \Doomed for$4$ a certain time to$9$ walk the earth.\
08:125;0069[W  ]| ~~ Two apples a penny!  Two for$4$ a penny!
08:125;0070['  ]| His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on$4$ her stand.
08:125;0071@c   | Australians they must be this time of year.  Shiny peels:  polishes them up$5$
08:125;0072@c   | with a rag or a handkerchief.
08:125;0073@c   | Wait.  Those poor birds.
08:125;0074['  ]| He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury
08:125;0075['  ]| cakes for$4$ a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down
08:125;0076['  ]| into the Liffey.  
08:125;0076@c   | See that$6#2$?  
08:125;0076['  ]| The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from their
08:125;0077['  ]| heights, pouncing on$4$ prey.  
08:125;0077@c   | Gone.  Every morsel.  
08:125;0077['  ]| Aware of their greed and
08:125;0078['  ]| cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands.  
08:125;0078@c   | They never expected
08:126;0079@c   | that$6#2$.  Manna.  Live on$4$ fish, fishy flesh they have, all seabirds, gulls, seagoose.
08:126;0080@c   | Swans from Anna*Liffey swim down here sometimes to$9$ preen themselves.
08:126;0081@c   | No$2$ accounting for$4$ tastes.  Wonder what kind is swanmeat.  Robinson*Crusoe
08:126;0082@c   | had to$9$ live on$4$ them.
08:126;0083['  ]| They wheeled flapping weakly.  
08:126;0083@c   | I am not going to$9$ throw any more.
08:126;0084@c   | Penny quite enough.  Lot of thanks I get.  Not even a caw.  They spread foot
08:126;0085@c   | and mouth disease too.  If you cram a turkey say on$4$ chestnutmeal it tastes
08:126;0086@c   | like$4$ that$6#2$.  Eat pig like$4$ pig.  But then why is it that$3$ saltwater fish are not salty?
08:126;0087@c   | How is that$6#2$?
08:126;0088['  ]| His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at
08:126;0089['  ]| anchor on$4$ the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
08:126;0090[Z  ]| \Kino's\
08:126;0091[Z  ]| \11/-\
08:126;0092[Z  ]| \Trousers\
08:126;0093@c   | Good idea that$6#2$.  Wonder if he pays rent to$4$ the corporation.  How can
08:126;0094@c   | you own water really?  It is always flowing in$4$ a stream, never the same,
08:126;0095@c   | which$6#1$ in$4$ the stream of life we trace.  Because life is a stream.  All kinds of
08:126;0096@c   | places are good for$4$ ads.  That$6#2$ quack doctor for$4$ the clap used to$9$ be stuck up$5$
08:126;0097@c   | in$4$ all the greenhouses.  Never see it now.  Strictly confidential.  Dr*Hy*Franks.  
08:126;0098@c   | Did not cost him a red like$4$ Maginni the dancing master self
08:126;0099@c   | advertisement.  Got fellows to$9$ stick them up$5$ or stick them up$5$ himself for$4$
08:126;0100@c   | that$6#2$ matter on$4$ the q%*t%  running in$5$ to$9$ loosen a button.  Flybynight.  Just the
08:126;0101@c   | place too.  POST NO BILLS. POST IIO PILLS. Some chap with a dose burning him.
08:126;0102@c   | If he ~ ?
08:126;0103@c   | O!
08:126;0104@c   | Eh?
08:126;0105@c   | No$7$ ~ ~~  No$7$.
08:126;0106@c   | No$7$, no$7$.  I do not believe it.  He would not surely?
08:126;0107@c   | No$7$, no$7$.
08:126;0108['  ]| Mr*Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes.  
08:126;0108@c   | Think no$2$ more
08:126;0109@c   | about that$6#2$.  After one.  Timeball on$4$ the ballastoffice is down.  Dunsink time.
08:126;0110@c   | Fascinating little book that$6#2$ is of sir*Robert*Ball's.  Parallax.  I never exactly
08:126;0111@c   | understood.  There is a priest.  Could ask him.  Par it is Greek:  parallel,
08:126;0112@c   | parallax.  
08:126;0112[XX ]| Met him pike hoses
08:126;0112@c   | she called it till I told her about the
08:126;0113@c   | transmigration.  
08:126;0113[XX ]| O rocks!
08:126;0114['  ]| Mr*Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice.  
08:126;0114@c   | She is
08:126;0115@c   | right after all.  Only big words for$4$ ordinary things on$4$ account of the sound.
08:126;0116@c   | She is not exactly witty.  Can be rude too.  Blurt out what I was thinking.
08:126;0117@c   | Still, I do not know.  She used to$9$ say Ben*Dollard had a base barreltone
08:126;0118@c   | voice.  He has legs like$4$ barrels and you would think he was singing into a barrel.
08:126;0119@c   | Now, is not that$6#2$ wit.  They used to$9$ call him big Ben.  Not half as witty as
08:126;0120@c   | calling him base barreltone.  Appetite like$4$ an albatross.  Get outside of a
08:126;0121@c   | baron of beef.  Powerful man he was at stowing away number one Bass.
08:126;0122@c   | Barrel of Bass.  See?  It all works out.
08:127;0123['  ]| A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards
08:127;0124['  ]| him along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards.  
08:127;0124[X  ]| Bargains.  
08:127;0124@c   | Like$4$ that$6#2$
08:127;0125@c   | priest they are this morning:  we have sinned:  we have suffered.  He read the
08:127;0126@c   | scarlet letters on$4$ their five tall white hats:  
08:127;0126[Z  ]| H%*E%*L%*Y%*S.  
08:127;0126[XX ]| Wisdom*Hely's. 
08:127;0126['  ]| Y
08:127;0127['  ]| lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his foreboard, crammed
08:127;0128['  ]| it into his mouth and munched as he walked.  
08:127;0128@c   | Our staple food.  Three bob a
08:127;0129@c   | day, walking along the gutters, street after street.  Just keep skin and bone
08:127;0130@c   | together, bread and skilly.  They are not Boyl:  no$7$, M^'Glade's men.  Does not
08:127;0131@c   | bring in$5$ any business either.  I suggested to$4$ him about a transparent
08:127;0132@c   | showcart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks,
08:127;0133@c   | envelopes, blottingpaper.  I bet that$6#2$ would have caught on$5$.  Smart girls
08:127;0134@c   | writing something catch the eye at once.  Everyone dying to$9$ know what
08:127;0135@c   | she is writing.  Get twenty of them round you if you stare at nothing.  Have a
08:127;0136@c   | finger in$4$ the pie.  Women too.  Curiosity.  Pillar of salt.  Would not have it of
08:127;0137@c   | course because he did not think of it himself first.  Or the inkbottle I
08:127;0138@c   | suggested with a false stain of black celluloid.  His ideas for$4$ ads like$4$
08:127;0139@c   | Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department.  
08:127;0139[X  ]| You can not
08:127;0140[X  ]| lick them.  What?  Our envelopes.  Hello, Jones, where are you going?  Can not
08:127;0141[X  ]| stop, Robinson, I am hastening to$9$ purchase the only reliable inkeraser
08:127;0142[X  ]| \Kansell\, sold by$4$ Hely's*Ltd, 85*Dame*street.  
08:127;0142@c   | Well out of that$6#2$ ruck I am.
08:127;0143@c   | Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents.  Tranquilla
08:127;0144@c   | convent.  That$6#2$ was a nice nun there, really sweet face.  Wimple suited her
08:127;0145@c   | small head.  Sister?  Sister?  I am sure she was crossed in$4$ love by$4$ her eyes.
08:127;0146@c   | Very hard to$9$ bargain with that$6#2$ sort of a woman.  I disturbed her at her
08:127;0147@c   | devotions that$6#2$ morning.  But glad to$9$ communicate with the outside world.
08:127;0148@c   | Our great day, she said.  Feast of Our*Lady*of*Mount*Carmel.  Sweet name
08:127;0149@c   | too:  caramel.  She knew I, I think she knew by$4$ the way she.  If she had
08:127;0150@c   | married she would have changed.  I suppose they really were short of
08:127;0151@c   | money.  Fried everything in$4$ the best butter all the same.  No$2$ lard for$4$ them.
08:127;0152@c   | My heart is broke eating dripping.  They like$1$ buttering themselves in$5$ and
08:127;0153@c   | out.  Molly tasting it, her veil up$5$.  Sister?  Pat*Claffey, the pawnbroker's
08:127;0154@c   | daughter.  It was a nun they say invented barbed wire.
08:127;0155['  ]| He crossed Westmoreland*street when apostrophe S had plodded by$5$.
08:127;0156@c   | Rover cycleshop.  Those races are on$5$ today.  How long ago is that$6#2$?  Year
08:127;0157@c   | Phil*Gilligan died.  We were in$4$ Lombard*street*west.  Wait:  was in$4$ Thom's.
08:127;0158@c   | Got the job in$4$ Wisdom*Hely's year we married.  Six years.  Ten years ago:
08:127;0159@c   | ninetyfour he died yes that$6#2$ is right the big fire at Arnott's.  Val*Dillon was
08:127;0160@c   | lord*mayor.  The Glencree dinner.  Alderman*Robert*O'Reilly emptying the
08:127;0161@c   | port into his soup before the flag fell.  Bobbob lapping it for$4$ the inner
08:127;0162@c   | alderman.  Could not hear what the band played.  For$4$ what we have already
08:127;0163@c   | received may the Lord make us.  Milly was a kiddy then.  Molly had that$6#2$
08:127;0164@c   | elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs.  Mantailored with selfcovered
08:127;0165@c   | buttons.  She did not like$1$ it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore
08:127;0166@c   | choir picnic at the Sugarloaf.  As if that$6#2$.  Old Goodwin's tall hat done up$5$
08:127;0167@c   | with some sticky stuff.  Flies' picnic too.  Never put a dress on$4$ her back like$4$
08:128;0168@c   | it.  Fitted her like$4$ a glove, shoulders and hips.  Just beginning to$9$ plump it out
08:128;0169@c   | well.  Rabbitpie we had that$6#2$ day.  People looking after her.
08:128;0170@c   | Happy.  Happier then.  Snug little room that$6#2$ was with the red
08:128;0171@c   | wallpaper.  Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen.  Milly's tubbing night.
08:128;0172@c   | American soap I bought:  elderflower.  Cosy smell of her bathwater.  Funny
08:128;0173@c   | she looked soaped all over.  Shapely too.  Now photography.  Poor papa's
08:128;0174@c   | daguerreotype atelier he told me of.  Hereditary taste.
08:128;0175['  ]| He walked along the curbstone.
08:128;0176@c   | Stream of life.  What was the name of that$6#2$ priestylooking chap was
08:128;0177@c   | always squinting in$5$ when he passed?  Weak eyes, woman.  Stopped in$4$
08:128;0178@c   | Citron's saint*Kevin's parade.  Pen something.  Pendennis?  My memory is
08:128;0179@c   | getting.  Pen ~ ?  Of course it is years ago.  Noise of the trams probably.  Well,
08:128;0180@c   | if he could not remember the dayfather's name that$6#1$ he sees every day.
08:128;0181@c   | Bartell*d'Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then.  Seeing her home
08:128;0182@c   | after practice.  Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache.  Gave her that$6#2$
08:128;0183@c   | song 
08:128;0183[Z  ]| \Winds that$6#1$ blow from the south\.
08:128;0184@c   | Windy night that$6#2$ was I went to$9$ fetch her there was that$6#2$ lodge meeting
08:128;0185@c   | on$5$ about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in$4$ the supperroom or
08:128;0186@c   | oakroom of the Mansion*house.  He and I behind.  Sheet of her music blew
08:128;0187@c   | out of my hand against the High*school railings.  Lucky it did not.  Thing like$4$
08:128;0188@c   | that$6#2$ spoils the effect of a night for$4$ her.  Professor*Goodwin linking her in$4$
08:128;0189@c   | front.  Shaky on$4$ his pins, poor old sot.  His farewell concerts.  Positively last
08:128;0190@c   | appearance on$4$ any stage.  May be for$4$ months and may be for$4$ never.
08:128;0191@c   | Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up$5$.  Corner of
08:128;0192@c   | Harcourt*road remember that$6#2$ gust.  Brrfoo!  Blew up$5$ all her skirts and her
08:128;0193@c   | boa nearly smothered old Goodwin.  She did get flushed in$4$ the wind.
08:128;0194@c   | Remember when we got home raking up$5$ the fire and frying up$5$ those pieces
08:128;0195@c   | of lap of mutton for$4$ her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked.  And the
08:128;0196@c   | mulled rum.  Could see her in$4$ the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the
08:128;0197@c   | busk of her stays:  white.
08:128;0198@c   | Swish and soft flop her stays made on$4$ the bed.  Always warm from
08:128;0199@c   | her.  Always liked to$9$ let her self out.  Sitting there after till near two taking
08:128;0200@c   | out her hairpins.  Milly tucked up$5$ in$4$ beddyhouse.  Happy.  Happy.  That$6#2$ was
08:128;0201@c   | the night ~ .
08:128;0202[W  ]| ~~ O, Mr*Bloom, how do you do?
08:128;0203[C  ]| ~~ O, how do you do, Mrs*Breen?
08:128;0204[W  ]| ~~ No$2$ use complaining.  How is Molly those times?  Have not seen her for$4$
08:128;0205[W  ]| ages.
08:128;0206[C  ]| ~~ In$4$ the pink, 
08:128;0206['  ]| Mr*Bloom said gaily.  
08:128;0206[C  ]| Milly has a position down in$4$ Mullingar,
08:128;0207[C  ]| you know.
08:128;0208[W  ]| ~~ Go away!  Is not that$6#2$ grand for$4$ her?
08:128;0209[C  ]| ~~ Yes.  In$4$ a photographer's there.  Getting on$5$ like$4$ a house on$4$ fire.  How are
08:128;0210[C  ]| all your charges?
08:128;0211[W  ]| ~~ All on$4$ the baker's list, 
08:128;0211['  ]| Mrs*Breen said.
08:128;0212@c   | How many has she?  No$2$ other in$4$ sight.
08:129;0213[W  ]| ~~ You are in$4$ black, I see.  You have no$2$ ~ ?
08:129;0214[C  ]| ~~ No$7$, 
08:129;0214['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.  
08:129;0214[C  ]| I have just come from a funeral.
08:129;0215@c   | Going to$9$ crop up$5$ all day, I foresee.  Who$6#2$ is dead, when and what did
08:129;0216@c   | he die of?  Turn up$5$ like$4$ a bad penny.
08:129;0217[W  ]| ~~ O, dear me, 
08:129;0217['  ]| Mrs*Breen said.  
08:129;0217[W  ]| I hope it was not any near relation.
08:129;0218@c   | May as well get her sympathy.
08:129;0219[C  ]| ~~ Dignam, 
08:129;0219['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.  
08:129;0219[C  ]| An old friend of mine.  He died quite suddenly,
08:129;0220[C  ]| poor fellow.  Heart trouble, I believe.  Funeral was this morning.
08:129;0221[Z  ]| \Your funeral is tomorrow\
08:129;0222[Z  ]| \While you are coming through the rye.\
08:129;0223[Z  ]| \Diddlediddle dumdum\
08:129;0224[Z  ]| \Diddlediddle\ ~
08:129;0225[W  ]| ~~ Sad to$9$ lose the old friends, 
08:129;0225['  ]| Mrs*Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.
08:129;0226@c   | Now that$6#2$ is quite enough about that$6#2$.  Just:  quietly:  husband.
08:129;0227[C  ]| ~~ And your lord and master?
08:129;0228['  ]| Mrs*Breen turned up$5$ her two large eyes.  
08:129;0228@c   | Has not lost them anyhow.
08:129;0229[W  ]| ~~ O, do not be talking!  
08:129;0228['  ]| she said.  
08:129;0228[W  ]| He is a caution to$4$ rattlesnakes.  He is in$4$ there
08:129;0230[W  ]| now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel.  He has me heartscalded.
08:129;0231[W  ]| Wait till I show you.
08:129;0232['  ]| Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly
08:129;0233['  ]| poured out from Harrison's.  The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr*Bloom's
08:129;0234['  ]| gullet.  
08:129;0234@c   | Want to$9$ make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara
08:129;0235@c   | sugar, or they would taste it with the hot tea.  Or is it from her?  
08:129;0235['  ]| A barefoot arab
08:129;0236['  ]| stood over the grating, breathing in$4$ the fumes.  
08:129;0236@c   | Deaden the gnaw of hunger
08:129;0237@c   | that$6#2$ way.  Pleasure or pain is it?  Penny dinner.  Knife and fork chained to$4$
08:129;0238@c   | the table.
08:129;0239@c   | Opening her handbag, chipped leather.  Hatpin:  ought to$9$ have a
08:129;0240@c   | guard on$4$ those things.  Stick it in$4$ a chap's eye in$4$ the tram.  Rummaging.
08:129;0241@c   | Open.  Money.  Please take one.  Devils if they lose sixpence.  Raise Cain.
08:129;0242@c   | Husband barging.  Where is the ten shillings I gave you on$4$ Monday?  Are
08:129;0243@c   | you feeding your little brother's family?  Soiled handkerchief:
08:129;0244@c   | medicinebottle.  Pastille that$6#2$ was fell.  What is she ~ ?
08:129;0245[W  ]| ~~ There must be a new moon out, 
08:129;0245['  ]| she said.  
08:129;0245[W  ]| He is always bad then.  Do you
08:129;0246[W  ]| know what he did last night?
08:129;0247['  ]| Her hand ceased to$9$ rummage.  Her eyes fixed themselves on$4$ him, wide
08:129;0248['  ]| in$4$ alarm, yet smiling.
08:129;0249[C  ]| ~~ What?  
08:129;0249['  ]| Mr*Bloom asked.
08:129;0250@c   | Let her speak.  Look straight in$4$ her eyes.  I believe you.  Trust me.
08:129;0251[W  ]| ~~ Woke me up$5$ in$4$ the night, 
08:129;0251['  ]| she said.  
08:129;0251[W  ]| Dream he had, a nightmare.
08:129;0252@c   | Indiges.
08:129;0253[W  ]| ~~ Said the ace of spades was walking up$4$ the stairs.
08:129;0254[C  ]| ~~ The ace of spades!  
08:129;0254['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
08:129;0255['  ]| She took a folded postcard from her handbag.
08:129;0256[W  ]| ~~ Read that$6#2$, 
08:129;0256['  ]| she said.  
08:129;0256[W  ]| He got it this morning.
08:130;0257[C  ]| ~~ What is it?  
08:130;0257['  ]| Mr*Bloom asked, taking the card.  
08:130;0257[Z  ]| U%*P%?
08:130;0258[W  ]| ~~ U%*p:  up$5$, 
08:130;0258['  ]| she said.  
08:130;0258[W  ]| Someone taking a rise out of him.  It is a great shame
08:130;0259[W  ]| for$4$ them whoever he is.
08:130;0260[C  ]| ~~ Indeed it is, 
08:130;0260['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
08:130;0261['  ]| She took back the card, sighing.
08:130;0262[W  ]| ~~ And now he is going round to$4$ Mr*Menton's office.  He is going to$9$ take an
08:130;0263[W  ]| action for$4$ ten thousand pounds, he says.
08:130;0264['  ]| She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.
08:130;0265@c   | Same blue serge dress she had two years ago, the nap bleaching.  Seen
08:130;0266@c   | its best days.  Wispish hair over her ears.  And that$6#2$ dowdy toque:  three old
08:130;0267@c   | grapes to$9$ take the harm out of it.  Shabby genteel.  She used to$9$ be a tasty
08:130;0268@c   | dresser.  Lines round her mouth.  Only a year or so$5#2$ older than Molly.
08:130;0269@c   | See the eye that$6#2$ woman gave her, passing.  Cruel.  The unfair sex.
08:130;0270['  ]| He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
08:130;0271@c   | Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny.  I am hungry too.  Flakes of pastry
08:130;0272@c   | on$4$ the gusset of her dress:  daub of sugary flour stuck to$4$ her cheek.
08:130;0273@c   | Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior.  Josie*Powell that$6#2$ was.
08:130;0274@c   | In$4$ Luke*Doyle's long ago.  Dolphin's*Barn, the charades.  U%*p:  up$5$.
08:130;0275@c   | Change the subject.
08:130;0276[C  ]| ~~ Do you ever see anything of Mrs*Beaufoy?  
08:130;0276['  ]| Mr*Bloom asked.
08:130;0277[W  ]| ~~ Mina*Purefoy?  
08:130;0277['  ]| she said.
08:130;0278@c   | Philip*Beaufoy I was thinking.  Playgoers'*Club.  Matcham often
08:130;0279@c   | thinks of the masterstroke.  Did I pull the chain?  Yes.  The last act.
08:130;0280[C  ]| ~~ Yes.
08:130;0281[W  ]| ~~ I just called to$9$ ask on$4$ the way in$5$ is she over it.  She is in$4$ the lying-in
08:130;0282[W  ]| hospital in$4$ Holles*street.  Dr*Horne got her in$5$.  She is three days bad now.
08:130;0283[C  ]| ~~ O, 
08:130;0283['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.  
08:130;0283[C  ]| I am sorry to$9$ hear that$6#2$.
08:130;0284[W  ]| ~~ Yes, 
08:130;0284['  ]| Mrs*Breen said.  
08:130;0284[W  ]| And a houseful of kids at home.  It is a very stiff birth,
08:130;0285[W  ]| the nurse told me.
08:130;0286[C  ]| ~~ O, 
08:130;0286['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
08:130;0287['  ]| His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news.  His tongue clacked in$4$
08:130;0288['  ]| compassion.  Dth!  Dth!
08:130;0289[C  ]| ~~ I am sorry to$9$ hear that$6#2$, 
08:130;0289['  ]| he said.  
08:130;0289[C  ]| Poor thing!  Three days!  That$6#2$ is terrible
08:130;0290[C  ]| for$4$ her.
08:130;0291['  ]| Mrs*Breen nodded.
08:130;0292[W  ]| ~~ She was taken bad on$4$ the Tuesday ~
08:130;0293['  ]| Mr*Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her:
08:130;0294[C  ]| ~~ Mind!  Let this man pass.
08:130;0295['  ]| A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a
08:130;0296['  ]| rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass.  Tight as a
08:130;0297['  ]| skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head.  From his arm a folded dustcoat, a
08:130;0298['  ]| stick and an umbrella dangled to$4$ his stride.
08:130;0299[C  ]| ~~ Watch him, 
08:130;0299['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.  
08:130;0299[C  ]| He always walks outside the lampposts.
08:130;0300[C  ]| Watch!
08:130;0301[W  ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ is he if it is a fair question?  
08:130;0301['  ]| Mrs*Breen asked.  
08:130;0301[W  ]| Is he dotty?
08:131;0302[C  ]| ~~ His name is Cashel*Boyle*O'Connor*Fitzmaurice*Tisdall*Farrell, 
08:131;0302['  ]| Mr*Bloom
08:131;0303['  ]| said smiling.  
08:131;0303[C  ]| Watch!
08:131;0304[W  ]| ~~ He has enough of them, 
08:131;0304['  ]| she said.  
08:131;0304[W  ]| Denis will$1$ be like$4$ that$6#2$ one of these days.
08:131;0305['  ]| She broke off suddenly.
08:131;0306[W  ]| ~~ There he is, 
08:131;0306['  ]| she said.  
08:131;0306[W  ]| I must go after him.  Goodbye.  Remember me to$4$
08:131;0307[W  ]| Molly, will$1$ not you?
08:131;0308[C  ]| ~~ I will$1$, 
08:131;0308['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
08:131;0309['  ]| He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts.  Denis*Breen 
08:131;0310['  ]| in$4$ skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
08:131;0311['  ]| hugging two heavy tomes to$4$ his ribs.  
08:131;0311@c   | Blown in$5$ from the bay.  Like$4$ old times.
08:131;0312['  ]| He suffered her to$9$ overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey
08:131;0313['  ]| beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly.
08:131;0314@c   | Meshuggah.  Off his chump.
08:131;0315['  ]| Mr*Bloom walked on$5$ again easily, seeing ahead of him in$4$ sunlight the
08:131;0316['  ]| tight skullpiece, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat.  
08:131;0316@c   | Going the two days.
08:131;0317@c   | Watch him!  Out he goes again.  One way of getting on$5$ in$4$ the world.  And
08:131;0318@c   | that$6#2$ other old mosey lunatic in$4$ those duds.  Hard time she must have with
08:131;0319@c   | him.
08:131;0320@c   | U%*p:  up$5$.  I will$1$ take my oath that$6#1$ is Alf*Bergan or Richie*Goulding.
08:131;0321@c   | Wrote it for$4$ a lark in$4$ the Scotch*house I bet anything.  Round to$4$ Menton's
08:131;0322@c   | office.  His oyster eyes staring at the postcard.  Be a feast for$4$ the gods.
08:131;0323['  ]| He passed the \Irish*Times\.  
08:131;0323@c   | There might be other answers lying there.
08:131;0324@c   | Like$1$ to$9$ answer them all.  Good system for$4$ criminals.  Code.  At their lunch
08:131;0325@c   | now.  Clerk with the glasses there does not know me.  O, leave them there to$9$
08:131;0326@c   | simmer.  Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. 
08:131;0326[XX ]| Wanted, smart
08:131;0327[XX ]| lady typist to$9$ aid gentleman in$4$ literary work.  I called you naughty darling
08:131;0328[XX ]| because I do not like$1$ that$6#2$ other world.  Please tell me what is the meaning.
08:131;0329[XX ]| Please tell me what perfume does your wife.
08:131;0329@c   | Tell me who$6#1$ made the world.
08:131;0330@c   | The way they spring those questions on$4$ you.  And the other one 
08:131;0331@c   | Lizzie*Twigg.
08:131;0331[Z  ]| My literary efforts have had the good fortune to$9$ meet with the
08:131;0332[Z  ]| approval of the eminent poet A%*E%  (Mr*Geo%*Russell).
08:131;0332@c   | No$2$ time to$9$ do her
08:131;0333@c   | hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.
08:131;0334@c   | Best paper by$4$ long chalks for$4$ a small ad.  Got the provinces now.
08:131;0335@c   | Cook and general, exc.  cuisine, housemaid kept.  Wanted live man for$4$ spirit
08:131;0336@c   | counter.  Resp.  girl (R%*C%) wishes to$9$ hear of post in$4$ fruit or pork shop.
08:131;0337@c   | James*Carlisle made that$6#2$.  Six and a half per cent dividend.  Made a big deal
08:131;0338@c   | on$4$ Coates's shares.  Ca'*canny.  Cunning old Scotch hunks.  All the toady
08:131;0339@c   | news.  Our gracious and popular vicereine.  Bought the \Irish*Field\ now.
08:131;0340@c   | Lady*Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and rode out
08:131;0341@c   | with the Ward*Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath.
08:131;0342@c   | Uneatable fox.  Pothunters too.  Fear injects juices make it tender enough for$4$
08:131;0343@c   | them.  Riding astride.  Sit her horse like$4$ a man.  Weightcarrying huntress.  No$2$
08:131;0344@c   | sidesaddle or pillion for$4$ her, not for$4$ Joe.  First to$4$ the meet and in$5$ at the
08:131;0345@c   | death.  Strong as a brood mare some of those horsey women.  Swagger
08:131;0346@c   | around livery stables.  Toss off a glass of brandy neat while you would say knife.
08:132;0347@c   | That$6#2$ one at the Grosvenor this morning.  Up$5$ with her on$4$ the car:
08:132;0348@c   | wishswish.  Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to$4$ it.  Think that$6#2$
08:132;0349@c   | pugnosed driver did it out of spite.  Who$6#2$ is this she was like$4$?  O yes!  
08:132;0350@c   | Mrs*Miriam*Dandrade that$6#1$ sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in$4$ the
08:132;0351@c   | Shelbourne*hotel.  Divorced Spanish American.  Did not take a feather out of
08:132;0352@c   | her my handling them.  As if I was her clotheshorse.  Saw her in$4$ the viceregal
08:132;0353@c   | party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in$5$ with Whelan of the \Express\.
08:132;0354@c   | Scavenging what the quality left.  High tea.  Mayonnaise I poured on$4$ the
08:132;0355@c   | plums thinking it was custard.  Her ears ought to$9$ have tingled for$4$ a few
08:132;0356@c   | weeks after.  Want to$9$ be a bull for$4$ her.  Born courtesan.  No$2$ nursery work
08:132;0357@c   | for$4$ her, thanks.
08:132;0358@c   | Poor Mrs*Purefoy!  Methodist husband.  Method in$4$ his madness.
08:132;0359@c   | Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in$4$ the educational dairy.  Y%*M%*C%*A.
08:132;0360@c   | Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to$4$ the minute.  And still his
08:132;0361@c   | muttonchop whiskers grew.  Supposed to$9$ be well connected.  Theodore's
08:132;0362@c   | cousin in$4$ Dublin*Castle.  One tony relative in$4$ every family.  Hardy annuals
08:132;0363@c   | he presents her with.  Saw him out at the Three*Jolly*Topers marching along
08:132;0364@c   | bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in$4$ a marketnet.  The squallers.
08:132;0365@c   | Poor thing!  Then having to$9$ give the breast year after year all hours of the
08:132;0366@c   | night.  Selfish those t%t's are.  Dog in$4$ the manger.  Only one lump of sugar in$4$
08:132;0367@c   | my tea, if you please.
08:132;0368['  ]| He stood at Fleet*street crossing.  
08:132;0368@c   | Luncheon interval.  A sixpenny at
08:132;0369@c   | Rowe's?  Must look up$5$ that$6#2$ ad in$4$ the national*library.  An eightpenny in$4$ the
08:132;0370@c   | Burton.  Better.  On$4$ my way.
08:132;0371['  ]| He walked on$5$ past Bolton's Westmoreland*house.  
08:132;0371@c   | Tea.  Tea.  Tea.  I
08:132;0372@c   | forgot to$9$ tap Tom*Kernan.
08:132;0373@c   | Sss.  Dth, dth, dth!  Three days imagine groaning on$4$ a bed with a
08:132;0374@c   | vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her belly swollen out.  Phew!
08:132;0375@c   | Dreadful simply!  Child's head too big:  forceps.  Doubled up$5$ inside her
08:132;0376@c   | trying to$9$ butt its way out blindly, groping for$4$ the way out.  Kill me that$6#2$
08:132;0377@c   | would.  Lucky Molly got over hers lightly.  They ought to$9$ invent something
08:132;0378@c   | to$9$ stop that$6#2$.  Life with hard labour.  Twilight sleep idea:  queen*Victoria was
08:132;0379@c   | given that$6#2$.  Nine she had.  A good layer.  Old woman that$6#1$ lived in$4$ a shoe she
08:132;0380@c   | had so$5#1$ many children.  Suppose he was consumptive.  Time someone thought
08:132;0381@c   | about it instead of gassing about the what was it
08:132;0381[XX ]| the 
08:132;0381[XX ]| pensive bosom of the
08:132;0382[XX ]| silver effulgence.  
08:132;0382@c   | Flapdoodle to$9$ feed fools on$4$.  They could easily have big
08:132;0383@c   | establishments whole thing quite painless out of all the taxes give every child
08:132;0384@c   | born five quid at compound interest up$5$ to$4$ twentyone five per cent is a
08:132;0385@c   | hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by$4$ twenty decimal
08:132;0386@c   | system encourage people to$9$ put by$4$ money save hundred and ten and a bit
08:132;0387@c   | twentyone years want to$9$ work it out on$4$ paper come to$4$ a tidy sum more than
08:132;0388@c   | you think.
08:132;0389@c   | Not stillborn of course.  They are not even registered.  Trouble for$4$
08:132;0390@c   | nothing.
08:132;0391@c   | Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out.  Molly and Mrs*Moisel.  
08:132;0392@c   | Mothers' meeting.  Phthisis retires for$4$ the time being, then returns.
08:133;0393@c   | How flat they look all of a sudden after.  Peaceful eyes.  Weight off their
08:133;0394@c   | mind.  Old Mrs*Thornton was a jolly old soul.  All my babies, she said.  The
08:133;0395@c   | spoon of pap in$4$ her mouth before she fed them.  O, that$6#2$ is nyumnyum.  Got
08:133;0396@c   | her hand crushed by$4$ old Tom*Wall's son.  His first bow to$4$ the public.  Head
08:133;0397@c   | like$4$ a prize pumpkin.  Snuffy Dr*Murren.  People knocking them up$5$ at all
08:133;0398@c   | hours.  For$4$ God' sake, doctor.  Wife in$4$ her throes.  Then keep them waiting
08:133;0399@c   | months for$4$ their fee.  
08:133;0399[Z  ]| To$4$ attendance on$4$ your wife.  
08:133;0399@c   | No$2$ gratitude in$4$ people.
08:133;0400@c   | Humane doctors, most of them.
08:133;0401['  ]| Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of
08:133;0402['  ]| pigeons flew.  
08:133;0402@c   | Their little frolic after meals.  Who$6#2$ will$1$ we do it on$4$?  I pick the
08:133;0403@c   | fellow in$4$ black.  Here goes.  Here is good luck.  Must be thrilling from the air.
08:133;0404@c   | Apjohn, myself and Owen*Goldberg up$5$ in$4$ the trees near Goose*green
08:133;0405@c   | playing the monkeys.  Mackerel they called me.
08:133;0406['  ]| A squad of constables debouched from College*street, marching in$4$
08:133;0407['  ]| Indian file.  
08:133;0407@c   | Goosestep.  Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their
08:133;0408@c   | truncheons.  After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their belts.
08:133;0409@c   | Policeman's lot is oft a happy one.  
08:133;0409['  ]| They split up$5$ in$4$ groups and scattered,
08:133;0410['  ]| saluting, towards their beats.  
08:133;0410@c   | Let out to$9$ graze.  Best moment to$9$ attack one in$4$
08:133;0411@c   | pudding time.  A punch in$4$ his dinner.  
08:133;0411['  ]| A squad of others, marching
08:133;0412['  ]| irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for$4$ the station.  
08:133;0412@c   | Bound for$4$ their
08:133;0413@c   | troughs.  Prepare to$9$ receive cavalry.  Prepare to$9$ receive soup.
08:133;0414['  ]| He crossed under Tommy*Moore's roguish finger.  
08:133;0414@c   | They did right to$9$
08:133;0415@c   | put him up$5$ over a urinal:  meeting of the waters.  Ought to$9$ be places for$4$
08:133;0416@c   | women.  Running into cakeshops.  Settle my hat straight.  
08:133;0416[Z  ]| \There is not in$4$ this\
08:133;0417[Z  ]| \wide world a vallee.\ 
08:133;0417@c   | Great song of Julia*Morkan's.  Kept her voice up$5$ to$4$ the
08:133;0418@c   | very last.  Pupil of Michael*Balfe's, was not she?
08:133;0419['  ]| He gazed after the last broad tunic.
08:133;0419@c   | Nasty customers to$9$ tackle.  Jack*Power 
08:133;0420@c   | could a tale unfold:  father a G man.  If a fellow gave them trouble
08:133;0421@c   | being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in$4$ the bridewell.  Can not
08:133;0422@c   | blame them after all with the job they have especially the young hornies.
08:133;0423@c   | That$6#2$ horsepoliceman the day Joe*Chamberlain was given his degree in$4$
08:133;0424@c   | Trinity he got a run for$4$ his money.  My word he did!  His horse's hoofs
08:133;0425@c   | clattering after us down Abbey*street.  Lucky I had the presence of mind to$9$
08:133;0426@c   | dive into Manning's or I was souped.  He did come a wallop, by$4$ George.
08:133;0427@c   | Must have cracked his skull on$4$ the cobblestones.  I ought not to$9$ have got
08:133;0428@c   | myself swept along with those medicals.  And the Trinity jibs in$4$ their
08:133;0429@c   | mortarboards.  Looking for$4$ trouble.  Still I got to$9$ know that$6#2$ young Dixon
08:133;0430@c   | who$6#1$ dressed that$6#2$ sting for$4$ me in$4$ the Mater and now he is in$4$ Holles*street
08:133;0431@c   | where Mrs*Purefoy.  Wheels within wheels.  Police whistle in$4$ my ears still.
08:133;0432@c   | All skedaddled.  Why he fixed on$4$ me.  Give me in$4$ charge.  Right here it
08:133;0433@c   | began.
08:133;0434[V  ]| ~~ Up$5$ the Boers!
08:133;0435[V  ]| ~~ Three cheers for$4$ De*Wet!
08:133;0436[V  ]| ~~ We will$1$ hang Joe*Chamberlain on$4$ a sourapple tree.
08:134;0437@c   | Silly billies:  mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.  Vinegar*hill.
08:134;0438@c   | The Butter exchange band.  Few years' time half of them magistrates and
08:134;0439@c   | civil servants.  War comes on$5$:  into the army helterskelter:  same fellows used
08:134;0440@c   | to$9$.  Whether on$4$ the scaffold high.
08:134;0441@c   | Never know who$6#1$ you are talking to$4$.  Corny*Kelleher he has Harvey*Duff
08:134;0442@c   | in$4$ his eye.  Like$4$ that$6#2$ Peter or Denis or James*Carey that$6#1$ blew the gaff
08:134;0443@c   | on$4$ the invincibles.  Member of the corporation too.  Egging raw youths on$5$ to$9$
08:134;0444@c   | get in$4$ the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the castle.  Drop
08:134;0445@c   | him like$4$ a hot potato.  Why those plainclothes men are always courting
08:134;0446@c   | slaveys.  Easily twig a man used to$4$ uniform.  Squarepushing up$5$ against a
08:134;0447@c   | backdoor.  Maul her a bit.  Then the next thing on$4$ the menu.  And who$6#2$ is the
08:134;0448@c   | gentleman does be visiting there?  Was the young master saying anything?
08:134;0449@c   | Peeping*Tom through the keyhole.  Decoy duck.  Hotblooded young student
08:134;0450@c   | fooling round her fat arms ironing.
08:134;0451[V  ]| ~~ Are those yours, Mary?
08:134;0452[V  ]| ~~ I do not wear such things ~ .  Stop or I will$1$ tell the missus on$4$ you.  Out half
08:134;0453[V  ]| the night.
08:134;0454[V  ]| ~~ There are great times coming, Mary.  Wait till you see.
08:134;0455[V  ]| ~~ Ah, gelong with your great times coming.
08:134;0456@c   | Barmaids too.  Tobaccoshopgirls.
08:134;0457@c   | James*Stephens' idea was the best.  He knew them.  Circles of ten so$3$
08:134;0458@c   | that$3$ a fellow could not round on$4$ more than his own ring.  Sinn*Fein.  Back
08:134;0459@c   | out you get the knife.  Hidden hand.  Stay in$5$.  The firing squad.  Turnkey's
08:134;0460@c   | daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk.  Putting up$5$ in$4$ the
08:134;0461@c   | Buckingham*Palace*hotel under their very noses.  Garibaldi.
08:134;0462@c   | You must have a certain fascination:  Parnell.  Arthur*Griffith is a
08:134;0463@c   | squareheaded fellow but he has no$2$ go in$4$ him for$4$ the mob.  Or gas about our
08:134;0464@c   | lovely land.  Gammon and spinach.  Dublin*Bakery*Company's tearoom.
08:134;0465@c   | Debating societies.  That$3$ republicanism is the best form of government.
08:134;0466@c   | That$3$ the language question should take precedence of the economic
08:134;0467@c   | question.  Have your daughters inveigling them to$4$ your house.  Stuff them
08:134;0468@c   | up$5$ with meat and drink.  Michaelmas goose.  Here is a good lump of thyme
08:134;0469@c   | seasoning under the apron for$4$ you.  Have another quart of goosegrease
08:134;0470@c   | before it gets too cold.  Halffed enthusiasts.  Penny roll and a walk with the
08:134;0471@c   | band.  No$2$ grace for$4$ the carver.  The thought that$3$ the other chap pays best
08:134;0472@c   | sauce in$4$ the world.  Make themselves thoroughly at home.  Show us over
08:134;0473@c   | those apricots, meaning peaches.  The not far distant day.  Homerule sun
08:134;0474@c   | rising up$5$ in$4$ the northwest.
08:134;0475['  ]| His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly,
08:134;0476['  ]| shadowing Trinity's surly front.  Trams passed one another, ingoing,
08:134;0477['  ]| outgoing, clanging.  
08:134;0477@c   | Useless words.  Things go on$5$ same, day after day:
08:134;0478@c   | squads of police marching out, back:  trams in$5$, out.  Those two loonies
08:134;0479@c   | mooching about.  Dignam carted off.  Mina*Purefoy swollen belly on$4$ a bed
08:134;0480@c   | groaning to$9$ have a child tugged out of her.  One born every second
08:134;0481@c   | somewhere.  Other dying every second.  Since I fed the birds five minutes.
08:135;0482@c   | Three hundred kicked the bucket.  Other three hundred born, washing the
08:135;0483@c   | blood off, all are washed in$4$ the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.
08:135;0484@c   | Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too:  other
08:135;0485@c   | coming on$5$, passing on$5$.  Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements,
08:135;0486@c   | piledup bricks, stones.  Changing hands.  This owner, that$6#2$.  Landlord never
08:135;0487@c   | dies they say.  Other steps into his shoes when he gets his notice to$9$ quit.
08:135;0488@c   | They buy the place up$5$ with gold and still they have all the gold.  Swindle in$4$
08:135;0489@c   | it somewhere.  Piled up$5$ in$4$ cities, worn away age after age.  Pyramids in$4$ sand.
08:135;0490@c   | Built on$4$ bread and onions.  Slaves Chinese wall.  Babylon.  Big stones left.
08:135;0491@c   | Round towers.  Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.  Kerwan's
08:135;0492@c   | mushroom houses built of breeze.  Shelter, for$4$ the night.
08:135;0493@c   | No-one is anything.
08:135;0494@c   | This is the very worst hour of the day.  Vitality.  Dull, gloomy:  hate
08:135;0495@c   | this hour.  Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.
08:135;0496@c   | Provost's house.  The reverend Dr*Salmon:  tinned salmon.  Well
08:135;0497@c   | tinned in$4$ there.  Like$4$ a mortuary chapel.  Would not live in$4$ it if they paid me.
08:135;0498@c   | Hope they have liver and bacon today.  Nature abhors a vacuum.
08:135;0499['  ]| The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware
08:135;0500['  ]| opposite in$4$ Walter*Sexton's window by$4$ which$6#1$ John*Howard*Parnell passed,
08:135;0501['  ]| unseeing.
08:135;0502@c   | There he is:  the brother.  Image of him.  Haunting face.  Now that$6#2$ is a
08:135;0503@c   | coincidence.  Course hundreds of times you think of a person and do not
08:135;0504@c   | meet him.  Like$4$ a man walking in$4$ his sleep.  No-one knows him.  Must be a
08:135;0505@c   | corporation meeting today.  They say he never put on$5$ the city marshal's
08:135;0506@c   | uniform since he got the job.  Charley*Kavanagh used to$9$ come out on$4$ his
08:135;0507@c   | high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved.  Look at the
08:135;0508@c   | woebegone walk of him.  Eaten a bad egg.  Poached eyes on$4$ ghost.  I have a
08:135;0509@c   | pain.  Great man's brother:  his brother's brother.  He would look nice on$4$ the city
08:135;0510@c   | charger.  Drop into the D%*B%*C%  probably for$4$ his coffee, play chess there.
08:135;0511@c   | His brother used men as pawns.  Let them all go to$4$ pot.  Afraid to$9$ pass a
08:135;0512@c   | remark on$4$ him.  Freeze them up$5$ with that$6#2$ eye of his.  That$6#2$ is the fascination:
08:135;0513@c   | the name.  All a bit touched.  Mad Fanny and his other sister Mrs*Dickinson
08:135;0514@c   | driving about with scarlet harness.  Bolt upright like$4$ surgeon M^'Ardle.  Still
08:135;0515@c   | David*Sheehy beat him for$4$ south*Meath.  Apply for$4$ the Chiltern*Hundreds
08:135;0516@c   | and retire into public life.  The patriot's banquet.  Eating orangepeels in$4$ the
08:135;0517@c   | park.  Simon*Dedalus said when they put him in$4$ parliament that$3$ Parnell
08:135;0518@c   | would come back from the grave and lead him out of the house*of*commons
08:135;0519@c   | by$4$ the arm.
08:135;0520[X  ]| ~~ Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon$4$ which$6#1$
08:135;0521[X  ]| the ends of the world have forgotten to$9$ come while the other speaks with a
08:135;0522[X  ]| Scotch accent.  The tentacles ~
08:135;0523['  ]| They passed from behind Mr*Bloom along the curbstone.  
08:135;0523@c   | Beard and
08:135;0524@c   | bicycle.  Young woman.
08:135;0525@c   | And there he is too.  Now that$6#2$ is really a coincidence:  second time.
08:135;0526@c   | Coming events cast their shadows before.  <With the approval of the eminent>
08:136;0527@c   | <poet, Mr*Geo%*Russell.>  That$6#2$ might be Lizzie*Twigg with him.  A%*E%:  what
08:136;0528@c   | does that$6#2$ mean?  Initials perhaps.  Albert*Edward, Arthur*Edmund,
08:136;0529@c   | Alphonsus*Eb*Ed*El*Esquire.  What was he saying?  
08:136;0529[X  ]| The ends of the world
08:136;0530[X  ]| with a Scotch accent.  
08:136;0530[X  ]| Tentacles:  octopus.
08:136;0530@c   | Something occult:  symbolism.
08:136;0531@c   | Holding forth.  She is taking it all in$5$.  Not saying a word.  
08:136;0531[Z  ]| To$9$ aid gentleman
08:136;0532[Z  ]| in$4$ literary work.
08:136;0533['  ]| His eyes followed the high figure in$4$ homespun, beard and bicycle, a
08:136;0534['  ]| listening woman at his side.  
08:136;0534@c   | Coming from the vegetarian.  Only
08:136;0535@c   | weggebobbles and fruit.  Do not eat a beefsteak.  If you do the eyes of that$6#2$
08:136;0536@c   | cow will$1$ pursue you through all eternity.  They say it is healthier.
08:136;0537@c   | Windandwatery though.  Tried it.  Keep you on$4$ the run all day.  Bad as a
08:136;0538@c   | bloater.  Dreams all night.  Why do they call that$6#2$ thing they gave me
08:136;0539@c   | nutsteak?  Nutarians.  Fruitarians.  To$9$ give you the idea you are eating
08:136;0540@c   | rumpsteak.  Absurd.  Salty too.  They cook in$4$ soda.  Keep you sitting by$4$ the
08:136;0541@c   | tap all night.
08:136;0542@c   | Her stockings are loose over her ankles.  I detest that$6#2$:  so$5#1$ tasteless.
08:136;0543@c   | Those literary etherial people they are all.  Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic.
08:136;0544@c   | Esthetes they are.  I would not be surprised if it was that$6#2$ kind of food you see
08:136;0545@c   | produces the like$4$ waves of the brain the poetical.  For$4$ example one of those
08:136;0546@c   | policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you could not squeeze a line
08:136;0547@c   | of poetry out of him.  Do not know what poetry is even.  Must be in$4$ a certain
08:136;0548@c   | mood.
08:136;0549[X  ]| \The dreamy cloudy gull\
08:136;0550[X  ]| \Waves o'er the waters dull.\
08:136;0551['  ]| He crossed at Nassau*street corner and stood before the window of
08:136;0552['  ]| Yeates*and*Son, pricing the fieldglasses.  
08:136;0552@c   | Or will$1$ I drop into old Harris's and
08:136;0553@c   | have a chat with young Sinclair?  Wellmannered fellow.  Probably at his
08:136;0554@c   | lunch.  Must get those old glasses of mine set right.  Goerz lenses six guineas.
08:136;0555@c   | Germans making their way everywhere.  Sell on$4$ easy terms to$9$ capture trade.
08:136;0556@c   | Undercutting.  Might chance on$4$ a pair in$4$ the railway lost property office.
08:136;0557@c   | Astonishing the things people leave behind them in$4$ trains and cloakrooms.
08:136;0558@c   | What do they be thinking about?  Women too.  Incredible.  Last year
08:136;0559@c   | travelling to$4$ Ennis had to$9$ pick up$5$ that$6#2$ farmer's daughter's bag and hand it
08:136;0560@c   | to$4$ her at Limerick*junction.  Unclaimed money too.  There is a little watch up$4$
08:136;0561@c   | there on$4$ the roof of the bank to$9$ test those glasses by$4$.
08:136;0562['  ]| His lids came down on$4$ the lower rims of his irides.  
08:136;0562@c   | Can not see it.  If you
08:136;0563@c   | imagine it is there you can almost see it.  Can not see it.
08:136;0564['  ]| He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
08:136;0565['  ]| hand at arm's length towards the sun.  
08:136;0565@c   | Wanted to$9$ try that$6#2$ often.  Yes:
08:136;0566@c   | completely.  The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk.  Must be the
08:136;0567@c   | focus where the rays cross.  If I had black glasses.  Interesting.  There was a
08:136;0568@c   | lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in$4$ Lombard*street*west.
08:136;0569@c   | Looking up$5$ from the back garden.  Terrific explosions they are.  There will$1$
08:136;0570@c   | be a total eclipse this year:  autumn some time.
08:137;0571@c   | Now that$3$ I come to$9$ think of it that$6#2$ ball falls at Greenwich time.  It is
08:137;0572@c   | the clock is worked by$4$ an electric wire from Dunsink.  Must go out there
08:137;0573@c   | some first Saturday of the month.  If I could get an introduction to$4$ professor*Joly 
08:137;0574@c   | or learn up$5$ something about his family.  That$6#2$ would do to$9$:  man always
08:137;0575@c   | feels complimented.  Flattery where least expected.  Nobleman proud to$9$ be
08:137;0576@c   | descended from some king's mistress.  His foremother.  Lay it on$5$ with a
08:137;0577@c   | trowel.  Cap in$4$ hand goes through the land.  Not go in$5$ and blurt out what
08:137;0578@c   | you know you are not to$9$:  what is parallax?  Show this gentleman the door.
08:137;0579@c   | Ah.
08:137;0580['  ]| His hand fell to$4$ his side again.
08:137;0581@c   | Never know anything about it.  Waste of time.  Gasballs spinning
08:137;0582@c   | about, crossing each other, passing.  Same old dingdong always.  Gas:  then
08:137;0583@c   | solid:  then world:  then cold:  then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock,
08:137;0584@c   | like$4$ that$6#2$ pineapple rock.  The moon.  
08:137;0584@c   | <Must be a new moon out, >
08:137;0584@c   | she said.  I
08:137;0585@c   | believe there is.
08:137;0586['  ]| He went on$5$ by$4$ la*maison*Claire.
08:137;0587@c   | Wait.  The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly
08:137;0588@c   | there is a new moon.  Walking down by$4$ the Tolka.  Not bad for$4$ a Fairview
08:137;0589@c   | moon.  She was humming.  The young May moon she is beaming, love.  He
08:137;0590@c   | other side of her.  Elbow, arm.  He.  Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.
08:137;0591@c   | Touch.  Fingers.  Asking.  Answer.  Yes.
08:137;0592@c   | Stop.  Stop.  If it was it was.  Must.
08:137;0593['  ]| Mr*Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam*court.
08:137;0594['  ]| With ha quiet keep quiet relief his eyes took note 
08:137;0594@c   | this is the street here
08:137;0595@c   | middle of the day of Bob*Doran's bottle shoulders.  On$4$ his annual bend,
08:137;0596@c   | M^'Coy said.  They drink in$4$ order to$9$ say or do something or \cherchez la\
08:137;0597@c   | \femme\.  Up$5$ in$4$ the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the
08:137;0598@c   | rest of the year sober as a judge.
08:137;0599@c   | Yes.  Thought so$5#2$.  Sloping into the Empire.  Gone.  Plain soda would do
08:137;0600@c   | him good.  Where Pat*Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran
08:137;0601@c   | the Queen's.  Broth of a boy.  Dion*Boucicault business with his
08:137;0602@c   | harvestmoon face in$4$ a poky bonnet.  Three Purty Maids from School.  How
08:137;0603@c   | time flies, eh?  Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts.  Drinkers,
08:137;0604@c   | drinking, laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath.  More power,
08:137;0605@c   | Pat.  Coarse red:  fun for$4$ drunkards:  guffaw and smoke.  Take off that$6#2$ white
08:137;0606@c   | hat.  His parboiled eyes.  Where is he now?  Beggar somewhere.  The harp
08:137;0607@c   | that$6#1$ once did starve us all.
08:137;0608@c   | I was happier then.  Or was that$6#2$ I?  Or am I now I?  Twentyeight I was.
08:137;0609@c   | She twentythree.  When we left Lombard*street*west something changed.
08:137;0610@c   | Could never like$1$ it again after Rudy.  Can not bring back time.  Like$4$ holding
08:137;0611@c   | water in$4$ your hand.  Would you go back to$4$ then?  Just beginning then.
08:137;0612@c   | Would you?  
08:137;0612[X  ]| Are you not happy in$4$ your home you poor little naughty boy?
08:137;0613@c   | Wants to$9$ sew on$5$ buttons for$4$ me.  I must answer.  Write it in$4$ the library.
08:137;0614['  ]| Grafton*street gay with housed awnings lured his senses.  
08:137;0614@c   | Muslin
08:137;0615@c   | prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing
08:138;0616@c   | in$4$ the baking causeway.  Thick feet that$6#2$ woman has in$4$ the white stockings.
08:138;0617@c   | Hope the rain mucks them up$5$ on$4$ her.  Countrybred chawbacon.  
08:138;0617[Z  ]| All the beef
08:138;0618[Z  ]| to$4$ the heels were in$5$.  
08:138;0618@c   | Always gives a woman clumsy feet.  Molly looks out of
08:138;0619@c   | plumb.
08:138;0620['  ]| He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown*Thomas, silk mercers.
08:138;0621@c   | Cascades of ribbons.  Flimsy China silks.  
08:138;0621['  ]| A tilted urn poured from its mouth
08:138;0622['  ]| a flood of bloodhued poplin:  lustrous blood.  
08:138;0622@c   | The huguenots brought that$6#2$
08:138;0623@c   | here.  \Lacaus esant tara tara.\ Great chorus that$6#2$.  \Taree\ \tara.\ Must be washed
08:138;0624@c   | in$4$ rainwater.  Meyerbeer.  \Tara: bom bom bom.\
08:138;0625@c   | Pincushions.  I am a long time threatening to$9$ buy one.  Sticking them all
08:138;0626@c   | over the place.  Needles in$4$ window curtains.
08:138;0627['  ]| He bared slightly his left forearm.  
08:138;0627@c   | Scrape:  nearly gone.  Not today
08:138;0628@c   | anyhow.  Must go back for$4$ that$6#2$ lotion.  For$4$ her birthday perhaps.
08:138;0629@c   | Junejulyaugseptember eighth.  Nearly three months off.  Then she might not
08:138;0630@c   | like$1$ it.  Women will$1$ not pick up$5$ pins.  Say it cuts lo.
08:138;0631@c   | Gleaming silks, petticoats on$4$ slim brass rails, rays of flat silk
08:138;0632@c   | stockings.
08:138;0633@c   | Useless to$9$ go back.  Had to$9$ be.  Tell me all.
08:138;0634@c   | High voices.  Sunwarm silk.  Jingling harnesses.  All for$4$ a woman,
08:138;0635@c   | home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa.  Agendath
08:138;0636@c   | Netaim.  Wealth of the world.
08:138;0637['  ]| A warm human plumpness settled down on$4$ his brain.  His brain
08:138;0638['  ]| yielded.  Perfume of embraces all him assailed.  With hungered flesh
08:138;0639['  ]| obscurely, he mutely craved to$9$ adore.
08:138;0640@c   | Duke*street.  Here we are.  Must eat.  The Burton.  Feel better then.
08:138;0641['  ]| He turned Combridge's*corner, still pursued.  
08:138;0641@c   | Jingling, hoofthuds.
08:138;0642@c   | Perfumed bodies, warm, full.  All kissed, yielded:  in$4$ deep summer fields,
08:138;0643@c   | tangled pressed grass, in$4$ trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas,
08:138;0644@c   | creaking beds.
08:138;0645[X  ]| ~~ Jack, love!
08:138;0646[X  ]| ~~ Darling!
08:138;0647[X  ]| ~~ Kiss me, Reggy!
08:138;0648[X  ]| ~~ My boy!
08:138;0649[X  ]| ~~ Love!
08:138;0650['  ]| His heart astir he pushed in$4$ the door of the Burton restaurant.  Stink
08:138;0651['  ]| gripped his trembling breath:  pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.  
08:138;0651@c   | See the
08:138;0652@c   | animals feed.
08:138;0653@c   | Men, men, men.
08:138;0654[XX ]| Perched on$4$ high stools by$4$ the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables
08:138;0655[XX ]| calling for$4$ more bread no$2$ charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food,
08:138;0656[XX ]| their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches.
08:138;0656['  ]| A pallid suetfaced young man
08:138;0657['  ]| polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin.  
08:138;0657@c   | New set of
08:138;0658@c   | microbes.  
08:138;0658['  ]| A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him
08:138;0659['  ]| shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.  
08:138;0659@c   | A man spitting back on$4$ his plate:
08:138;0660@c   | halfmasticated gristle:  gums:  no$2$ teeth to$9$ chewchewchew it.  Chump chop
08:139;0661@c   | from the grill.  Bolting to$9$ get it over.  Sad booser's eyes.  Bitten off more than
08:139;0662@c   | he can chew.  Am I like$4$ that$6#2$?  See ourselves as others see us.  Hungry man is
08:139;0663@c   | an angry man.  Working tooth and jaw.  Do not!  O!  A bone!  That$6#2$ last pagan
08:139;0664@c   | king of Ireland Cormac in$4$ the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty
08:139;0665@c   | southward of the Boyne.  Wonder what he was eating.  Something
08:139;0666@c   | galoptious.  Saint*Patrick converted him to$4$ Christianity.  Could not swallow it
08:139;0667@c   | all however.
08:139;0668[X  ]| ~~ Roast beef and cabbage.
08:139;0669[X  ]| ~~ One stew.
08:139;0670@c   | Smells of men.  Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarettesmoke,
08:139;0671@c   | reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment.
08:139;0672['  ]| His gorge rose.
08:139;0673@c   | Could not eat a morsel here.  Fellow sharpening knife and fork to$9$ eat
08:139;0674@c   | all before him, old chap picking his tootles.  Slight spasm, full, chewing the
08:139;0675@c   | cud.  Before and after.  Grace after meals.  Look on$4$ this picture then on$4$ that$6#2$.
08:139;0676@c   | Scoffing up$5$ stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread.  Lick it off the plate,
08:139;0677@c   | man!  Get out of this.
08:139;0678['  ]| He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
08:139;0679['  ]| his nose.
08:139;0680[X  ]| ~~ Two stouts here.
08:139;0681[X  ]| ~~ One corned and cabbage.
08:139;0682@c   | That$6#2$ fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life
08:139;0683@c   | depended on$4$ it.  Good stroke.  Give me the fidgets to$9$ look.  Safer to$9$ eat from
08:139;0684@c   | his three hands.  Tear it limb from limb.  Second nature to$4$ him.  Born with a
08:139;0685@c   | silver knife in$4$ his mouth.  That$6#2$ is witty, I think.  Or no$7$.  Silver means born
08:139;0686@c   | rich.  Born with a knife.  But then the allusion is lost.
08:139;0687['  ]| An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates.  Rock, the head
08:139;0688['  ]| bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard.  Well up$5$:
08:139;0689['  ]| it splashed yellow near his boot.  A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on$4$
08:139;0690['  ]| table, ready for$4$ a second helping stared towards the foodlift across his
08:139;0691['  ]| stained square of newspaper.  
08:139;0691@c   | Other chap telling him something with his
08:139;0692@c   | mouth full.  Sympathetic listener.  Table talk.  I munched hum un thu
08:139;0693@c   | Unchster Bunk un Munchday.  Ha?  Did you, faith?
08:139;0694['  ]| Mr*Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to$4$ his lips.  His eyes said:
08:139;0695['  ]| ~~ Not here.  Do not see him.
08:139;0696@c   | Out.  I hate dirty eaters.
08:139;0697['  ]| He backed towards the door.  
08:139;0697@c   | Get a light snack in$4$ Davy*Byrne's.
08:139;0698@c   | Stopgap.  Keep me going.  Had a good breakfast.
08:139;0699[X  ]| ~~ Roast and mashed here.
08:139;0700[X  ]| ~~ Pint of stout.
08:139;0701@c   | Every fellow for$4$ his own, tooth and nail.  Gulp.  Grub.  Gulp.  Gobstuff.
08:139;0702['  ]| He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton*street.
08:139;0703@c   | Eat or be eaten.  Kill!  Kill!
08:139;0704@c   | Suppose that$6#2$ communal kitchen years to$9$ come perhaps.  All trotting
08:139;0705@c   | down with porringers and tommycans to$9$ be filled.  Devour contents in$4$ the
08:140;0706@c   | street.  John*Howard*Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's
08:140;0707@c   | son do not talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children
08:140;0708@c   | cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.  From Ailesbury*road,
08:140;0709@c   | Clyde*road, artisans' dwellings, north*Dublin*union, lord*mayor in$4$ his
08:140;0710@c   | gingerbread coach, old queen in$4$ a bathchair.  My plate is empty.  After you
08:140;0711@c   | with our incorporated drinkingcup.  Like$4$ sir*Philip*Crampton's fountain.
08:140;0712@c   | Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief.  Next chap rubs on$4$ a new
08:140;0713@c   | batch with his.  Father*O'Flynn would make hares of them all.  Have rows
08:140;0714@c   | all the same.  All for$4$ number one.  Children fighting for$4$ the scrapings of the
08:140;0715@c   | pot.  Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix*park.  Harpooning flitches and
08:140;0716@c   | hindquarters out of it.  Hate people all round you.  City*Arms*hotel \table\
08:140;0717@c   | \d'h%ote\ she called it.  Soup, joint and sweet.  Never know whose thoughts
08:140;0718@c   | you are chewing.  Then who$6#2$ would wash up$5$ all the plates and forks?  Might be all
08:140;0719@c   | feeding on$4$ tabloids that$6#2$ time.  Teeth getting worse and worse.
08:140;0720@c   | After all there is a lot in$4$ that$6#2$ vegetarian fine flavour of things from the
08:140;0721@c   | earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions
08:140;0722@c   | mushrooms truffles.  Pain to$4$ the animal too.  Pluck and draw fowl.
08:140;0723@c   | Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for$4$ the poleaxe to$9$ split
08:140;0724@c   | their skulls open.  Moo.  Poor trembling calves.  Meh.  Staggering bob.  Bubble
08:140;0725@c   | and squeak.  Butchers' buckets wobbly lights.  Give us that$6#2$ brisket off the
08:140;0726@c   | hook.  Plup.  Rawhead and bloody bones.  Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from
08:140;0727@c   | their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on$4$ sawdust.
08:140;0728@c   | Top and lashers going out.  Do not maul them pieces, young one.
08:140;0729@c   | Hot fresh blood they prescribe for$4$ decline.  Blood always needed.
08:140;0730@c   | Insidious.  Lick it up$5$ smokinghot, thick sugary.  Famished ghosts.
08:140;0731@c   | Ah, I am hungry.
08:140;0732['  ]| He entered Davy*Byrne's.  
08:140;0732@c   | Moral pub.  He does not chat.  Stands a
08:140;0733@c   | drink now and then.  But in$4$ leapyear once in$4$ four.  Cashed a cheque for$4$ me
08:140;0734@c   | once.
08:140;0735@c   | What will$1$ I take now?  
08:140;0735['  ]| He drew his watch.  
08:140;0735@c   | Let me see now.
08:140;0736@c   | Shandygaff?
08:140;0737[ZA ]| ~~ Hello, Bloom,
08:140;0737['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said from his nook.
08:140;0738[C  ]| ~~ Hello, Flynn.
08:140;0739[ZA ]| ~~ How is things?
08:140;0740[C  ]| ~~ Tiptop ~  
08:140;0740@c   | Let me see.  I will$1$  take a glass of burgundy and ~  let me see.
08:140;0741@c   | Sardines on$4$ the shelves.  Almost taste them by$4$ looking.  Sandwich?
08:140;0742@c   | Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there.  Potted meats.  
08:140;0742[Z  ]| What is
08:140;0743[Z  ]| home without Plumtree's potted meat?  Incomplete.  
08:140;0743@c   | What a stupid ad!
08:140;0744@c   | Under the obituary notices they stuck it.  All up$4$ a plumtree.  Dignam's
08:140;0745@c   | potted meat.  Cannibals would with lemon and rice.  White missionary too
08:140;0746@c   | salty.  Like$4$ pickled pork.  Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour.
08:140;0747@c   | Ought to$9$ be tough from exercise.  His wives in$4$ a row to$9$ watch the effect.
08:140;0748[X  ]| \There was a right royal old nigger.  Who$6#1$ ate or something the somethings of\
08:140;0749[X  ]| \the reverend Mr*MacTrigger.\ 
08:140;0749[Z  ]| With it an abode of bliss.  
08:140;0749@c   | Lord knows what
08:140;0750@c   | concoction.  Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up$5$.  Puzzle
08:141;0751@c   | find the meat.  Kosher.  No$2$ meat and milk together.  Hygiene that$6#2$ was what
08:141;0752@c   | they call now.  Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.  Peace and war
08:141;0753@c   | depend on$4$ some fellow's digestion.  Religions.  Christmas turkeys and geese.
08:141;0754@c   | Slaughter of innocents.  Eat drink and be merry.  Then casual wards full
08:141;0755@c   | after.  Heads bandaged.  Cheese digests all but itself.  Mity cheese.
08:141;0756[C  ]| ~~ Have you a cheese sandwich?
08:141;0757[V  ]| ~~ Yes, sir.
08:141;0758@c   | Like$1$ a few olives too if they had them.  Italian I prefer.  Good glass of
08:141;0759@c   | burgundy take away that$6#2$.  Lubricate.  A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom*Kernan
08:141;0760@c   | can dress.  Puts gusto into it.  Pure olive oil.  Milly served me that$6#2$
08:141;0761@c   | cutlet with a sprig of parsley.  Take one Spanish onion.  God made food, the
08:141;0762@c   | devil the cooks.  Devilled crab.
08:141;0763[V  ]| ~~ Wife well?
08:141;0764[C  ]| ~~ Quite well, thanks ~  A cheese sandwich, then.  Gorgonzola, have you?
08:141;0765[V  ]| ~~ Yes, sir.
08:141;0766['  ]| Nosey*Flynn sipped his grog.
08:141;0767[ZA ]| ~~ Doing any singing those times?
08:141;0768@c   | Look at his mouth.  Could whistle in$4$ his own ear.  Flap ears to$9$ match.
08:141;0769@c   | Music.  Knows as much about it as my coachman.  Still better tell him.  Does
08:141;0770@c   | no$2$ harm.  Free ad.
08:141;0771[C  ]| ~~ She is engaged for$4$ a big tour end of this month.  You may have heard
08:141;0772[C  ]| perhaps.
08:141;0773[ZA ]| ~~ No$7$.  O, that$6#2$ is the style.  Who$6#2$ is getting it up$5$?
08:141;0774['  ]| The curate served.
08:141;0775[C  ]| ~~ How much is that$6#2$?
08:141;0776[V  ]| ~~ Seven d, sir ~  Thank you, sir.
08:141;0777['  ]| Mr*Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.  
08:141;0777[X  ]| \Mr*MacTrigger.\ 
08:141;0777@c   | Easier
08:141;0778@c   | than the dreamy creamy stuff.  
08:141;0778[X  ]| \His five hundred wives.  Had the time of their\
08:141;0779[X  ]| \lives.\
08:141;0780[V  ]| ~~ Mustard, sir?
08:141;0781[C  ]| ~~ Thank you.
08:141;0782['  ]| He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.  
08:141;0782[X  ]| \Their lives.\ 
08:141;0782@c   | I have it.
08:141;0783[X  ]| \It grew bigger and bigger and bigger.\
08:141;0784[C  ]| ~~ Getting it up$5$?  
08:141;0784['  ]| he said.  
08:141;0784[C  ]| Well, it is like$4$ a company idea, you see.  Part shares
08:141;0785[C  ]| and part profits.
08:141;0786[ZA ]| ~~ Ay, now I remember, 
08:141;0786['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said, putting his hand in$4$ his pocket to$9$
08:141;0787['  ]| scratch his groin.  
08:141;0787[ZA ]| Who$6#2$ is this was telling me?  Is not Blazes*Boylan mixed up$5$
08:141;0788[ZA ]| in$4$ it?
08:141;0789['  ]| A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on$4$ Mr*Bloom's heart.
08:141;0790['  ]| He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock.  
08:141;0790@c   | Two.  Pub clock five
08:141;0791@c   | minutes fast.  Time going on$5$.  Hands moving.  Two.  Not yet.
08:141;0792['  ]| His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more
08:141;0793['  ]| longly, longingly.
08:141;0794@c   | Wine.
08:142;0795['  ]| He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to$9$
08:142;0796['  ]| speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.
08:142;0797[C  ]| ~~ Yes, 
08:142;0797['  ]| he said.  
08:142;0797[C  ]| He is the organiser in$4$ point of fact.
08:142;0798@c   | No$2$ fear:  no$2$ brains.
08:142;0799['  ]| Nosey*Flynn snuffled and scratched.  
08:142;0799@c   | Flea having a good square meal.
08:142;0800[ZA ]| ~~ He had a good slice of luck, Jack*Mooney was telling me, over that$6#2$
08:142;0801[ZA ]| boxingmatch Myler*Keogh won again that$6#2$ soldier in$4$ the Portobello*barracks.  
08:142;0802[ZA ]| By$4$ God, he had the little kipper down in$4$ the county*Carlow he
08:142;0803[ZA ]| was telling me ~
08:142;0804@c   | Hope that$6#2$ dewdrop does not come down into his glass.  No$7$, snuffled it
08:142;0805@c   | up$5$.
08:142;0806[ZA ]| ~~ For$4$ near a month, man, before it came off.  Sucking duck eggs by$4$ God till
08:142;0807[ZA ]| further orders.  Keep him off the boose, see?  O, by$4$ God, Blazes is a hairy
08:142;0808[ZA ]| chap.
08:142;0809['  ]| Davy*Byrne came forward from the hindbar in$4$ tuckstitched
08:142;0810['  ]| shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin.  
08:142;0810@c   | Herring's blush.
08:142;0811@c   | Whose smile upon$4$ each feature plays with such and such replete.  Too much
08:142;0812@c   | fat on$4$ the parsnips.
08:142;0813[ZA ]| ~~ And here is himself and pepper on$4$ him, 
08:142;0813['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:142;0813[ZA ]| Can you give
08:142;0814[ZA ]| us a good one for$4$ the Gold cup?
08:142;0815[V  ]| ~~ I am off that$6#2$, Mr*Flynn, 
08:142;0815['  ]| Davy*Byrne answered.  
08:142;0815[V  ]| I never put anything on$4$ a
08:142;0816[V  ]| horse.
08:142;0817[ZA ]| ~~ You are right there, 
08:142;0817['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.
08:142;0818['  ]| Mr*Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of
08:142;0819['  ]| disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese.  Sips of his wine
08:142;0820['  ]| soothed his palate.  
08:142;0820@c   | Not logwood that$6#2$.  Tastes fuller this weather with the
08:142;0821@c   | chill off.
08:142;0822@c   | Nice quiet bar.  Nice piece of wood in$4$ that$6#2$ counter.  Nicely planed.
08:142;0823@c   | Like$4$ the way it curves there.
08:142;0824[V  ]| ~~ I would not do anything at all in$4$ that$6#2$ line, 
08:142;0824['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.  
08:142;0824[V  ]| It ruined
08:142;0825[V  ]| many a man, the same horses.
08:142;0826@c   | Vintners' sweepstake.  Licensed for$4$ the sale of beer, wine and spirits
08:142;0827@c   | for$4$ consumption on$4$ the premises.  Heads I win tails you lose.
08:142;0828[ZA ]| ~~ True for$4$ you, 
08:142;0828['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:142;0828[ZA ]| Unless you are in$4$ the know.  There is no$2$
08:142;0829[ZA ]| straight sport going now.  Lenehan gets some good ones.  He is giving
08:142;0830[ZA ]| Sceptre today.  Zinfandel is the favourite, lord*Howard*de*Walden's, won at
08:142;0831[ZA ]| Epsom.  Morny*Cannon is riding him.  I could have got seven to$4$ one against
08:142;0832[ZA ]| Saint*Amant a fortnight before.
08:142;0833[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ so$5#2$?  
08:142;0833['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.
08:142;0834['  ]| He went towards the window and, taking up$5$ the pettycash book,
08:142;0835['  ]| scanned its pages.
08:142;0836[ZA ]| ~~ I could, faith, 
08:142;0836['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said, snuffling.  
08:142;0836[ZA ]| That$6#2$ was a rare bit of
08:142;0837[ZA ]| horseflesh.  Saint*Frusquin was her sire.  She won in$4$ a thunderstorm,
08:142;0838[ZA ]| Rothschild's filly, with wadding in$4$ her ears.  Blue jacket and yellow cap.
08:142;0839[ZA ]| Bad luck to$4$ big Ben*Dollard and his John*O'Gaunt.  He put me off it.  Ay.
08:143;0840['  ]| He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the
08:143;0841['  ]| flutes.
08:143;0842[ZA ]| ~~ Ay, 
08:143;0842['  ]| he said, sighing.
08:143;0843['  ]| Mr*Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon$4$ his sigh.  
08:143;0843@c   | Nosey
08:143;0844@c   | numbskull.  Will$1$ I tell him that$6#2$ horse Lenehan?  He knows already.  Better let
08:143;0845@c   | him forget.  Go and lose more.  Fool and his money.  Dewdrop coming down
08:143;0846@c   | again.  Cold nose he would have kissing a woman.  Still they might like$1$.  Prickly
08:143;0847@c   | beards they like$1$.  Dogs' cold noses.  Old Mrs*Riordan with the rumbling
08:143;0848@c   | stomach's Skye terrier in$4$ the City*Arms*hotel.  Molly fondling him in$4$ her
08:143;0849@c   | lap.  
08:143;0849[X  ]| O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!
08:143;0850['  ]| Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment
08:143;0851['  ]| mawkish cheese.  
08:143;0851@c   | Nice wine it is.  Taste it better because I am not thirsty.  Bath
08:143;0852@c   | of course does that$6#2$.  Just a bite or two.  Then about six o'clock I can.  Six.
08:143;0853@c   | Six.  Time will$1$ be gone then.  She.
08:143;0854['  ]| Mild fire of wine kindled his veins.  
08:143;0854@c   | I wanted that$6#2$ badly.  Felt so$5#1$ off
08:143;0855@c   | colour.  
08:143;0855['  ]| His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins:  sardines, gaudy lobsters'
08:143;0856['  ]| claws.  
08:143;0856@c   | All the odd things people pick up$5$ for$4$ food.  Out of shells, periwinkles
08:143;0857@c   | with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the French eat, out of the sea
08:143;0858@c   | with bait on$4$ a hook.  Silly fish learn nothing in$4$ a thousand years.  If you
08:143;0859@c   | did not know risky putting anything into your mouth.  Poisonous berries.
08:143;0860@c   | Johnny*Magories.  Roundness you think good.  Gaudy colour warns you
08:143;0861@c   | off.  One fellow told another and so$5#2$ on$5$.  Try it on$4$ the dog first.  Led on$5$ by$4$ the
08:143;0862@c   | smell or the look.  Tempting fruit.  Ice cones.  Cream.  Instinct.  Orangegroves
08:143;0863@c   | for$4$ instance.  Need artificial irrigation.  Bleibtreustrasse.  Yes but what about
08:143;0864@c   | oysters.  Unsightly like$4$ a clot of phlegm.  Filthy shells.  Devil to$9$ open them
08:143;0865@c   | too.  Who$6#2$ found them out?  Garbage, sewage they feed on$5$.  Fizz and Red*bank
08:143;0866@c   | oysters.  Effect on$4$ the sexual.  Aphrodis.  He was in$4$ the Red Bank this
08:143;0867@c   | morning.  Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in$4$ bed no$2$
08:143;0868@c   | June has no$2$ ar no$2$ oysters.  But there are people like$1$ things high.  Tainted
08:143;0869@c   | game.  Jugged hare.  First catch your hare.  Chinese eating eggs fifty years
08:143;0870@c   | old, blue and green again.  Dinner of thirty courses.  Each dish harmless
08:143;0871@c   | might mix inside.  Idea for$4$ a poison mystery.  That$6#2$ archduke Leopold was it
08:143;0872@c   | no$7$ yes or was it Otto one of those Habsburgs?  Or who$6#2$ was it used to$9$ eat
08:143;0873@c   | the scruff off his own head?  Cheapest lunch in$4$ town.  Of course aristocrats,
08:143;0874@c   | then the others copy to$9$ be in$4$ the fashion.  Milly too rock oil and flour.  Raw
08:143;0875@c   | pastry I like$1$ myself.  Half the catch of oysters they throw back in$4$ the sea to$9$
08:143;0876@c   | keep up$5$ the price.  Cheap no-one would buy.  Caviare.  Do the grand.  Hock
08:143;0877@c   | in$4$ green glasses.  Swell blowout.  Lady this.  Powdered bosom pearls.  The
08:143;0878@c   | \e=lite\.  \Cre`me de la cre`me.\ They want special dishes to$9$ pretend they are.
08:143;0879@c   | Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the flesh.  Know me
08:143;0880@c   | come eat with me.  Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the butcher, right to$4$
08:143;0881@c   | venisons of the forest from his ex.  Send him back the half of a cow.  Spread
08:143;0882@c   | I saw down in$4$ the Master*of*the*Rolls' kitchen area.  Whitehatted \chef\ like$4$ a
08:143;0883@c   | rabbi.  Combustible duck.  Curly cabbage \9a la duchesse*de*Parme\.  Just as
08:143;0884@c   | well to$9$ write it on$4$ the bill of fare so$3$ you can know what you have eaten.  Too
08:144;0885@c   | many drugs spoil the broth.  I know it myself.  Dosing it with Edwards'
08:144;0886@c   | desiccated soup.  Geese stuffed silly for$4$ them.  Lobsters boiled alive.  Do
08:144;0887@c   | ptake some ptarmigan.  Would not mind being a waiter in$4$ a swell hotel.  Tips,
08:144;0888@c   | evening dress, halfnaked ladies.  May I tempt you to$4$ a little more filleted
08:144;0889@c   | lemon sole, miss*Dubedat?  Yes, do bedad.  And she did bedad.  Huguenot
08:144;0890@c   | name I expect that$6#2$.  A miss*Dubedat lived in$4$ Killiney, I remember.  \Du\ \de\ \la\
08:144;0891@c   | French.  Still it is the same fish perhaps old Micky*Hanlon of Moore*street
08:144;0892@c   | ripped the guts out of making money hand over fist finger in$4$ fishes' gills
08:144;0893@c   | can not write his name on$4$ a cheque think he was painting the landscape with
08:144;0894@c   | his mouth twisted.  Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues,
08:144;0895@c   | worth fifty thousand pounds.
08:144;0896['  ]| Stuck on$4$ the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.
08:144;0897['  ]| Glowing wine on$4$ his palate lingered swallowed.  
08:144;0897@c   | Crushing in$4$ the
08:144;0898@c   | winepress grapes of Burgundy.  Sun's heat it is.  Seems to$4$ a secret touch
08:144;0899@c   | telling me memory.  
08:144;0899['  ]| Touched his sense moistened remembered.  
08:144;0899@c   | Hidden
08:144;0900@c   | under wild ferns on$4$ Howth below us bay sleeping:  sky.  No$2$ sound.  The sky.
08:144;0901@c   | The bay purple by$4$ the Lion's*head.  Green by$4$ Drumleck.  Yellowgreen
08:144;0902@c   | towards Sutton.  Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in$4$ grass, buried
08:144;0903@c   | cities.  Pillowed on$4$ my coat she had her hair, earwigs in$4$ the heather scrub
08:144;0904@c   | my hand under her nape, you will$1$ toss me all.  O wonder!  Coolsoft with
08:144;0905@c   | ointments her hand touched me, caressed:  her eyes upon$4$ me did not turn
08:144;0906@c   | away.  Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth.  Yum.
08:144;0907@c   | Softly she gave me in$4$ my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.  Mawkish
08:144;0908@c   | pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle.  Joy:  I ate it:  joy.
08:144;0909@c   | Young life, her lips that$6#1$ gave me pouting.  Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips.
08:144;0910@c   | Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes.  Pebbles fell.  She lay still.  A
08:144;0911@c   | goat.  No-one.  High on$4$ Ben*Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking
08:144;0912@c   | surefooted, dropping currants.  Screened under ferns she laughed
08:144;0913@c   | warmfolded.  Wildly I lay on$4$ her, kissed her:  eyes, her lips, her stretched
08:144;0914@c   | neck beating, woman's breasts full in$4$ her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples
08:144;0915@c   | upright.  Hot I tongued her.  She kissed me.  I was kissed.  All yielding she
08:144;0916@c   | tossed my hair.  Kissed, she kissed me.
08:144;0917@c   | Me.  And me now.
08:144;0918['  ]| Stuck, the flies buzzed.
08:144;0919['  ]| His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab.
08:144;0920@c   | Beauty:  it curves:  curves are beauty.  Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno:
08:144;0921@c   | curves the world admires.  Can see them library museum standing in$4$ the
08:144;0922@c   | round hall, naked goddesses.  Aids to$4$ digestion.  They do not care what man
08:144;0923@c   | looks.  All to$9$ see.  Never speaking.  I mean to$9$ say to$4$ fellows like$4$ Flynn.
08:144;0924@c   | Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first?  Mortal!
08:144;0925@c   | Put you in$4$ your proper place.  Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden
08:144;0926@c   | dishes, all ambrosial.  Not like$4$ a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton,
08:144;0927@c   | carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop.  Nectar imagine it drinking electricity:
08:144;0928@c   | gods' food.  Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian.  Immortal lovely.
08:144;0929@c   | And we stuffing food in$4$ one hole and out behind:  food, chyle, blood, dung,
08:145;0930@c   | earth, food:  have to$9$ feed it like$4$ stoking an engine.  They have no$2$.  Never
08:145;0931@c   | looked.  I will$1$ look today.  Keeper will$1$ not see.  Bend down let something drop.
08:145;0932@c   | See if she.
08:145;0933['  ]| Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to$9$ go to$9$ do not to$9$ do
08:145;0934['  ]| there to$9$ do.  A man and ready he drained his glass to$4$ the lees and walked, 
08:145;0934@c   | to$4$
08:145;0935@c   | men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a
08:145;0936@c   | youth enjoyed her,
08:145;0936['  ]| to$4$ the yard.
08:145;0937['  ]| When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy*Byrne said from his
08:145;0938['  ]| book:
08:145;0939[V  ]| ~~ What is this he is?  Is not he in$4$ the insurance line?
08:145;0940[ZA ]| ~~ He is out of that$6#2$ long ago, 
08:145;0940['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:145;0940[ZA ]| He does canvassing for$4$ the
08:145;0941[ZA ]| \Freeman\.
08:145;0942[V  ]| ~~ I know him well to$9$ see, 
08:145;0942['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.  
08:145;0942[V  ]| Is he in$4$ trouble?
08:145;0943[ZA ]| ~~ Trouble?  
08:145;0943['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:145;0943[ZA ]| Not that$6#2$ I heard of.  Why?
08:145;0944[V  ]| ~~ I noticed he was in$4$ mourning.
08:145;0945[ZA ]| ~~ Was he?  
08:145;0945['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:145;0945[ZA ]| So$5#2$ he was, faith.  I asked him how was all at
08:145;0946[ZA ]| home.  You are right, by$4$ God.  So$5#2$ he was.
08:145;0947[V  ]| ~~ I never broach the subject, 
08:145;0947['  ]| Davy*Byrne said humanely, 
08:145;0947[V  ]| if I see a
08:145;0948[V  ]| gentleman is in$4$ trouble that$6#2$ way.  It only brings it up$5$ fresh in$4$ their minds.
08:145;0949[ZA ]| ~~ It is not the wife anyhow, 
08:145;0949['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:145;0949[ZA ]| I met him the day before
08:145;0950[ZA ]| yesterday and he coming out of that$6#2$ Irish farm dairy John*Wyse*Nolan's
08:145;0951[ZA ]| wife has in$4$ Henry*street with a jar of cream in$4$ his hand taking it home to$4$
08:145;0952[ZA ]| his better half.  She is well nourished, I tell you.  Plovers on$4$ toast.
08:145;0953[V  ]| ~~ And is he doing for$4$ the \Freeman\?  
08:145;0953['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.
08:145;0954['  ]| Nosey*Flynn pursed his lips.
08:145;0955[ZA ]| ~~ He does not buy cream on$4$ the ads he picks up$5$.  You can make bacon of
08:145;0956[ZA ]| that$6#2$.
08:145;0957[V  ]| ~~ How so$5#2$?  
08:145;0957['  ]| Davy*Byrne asked, coming from his book.
08:145;0958['  ]| Nosey*Flynn made swift passes in$4$ the air with juggling fingers.  He
08:145;0959['  ]| winked.
08:145;0960[ZA ]| ~~ He is in$4$ the craft, 
08:145;0960['  ]| he said.
08:145;0961[V  ]| ~~ Do you tell me so$5#2$?  
08:145;0961['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.
08:145;0962[ZA ]| ~~ Very much so$5#2$, 
08:145;0962['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:145;0962[ZA ]| Ancient free and accepted order.  He is
08:145;0963[ZA ]| an excellent brother.  Light, life and love, by$4$ God.  They give him a leg up$5$.  I
08:145;0964[ZA ]| was told that$6#2$ by$4$ a  ~~  well, I will$1$ not say who$6#1$.
08:145;0965[V  ]| ~~ Is that$6#2$ a fact?
08:145;0966[ZA ]| ~~ O, it is a fine order, 
08:145;0966['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.  
08:145;0966[ZA ]| They stick to$4$ you when you are
08:145;0967[ZA ]| down.  I know a fellow was trying to$9$ get into it.  But they are as close as damn
08:145;0968[ZA ]| it.  By$4$ God they did right to$9$ keep the women out of it.
08:145;0969['  ]| Davy*Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in$4$ one:
08:145;0970[V  ]| ~~ Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
08:145;0971[ZA ]| ~~ There was one woman, 
08:145;0971['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said, 
08:145;0971[ZA ]| hid herself in$4$ a clock to$9$ find
08:145;0972[ZA ]| out what they do be doing.  But be damned but they smelt her out and swore
08:145;0973[ZA ]| her in$5$ on$4$ the spot a master mason.  That$6#2$ was one of the saint*Legers of
08:145;0974[ZA ]| Doneraile.
08:146;0975['  ]| Davy*Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes:
08:146;0976[V  ]| ~~ And is that$6#2$ a fact?  Decent quiet man he is.  I often saw him in$4$ here and I
08:146;0977[V  ]| never once saw him  ~~  you know, over the line.
08:146;0978[ZA ]| ~~ God Almighty could not make him drunk, 
08:146;0978['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said firmly.  
08:146;0978[ZA ]| Slips
08:146;0979[ZA ]| off when the fun gets too hot.  Did not you see him look at his watch?  Ah,
08:146;0980[ZA ]| you were not there.  If you ask him to$9$ have a drink first thing he does he outs
08:146;0981[ZA ]| with the watch to$9$ see what he ought to$9$ imbibe.  Declare to$4$ God he does.
08:146;0982[V  ]| ~~ There are some like$4$ that$6#2$, 
08:146;0982['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.  
08:146;0982[V  ]| He is a safe man, I would say.
08:146;0983[ZA ]| ~~ He is not too bad, 
08:146;0983['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said, snuffling it up$5$.  
08:146;0983[ZA ]| He is been known to$9$
08:146;0984[ZA ]| put his hand down too to$9$ help a fellow.  Give the devil his due.  O, Bloom has
08:146;0985[ZA ]| his good points.  But there is one thing he will$1$ never do.
08:146;0986['  ]| His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
08:146;0987[V  ]| ~~ I know, 
08:146;0987['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.
08:146;0988[ZA ]| ~~ Nothing in$4$ black and white, 
08:146;0988['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.
08:146;0989['  ]| Paddy*Leonard and Bantam*Lyons came in$5$.  Tom*Rochford followed
08:146;0990['  ]| frowning, a plaining hand on$4$ his claret waistcoat.
08:146;0991[V  ]| ~~ Day, Mr*Byrne.
08:146;0992[V  ]| ~~ Day, gentlemen.
08:146;0993['  ]| They paused at the counter.
08:146;0994[V  ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ is standing?  
08:146;0994['  ]| Paddy*Leonard asked.
08:146;0995[ZA ]| ~~ I am sitting anyhow, 
08:146;0995['  ]| Nosey*Flynn answered.
08:146;0996[V  ]| ~~ Well, what will$1$ it be?  
08:146;0996['  ]| Paddy*Leonard asked.
08:146;0997[K  ]| ~~ I will$1$ take a stone ginger, 
08:146;0997['  ]| Bantam*Lyons said.
08:146;0998[V  ]| ~~ How much?  
08:146;0998['  ]| Paddy*Leonard cried.  
08:146;0998[V  ]| Since when, for$4$ God' sake?  What is
08:146;0999[V  ]| yours, Tom?
08:146;1000[ZA ]| ~~ How is the main drainage?  
08:146;1000['  ]| Nosey*Flynn asked, sipping.
08:146;1001['  ]| For$4$ answer Tom*Rochford pressed his hand to$4$ his breastbone and
08:146;1002['  ]| hiccupped.
08:146;1003[V  ]| ~~ Would I trouble you for$4$ a glass of fresh water, Mr*Byrne?  
08:146;1003['  ]| he said.
08:146;1004[V  ]| ~~ Certainly, sir.
08:146;1005['  ]| Paddy*Leonard eyed his alemates.
08:146;1006[V  ]| ~~ Lord love a duck, 
08:146;1006['  ]| he said.  
08:146;1006[V  ]| Look at what I am standing drinks to$4$!  Cold
08:146;1007[V  ]| water and gingerpop!  Two fellows that$6#1$ would suck whisky off a sore leg.
08:146;1008[V  ]| He has some bloody horse up$4$ his sleeve for$4$ the Gold*cup.  A dead snip.
08:146;1009[ZA ]| ~~ Zinfandel is it?  
08:146;1009['  ]| Nosey*Flynn asked.
08:146;1010['  ]| Tom*Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set
08:146;1011['  ]| before him.
08:146;1012[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ cursed dyspepsia, 
08:146;1012['  ]| he said before drinking.
08:146;1013[V  ]| ~~ Breadsoda is very good, 
08:146;1013['  ]| Davy*Byrne said.
08:146;1014['  ]| Tom*Rochford nodded and drank.
08:146;1015[V  ]| ~~ Is it Zinfandel?
08:146;1016[K  ]| ~~ Say nothing!  
08:146;1016['  ]| Bantam*Lyons winked.  
08:146;1016[K  ]| I am going to$9$ plunge five bob on$4$ my
08:146;1017[K  ]| own.
08:146;1018[V  ]| ~~ Tell us if you are worth your salt and be damned to$4$ you, 
08:146;1018['  ]| Paddy*Leonard
08:146;1019['  ]| said.  
08:146;1019[V  ]| Who$6#2$ gave it to$4$ you?
08:147;1020['  ]| Mr*Bloom on$4$ his way out raised three fingers in$4$ greeting.
08:147;1021[ZA ]| ~~ So$5#1$ long!  
08:147;1021['  ]| Nosey*Flynn said.
08:147;1022['  ]| The others turned.
08:147;1023[K  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is the man now that$6#1$ gave it to$4$ me, 
08:147;1023['  ]| Bantam*Lyons whispered.
08:147;1024[V  ]| ~~ Prrwht!  
08:147;1024['  ]| Paddy*Leonard said with scorn.  
08:147;1024[V  ]| Mr*Byrne, sir, we will$1$ take two of
08:147;1025[V  ]| your small Jamesons after that$6#2$ and a ~
08:147;1026[V  ]| ~~ Stone ginger, 
08:147;1026['  ]| Davy*Byrne added civilly.
08:147;1027[V  ]| ~~ Ay, 
08:147;1027['  ]| Paddy*Leonard said.  
08:147;1027[V  ]| A suckingbottle for$4$ the baby.
08:147;1028['  ]| Mr*Bloom walked towards Dawson*street, his tongue brushing his
08:147;1029['  ]| teeth smooth.  
08:147;1029@c   | Something green it would have to$9$ be:  spinach, say.  Then with
08:147;1030@c   | those R^ontgen rays searchlight you could.
08:147;1031['  ]| At Duke*lane a ravenous terrier choked up$5$ a sick knuckly cud on$4$ the
08:147;1032['  ]| cobblestones and lapped it with new zest.  
08:147;1032@c   | Surfeit.  Returned with thanks
08:147;1033@c   | having fully digested the contents.  First sweet then savoury.  
08:147;1033['  ]| Mr*Bloom
08:147;1034['  ]| coasted warily.  
08:147;1034@c   | Ruminants.  His second course.  Their upper jaw they move.
08:147;1035@c   | Wonder if Tom*Rochford will$1$ do anything with that$6#2$ invention of his?
08:147;1036@c   | Wasting time explaining it to$4$ Flynn's mouth.  Lean people long mouths.
08:147;1037@c   | Ought to$9$ be a hall or a place where inventors could go in$5$ and invent free.
08:147;1038@c   | Course then you would have all the cranks pestering.
08:147;1039['  ]| He hummed, prolonging in$4$ solemn echo the closes of the bars:
08:147;1040[Z  ]| ~~ \Don*Giovanni, a cenar teco\
08:147;1041[Z  ]| \M'invitasti.\
08:147;1042@c   | Feel better.  Burgundy.  Good pick me up$5$.  Who$6#2$ distilled first?  Some
08:147;1043@c   | chap in$4$ the blues.  Dutch courage.  That$6#2$ \Kilkenny*People\ in$4$ the national*library
08:147;1044@c   | now I must.
08:147;1045['  ]| Bare clean closestools waiting in$4$ the window of William*Miller,
08:147;1046['  ]| plumber, turned back his thoughts.  
08:147;1046@c   | They could:  and watch it all the way
08:147;1047@c   | down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round
08:147;1048@c   | the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of
08:147;1049@c   | intestines like$4$ pipes.  But the poor buffer would have to$9$ stand all the time
08:147;1050@c   | with his insides entrails on$4$ show.  Science.
08:147;1051[Z  ]| ~~ \A cenar teco.\
08:147;1052@c   | What does that$6#2$ \teco\ mean?  Tonight perhaps.
08:147;1053[Z  ]| ~~ \Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited\
08:147;1054[Z  ]| \To$9$ come to$4$ supper tonight,\
08:147;1055[Z  ]| \The rum the rumdum.\
08:147;1056@c   | Does not go properly.
08:147;1057@c   | Keyes:  two months if I get Nannetti to$9$.  That$6#2$ will$1$ be two pounds ten
08:147;1058@c   | about two pounds eight.  Three Hynes owes me.  Two eleven.  Prescott's
08:147;1059@c   | dyeworks van over there.  If I get Billy*Prescott's ad:  two fifteen.  Five
08:147;1060@c   | guineas about.  On$4$ the pig's back.
08:147;1061@c   | Could buy one of those silk petticoats for$4$ Molly, colour of her new
08:147;1062@c   | garters.
08:147;1063@c   | Today.  Today.  Not think.
08:148;1064@c   | Tour the south then.  What about English wateringplaces?  Brighton,
08:148;1065@c   | Margate.  Piers by$4$ moonlight.  Her voice floating out.  
08:148;1065[XX ]| Those lovely seaside
08:148;1066[XX ]| girls.  
08:148;1066@c   | Against John*Long is a drowsing loafer lounged in$4$ heavy thought,
08:148;1067@c   | gnawing a crusted knuckle.  Handy man wants job.  Small wages.  Will$1$ eat
08:148;1068@c   | anything.
08:148;1069['  ]| Mr*Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts
08:148;1070['  ]| and passed the reverend*Thomas*Connellan's bookstore.  
08:148;1070[Z  ]| \Why I left the\
08:148;1071[Z  ]| \church of Rome.\ 
08:148;1071@c   | Birds' nest women run him.  They say they used to$9$ give
08:148;1072@c   | pauper children soup to$9$ change to$4$ protestants in$4$ the time of the potato
08:148;1073@c   | blight.  Society over the way papa went to$4$ for$4$ the conversion of poor jews.
08:148;1074@c   | Same bait.  \Why we left the church of Rome.\
08:148;1075['  ]| A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane.
08:148;1076@c   | No$2$ tram in$4$ sight.  Wants to$9$ cross.
08:148;1077[C  ]| ~~ Do you want to$9$ cross?  
08:148;1077['  ]| Mr*Bloom asked.
08:148;1078['  ]| The blind stripling did not answer.  His wallface frowned weakly.  He
08:148;1079['  ]| moved his head uncertainly.
08:148;1080[C  ]| ~~ You are in$4$ Dawson*street, 
08:148;1080['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.  
08:148;1080[C  ]| Molesworth*street is opposite.
08:148;1081[C  ]| Do you want to$9$ cross?  There is nothing in$4$ the way.
08:148;1082['  ]| The cane moved out trembling to$4$ the left.  Mr*Bloom's eye followed its
08:148;1083['  ]| line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up$5$ before Drago's.  
08:148;1083@c   | Where I
08:148;1084@c   | saw his brillantined hair just when I was.  Horse drooping.  Driver in$4$ John*Long's.  
08:148;1085@c   | Slaking his drouth.
08:148;1086[C  ]| ~~ There is a van there, 
08:148;1086['  ]| Mr*Bloom said, 
08:148;1086[C  ]| but it is not moving.  I will$1$ see you
08:148;1087[C  ]| across.  Do you want to$9$ go to$4$ Molesworth*street?
08:148;1088[V  ]| ~~ Yes, 
08:148;1088['  ]| the stripling answered.  
08:148;1088[V  ]| South*Frederick*street.
08:148;1089[C  ]| ~~ Come, 
08:148;1089['  ]| Mr*Bloom said.
08:148;1090['  ]| He touched the thin elbow gently:  then took the limp seeing hand to$9$
08:148;1091['  ]| guide it forward.
08:148;1092@c   | Say something to$4$ him.  Better not do the condescending.  They mistrust
08:148;1093@c   | what you tell them.  Pass a common remark.
08:148;1094[C  ]| ~~ The rain kept off.
08:148;1095@c   | No$2$ answer.
08:148;1096@c   | Stains on$4$ his coat.  Slobbers his food, I suppose.  Tastes all different for$4$
08:148;1097@c   | him.  Have to$9$ be spoonfed first.  Like$4$ a child's hand, his hand.  Like$4$ Milly's
08:148;1098@c   | was.  Sensitive.  Sizing me up$5$ I daresay from my hand.  Wonder if he has a
08:148;1099@c   | name.  Van.  Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs:  tired drudge get his
08:148;1100@c   | doze.  That$6#2$ is right.  Clear.  Behind a bull:  in$4$ front of a horse.
08:148;1101[V  ]| ~~ Thanks, sir.
08:148;1102@c   | Knows I am a man.  Voice.
08:148;1103[C  ]| ~~ Right now?  First turn to$4$ the left.
08:148;1104['  ]| The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on$4$ his way,
08:148;1105['  ]| drawing his cane back, feeling again.
08:148;1106['  ]| Mr*Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone
08:148;1107['  ]| tweed.  
08:148;1107@c   | Poor young fellow!  How on$4$ earth did he know that$6#2$ van was there?
08:148;1108@c   | Must have felt it.  See things in$4$ their forehead perhaps:  kind of sense of
08:149;1109@c   | volume.  Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark.  Wonder
08:149;1110@c   | would he feel it if something was removed.  Feel a gap.  Queer idea of Dublin
08:149;1111@c   | he must have, tapping his way round by$4$ the stones.  Could he walk in$4$ a
08:149;1112@c   | beeline if he had not that$6#2$ cane?  Bloodless pious face like$4$ a fellow going in$5$ to$9$
08:149;1113@c   | be a priest.
08:149;1114@c   | Penrose!  That$6#2$ was that$6#2$ chap's name.
08:149;1115@c   | Look at all the things they can learn to$9$ do.  Read with their fingers.
08:149;1116@c   | Tune pianos.  Or we are surprised they have any brains.  Why we think a
08:149;1117@c   | deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.
08:149;1118@c   | Of course the other senses are more.  Embroider.  Plait baskets.  People
08:149;1119@c   | ought to$9$ help.  Workbasket I could buy for$4$ Molly's birthday.  Hates sewing.
08:149;1120@c   | Might take an objection.  Dark men they call them.
08:149;1121@c   | Sense of smell must be stronger too.  Smells on$4$ all sides, bunched
08:149;1122@c   | together.  Each street different smell.  Each person too.  Then the spring, the
08:149;1123@c   | summer:  smells.  Tastes?  They say you can not taste wines with your eyes shut
08:149;1124@c   | or a cold in$4$ the head.  Also smoke in$4$ the dark they say get no$2$ pleasure.
08:149;1125@c   | And with a woman, for$4$ instance.  More shameless not seeing.  That$6#2$ girl
08:149;1126@c   | passing the Stewart*institution, head in$4$ the air.  Look at me.  I have them all
08:149;1127@c   | on$5$.  Must be strange not to$9$ see her.  Kind of a form in$4$ his mind's eye.  The
08:149;1128@c   | voice, temperatures:  when he touches her with his fingers must almost see
08:149;1129@c   | the lines, the curves.  His hands on$4$ her hair, for$4$ instance.  Say it was black,
08:149;1130@c   | for$4$ instance.  Good.  We call it black.  Then passing over her white skin.
08:149;1131@c   | Different feel perhaps.  Feeling of white.
08:149;1132@c   | Postoffice.  Must answer.  Fag today.  Send her a postal order two
08:149;1133@c   | shillings, half a crown.  Accept my little present.  Stationer's just here too.
08:149;1134@c   | Wait.  Think over it.
08:149;1135['  ]| With a gentle finger he felt ever so$5#1$ slowly the hair combed back above
08:149;1136['  ]| his ears.  
08:149;1136@c   | Again.  Fibres of fine fine straw.  
08:149;1136['  ]| Then gently his finger felt the skin
08:149;1137['  ]| of his right cheek.  
08:149;1137@c   | Downy hair there too.  Not smooth enough.  The belly is
08:149;1138@c   | the smoothest.  No-one about.  There he goes into Frederick*street.  Perhaps
08:149;1139@c   | to$4$ Levenston's dancing academy piano.  Might be settling my braces.
08:149;1140['  ]| Walking by$4$ Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his
08:149;1141['  ]| waistcoat and trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of
08:149;1142['  ]| his belly.  
08:149;1142@c   | But I know it is whitey yellow.  Want to$9$ try in$4$ the dark to$9$ see.
08:149;1143['  ]| He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to$5$.
08:149;1144@c   | Poor fellow!  Quite a boy.  Terrible.  Really terrible.  What dreams
08:149;1145@c   | would he have, not seeing?  Life a dream for$4$ him.  Where is the justice being
08:149;1146@c   | born that$6#2$ way?  All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned
08:149;1147@c   | and drowned in$4$ New*York.  Holocaust.  Karma they call that$6#2$ transmigration
08:149;1148@c   | for$4$ sins you did in$4$ a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses.  Dear,
08:149;1149@c   | dear, dear.  Pity, of course:  but somehow you can not cotton on$5$ to$4$ them
08:149;1150@c   | someway.
08:149;1151@c   | Sir*Frederick*Falkiner going into the freemasons' hall.  Solemn as
08:149;1152@c   | Troy.  After his good lunch in$4$ Earlsfort*terrace.  Old legal cronies cracking a
08:149;1153@c   | magnum.  Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat school.  
08:149;1153[X  ]| I
08:150;1154[X  ]| sentenced him to$4$ ten years.  
08:150;1154@c   | I suppose he would turn up$5$ his nose at that$6#2$ stuff I
08:150;1155@c   | drank.  Vintage wine for$4$ them, the year marked on$4$ a dusty bottle.  Has his
08:150;1156@c   | own ideas of justice in$4$ the recorder's court.  Wellmeaning old man.  Police
08:150;1157@c   | chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime.
08:150;1158@c   | Sends them to$4$ the rightabout.  The devil on$4$ moneylenders.  Gave Reuben*J a
08:150;1159@c   | great strawcalling.  Now he is really what they call a dirty jew.  Power those
08:150;1160@c   | judges have.  Crusty old topers in$4$ wigs.  Bear with a sore paw.  And may the
08:150;1161@c   | Lord have mercy on$4$ your soul.
08:150;1162@c   | Hello, placard.  
08:150;1162[Z  ]| Mirus bazaar.  His Excellency the lord lieutenant.
08:150;1163[Z  ]| Sixteenth.  
08:150;1163@c   | Today it is.  In$4$ aid of funds for$4$ Mercer's hospital.  The \Messiah\
08:150;1164@c   | was first given for$4$ that$6#2$.  Yes.  Handel.  What about going out there:
08:150;1165@c   | Ballsbridge.  Drop in$5$ on$4$ Keyes.  No$2$ use sticking to$4$ him like$4$ a leech.  Wear
08:150;1166@c   | out my welcome.  Sure to$9$ know someone on$4$ the gate.
08:150;1167['  ]| Mr*Bloom came to$4$ Kildare*street.  
08:150;1167@c   | First I must.  Library.
08:150;1168@c   | Straw hat in$4$ sunlight.  Tan shoes.  Turnedup trousers.  It is.  It is.
08:150;1169['  ]| His heart quopped softly.  
08:150;1169@c   | To$4$ the right.  Museum.  Goddesses.  
08:150;1169['  ]| He
08:150;1170['  ]| swerved to$4$ the right.
08:150;1171@c   | Is it?  Almost certain.  Will$1$ not look.  Wine in$4$ my face.  Why did I?  Too
08:150;1172@c   | heady.  Yes, it is.  The walk.  Not see.  Get on$5$.
08:150;1173['  ]| Making for$4$ the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.
08:150;1174@c   | Handsome building.  Sir*Thomas*Deane designed.  Not following me?
08:150;1175@c   | Did not see me perhaps.  Light in$4$ his eyes.
08:150;1176['  ]| The flutter of his breath came forth in$4$ short sighs.  
08:150;1176@c   | Quick.  Cold
08:150;1177@c   | statues:  quiet there.  Safe in$4$ a minute.
08:150;1178@c   | No$7$.  Did not see me.  After two.  Just at the gate.
08:150;1179@c   | My heart!
08:150;1180['  ]| His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone.  
08:150;1180@c   | Sir*Thomas*Deane 
08:150;1181@c   | was the Greek architecture.
08:150;1182@c   | Look for$4$ something I.
08:150;1183['  ]| His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded
08:150;1184['  ]| Agendath*Netaim.  
08:150;1184@c   | Where did I?
08:150;1185@c   | Busy looking.
08:150;1186['  ]| He thrust back quick Agendath.
08:150;1187@c   | Afternoon she said.
08:150;1188@c   | I am looking for$4$ that$6#2$.  Yes, that$6#2$.  Try all pockets.  Handker.  \Freeman\.
08:150;1189@c   | Where did I?  Ah, yes.  Trousers.  Potato.  Purse.  Where?
08:150;1190@c   | Hurry.  Walk quietly.  Moment more.  My heart.
08:150;1191['  ]| His hand looking for$4$ the 
08:150;1191@c   | where did I put 
08:150;1191['  ]| found in$4$ his hip pocket 
08:150;1191@c   | soap
08:150;1192@c   | lotion have to$9$ call tepid paper stuck.  Ah soap there I yes.  Gate.
08:150;1193@c   | Safe!