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09:151;0001['  ]| Urbane, to$9$ comfort them, the quaker librarian purred: 
09:151;0002[V  ]| ~~ And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of \Wilhelm*Meister\.  A 
09:151;0003[V  ]| great poet on$4$ a great brother poet.  A hesitating soul taking arms against a 
09:151;0004[V  ]| sea of troubles, torn by$4$ conflicting doubts, as one sees in$4$ real life.  
09:151;0005['  ]| He came a step a sinkapace forward on$4$ neatsleather creaking and a 
09:151;0006['  ]| step backward a sinkapace on$4$ the solemn floor.  
09:151;0007['  ]| A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a 
09:151;0008['  ]| noiseless beck.  
09:151;0009[V  ]| ~~ Directly, 
09:151;0009['  ]| said he, creaking to$9$ go, albeit lingering.  
09:151;0009[V  ]| The beautiful 
09:151;0010[V  ]| ineffectual dreamer who$6#1$ comes to$4$ grief against hard facts.  One always feels 
09:151;0011[V  ]| that$3$ Goethe's judgments are so$5#1$ true.  True in$4$ the larger analysis.  
09:151;0012['  ]| Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off.  Bald, most zealous by$4$ the 
09:151;0013['  ]| door he gave his large ear all to$4$ the attendant's words:  heard them:  and was 
09:151;0014['  ]| gone.  
09:151;0015[XX ]| Two left.  
09:151;0016[B  ]| ~~ Monsieur*de*la*Palice, 
09:151;0016['  ]| Stephen sneered, 
09:151;0016[B  ]| was alive fifteen minutes before 
09:151;0017[B  ]| his death.  
09:151;0018[ZX ]| ~~ Have you found those six brave medicals, 
09:151;0018['  ]| John*Eglinton asked with 
09:151;0019['  ]| elder's gall, 
09:151;0019[ZX ]| to$9$ write \Paradise*Lost\ at your dictation?  \The*Sorrows*of*Satan\ 
09:151;0020[ZX ]| he calls it.  
09:151;0021@b   | Smile.  Smile Cranly's smile.  
09:151;0022[Z  ]| \First he tickled her\ 
09:151;0023[Z  ]| \Then he patted her\ 
09:151;0024[Z  ]| \Then he passed the female catheter\ 
09:151;0025[Z  ]| \For$3$ he was a medical\ 
09:151;0026[Z  ]| \Jolly old medi\ ~ .  
09:151;0027[ZX ]| ~~ I feel you would need one more for$4$ \Hamlet\.  Seven is dear to$4$ the mystic 
09:151;0028[ZX ]| mind.  The shining seven WB calls them.  
09:151;0029['  ]| Glittereyed his rufous skull close to$4$ his greencapped desklamp sought 
09:151;0030['  ]| the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed.  He laughed 
09:151;0031['  ]| low:  a sizar's laugh of Trinity:  unanswered.  
09:151;0032[X  ]| \Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood\ 
09:151;0033[X  ]| \Tears such as angels weep.\ 
09:151;0034[X  ]| \Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.\ 
09:152;0035@b   | He holds my follies hostage.  
09:152;0036@b   | Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to$9$ free their sireland.  Gaptoothed 
09:152;0037@b   | Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in$4$ her house.  And one 
09:152;0038@b   | more to$9$ hail him:  \ave, rabbi\:  the Tinahely twelve.  In$4$ the shadow of the glen 
09:152;0039@b   | he cooees for$4$ them.  My soul's youth I gave him, night by$4$ night.  God speed.  
09:152;0040@b   | Good hunting.  
09:152;0041@b   | Mulligan has my telegram.  
09:152;0042@b   | Folly.  Persist.  
09:152;0043[ZX ]| ~~ Our young Irish bards, 
09:152;0043['  ]| John*Eglinton censured, 
09:152;0043[ZX ]| have yet to$9$ create a 
09:152;0044[ZX ]| figure which$6#1$ the world will$1$ set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though 
09:152;0045[ZX ]| I admire him, as old Ben did, on$4$ this side idolatry.  
09:152;0046[V  ]| ~~ All these questions are purely academic,
09:152;0046['  ]| Russell oracled out of his 
09:152;0047['  ]| shadow.  
09:152;0047[V  ]| I mean, whether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James_I or Essex.  
09:152;0048[V  ]| Clergymen's discussions of the historicity of Jesus.  Art has to$9$ reveal to$4$ us 
09:152;0049[V  ]| ideas, formless spiritual essences.  The supreme question about a work of art 
09:152;0050[V  ]| is out of how deep a life does it spring.  The painting of Gustave*Moreau is 
09:152;0051[V  ]| the painting of ideas.  The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet 
09:152;0052[V  ]| bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato's world of 
09:152;0053[V  ]| ideas.  All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for$4$ schoolboys.  
09:152;0054@b   | A%_E%  has been telling some yankee interviewer.  Wall, tarnation strike 
09:152;0055@b   | me! 
09:152;0056[B  ]| ~~ The schoolmen were schoolboys first, 
09:152;0056['  ]| Stephen said superpolitely.  
09:152;0057[B  ]| Aristotle was once Plato's schoolboy.  
09:152;0058[ZX ]| ~~ And has remained so$5#2$, one should hope, 
09:152;0058['  ]| John*Eglinton sedately said.  
09:152;0058[ZX ]| One 
09:152;0059[ZX ]| can see him, a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.  
09:152;0060['  ]| He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.  
09:152;0061@b   | Formless spiritual.  Father, Word and Holy Breath.  Allfather, the 
09:152;0062@b   | heavenly man.  Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who$6#1$ 
09:152;0063@b   | suffers in$4$ us at every moment.  This verily is that$6#2$.  I am the fire upon$4$ the 
09:152;0064@b   | altar.  I am the sacrificial butter.  
09:152;0065@b   | Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A%E%, Arval, the Name 
09:152;0066@b   | Ineffable, in$4$ heaven hight:  K%_H%, their master, whose identity is no$2$ secret to$4$ 
09:152;0067@b   | adepts.  Brothers of the great white lodge always watching to$9$ see if they can 
09:152;0068@b   | help.  The Christ with the bridesister, moisture of light, born of an ensouled 
09:152;0069@b   | virgin, repentant sophia, departed to$4$ the plane of buddhi.  The life esoteric is 
09:152;0070@b   | not for$4$ ordinary person.  O%_P%  must work off bad karma first.  Mrs*Cooper*Oakley 
09:152;0071@b   | once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H&_P%_B%'s elemental.  
09:152;0072[X  ]| O, fie!  Out on$4$ it!  \Pfuiteufel!\ You naught not to$9$ look, missus, so$3$ you 
09:152;0073[X  ]| naught not when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.  
09:152;0074['  ]| Mr*Best entered, tall, young, mild, light.  He bore in$4$ his hand with 
09:152;0075['  ]| grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.  
09:152;0076[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ model schoolboy, 
09:152;0076['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:152;0076[B  ]| would find Hamlet's musings about 
09:152;0077[B  ]| the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and 
09:152;0078[B  ]| undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato's.  
09:153;0079['  ]| John*Eglinton, frowning, said, waxing wroth: 
09:153;0080[ZX ]| ~~ Upon$4$ my word it makes my blood boil to$9$ hear anyone compare Aristotle 
09:153;0081[ZX ]| with Plato.  
09:153;0082[B  ]| ~~ Which$6#2$ of the two, 
09:153;0082['  ]| Stephen asked, 
09:153;0082[B  ]| would have banished me from his 
09:153;0083[B  ]| commonwealth?   
09:153;0084@b  ]| Unsheathe your dagger definitions.  Horseness is the whatness of 
09:153;0085@b  ]| allhorse.  Streams of tendency and eons they worship.  God:  noise in$4$ the 
09:153;0086@b  ]| street:  very peripatetic.  Space:  what you damn well have to$9$ see.  Through 
09:153;0087@b  ]| spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after 
09:153;0088@b  ]| Blake's buttocks into eternity of which$6#1$ this vegetable world is but a shadow.  
09:153;0089@b  ]| Hold to$4$ the now, the here, through which$6#1$ all future plunges to$4$ the past.  
09:153;0090['  ]| Mr*Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.  
09:153;0091[V  ]| ~~ Haines is gone, 
09:153;0091['  ]| he said.  
09:153;0092[V  ]| ~~ Is he?   
09:153;0093[V  ]| ~~ I was showing him Jubainville's book.  He is quite enthusiastic, do not you 
09:153;0094[V  ]| know, about Hyde's \Lovesongs*of*Connacht\.  I could not bring him in$5$ to$9$ 
09:153;0095[V  ]| hear the discussion.  He is gone to$4$ Gill's to$9$ buy it.  
09:153;0096[Z  ]| \Bound thee forth, my booklet, quick\ 
09:153;0097[Z  ]| \To$9$ greet the callous public,\ 
09:153;0098[Z  ]| \Writ, I ween, it was not my wish\ 
09:153;0099[Z  ]| \In$4$ lean unlovely English.\ 
09:153;0100[ZX ]| ~~ The peatsmoke is going to$4$ his head, 
09:153;0100['  ]| John*Eglinton opined.  
09:153;0101[Z  ]| We feel in$4$ England.  
09:153;0101@b   | Penitent thief.  Gone.  I smoked his baccy.  Green 
09:153;0102@b   | twinkling stone.
09:153;0102[Z  ]| An emerald set in$4$ the ring of the sea.  
09:153;0103[V  ]| ~~ People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, 
09:153;0103['  ]| the auric egg of 
09:153;0104['  ]| Russell warned occultly.  
09:153;0104[V  ]| The movements which$6#1$ work revolutions in$4$ the 
09:153;0105[V  ]| world are born out of the dreams and visions in$4$ a peasant's heart on$4$ the 
09:153;0106[V  ]| hillside.  For$4$ them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living 
09:153;0107[V  ]| mother.  The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the 
09:153;0108[V  ]| sixshilling novel, the musichall song.  France produces the finest flower of 
09:153;0109[V  ]| corruption in$4$ Mallarme= but the desirable life is revealed only to$4$ the poor of 
09:153;0110[V  ]| heart, the life of Homer's Phaeacians.  
09:153;0111['  ]| From these words Mr*Best turned an unoffending face to$4$ Stephen.  
09:153;0112[V  ]| ~~ Mallarme=, do not you know, 
09:153;0112['  ]| he said, 
09:153;0112[V  ]| has written those wonderful prose 
09:153;0113[V  ]| poems Stephen*MacKenna used to$9$ read to$4$ me in$4$ Paris.  The one about 
09:153;0114[V  ]| \Hamlet\.  He says:
09:153;0114[Z  ]| \il se prome`ne, lisant au livre de lui-me^me\,
09:153;0114[V  ]| do not you 
09:153;0115[V  ]| know, \reading the book of himself\.  He describes \Hamlet\ given in$4$ a French 
09:153;0116[V  ]| town, do not you know, a provincial town.  They advertised it.  
09:153;0117['  ]| His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in$4$ air.  
09:153;0118[Z  ]| \Hamlet\ 
09:153;0119[Z  ]| \ou\ 
09:153;0120[Z  ]| \Le\ \Distrait\ 
09:153;0121[Z  ]| \Pie`ce de Shakespeare\ 
09:154;0122['  ]| He repeated to$4$ John Eglinton's newgathered frown: 
09:154;0123[V  ]| ~~ \Pie`ce de Shakespeare\, do not you know.  It is so$5#1$ French.  The French point 
09:154;0124[V  ]| of view.  \Hamlet ou\ ~ 
09:154;0125[B  ]| ~~ The absentminded beggar, 
09:154;0125['  ]| Stephen ended.  
09:154;0126['  ]| John*Eglinton laughed.  
09:154;0127[ZX ]| ~~ Yes, I suppose it would be, 
09:154;0127['  ]| he said.  
09:154;0127[ZX ]| Excellent people, no$2$ doubt, but 
09:154;0128[ZX ]| distressingly shortsighted in$4$ some matters.  
09:154;0129@b   | Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.  
09:154;0130[B  ]| ~~ A deathsman of the soul Robert*Greene called him, 
09:154;0130['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:154;0130[B  ]| Not for$4$ 
09:154;0131[B  ]| nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in$4$ 
09:154;0132[B  ]| his palms.  Nine lives are taken off for$4$ his father's one.  Our Father who$6#1$ art 
09:154;0133[B  ]| in$4$ purgatory.  Khaki Hamlets do not hesitate to$9$ shoot.  The bloodboltered 
09:154;0134[B  ]| shambles in$4$ act five is a forecast of the concentration camp sung by$4$ 
09:154;0135[B  ]| Mr*Swinburne.  
09:154;0136@b   | Cranly, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.  
09:154;0137[Z  ]| \Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none\ 
09:154;0138[Z  ]| \But we had spared\ ~ 
09:154;0139@b   | Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp.  The devil and the deep 
09:154;0140@b   | sea.  
09:154;0141[V  ]| ~~ He will$1$ have it that$3$ \Hamlet\ is a ghoststory, 
09:154;0141['  ]| John*Eglinton said for$4$ Mr*Best's 
09:154;0142['  ]| behoof.  
09:154;0142[ZX ]| Like$4$ the fat boy in$4$ Pickwick he wants to$9$ make our flesh 
09:154;0143[ZX ]| creep.  
09:154;0144[Z  ]| \List!  List!  O list!\ 
09:154;0145@b   | My flesh hears him:  creeping, hears.  
09:154;0146[Z  ]| \If thou didst ever\ ~ 
09:154;0147[B  ]| ~~ What is a ghost?  
09:154;0147['  ]| Stephen said with tingling energy.  
09:154;0147[B  ]| One who$6#1$ has faded 
09:154;0148[B  ]| into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of 
09:154;0149[B  ]| manners.  Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris 
09:154;0150[B  ]| lies from virgin Dublin.  Who$6#2$ is the ghost from \limbo patrum\, returning to$4$ 
09:154;0151[B  ]| the world that$6#1$ has forgotten him?  Who$6#2$ is King*Hamlet?   
09:154;0152['  ]| John*Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to$9$ judge.  
09:154;0153@b   | Lifted.  
09:154;0154[B  ]| ~~ It is this hour of a day in$4$ mid June, 
09:154;0154['  ]| Stephen said, begging with a swift 
09:154;0155['  ]| glance their hearing.  
09:154;0155[B  ]| The flag is up$5$ on$4$ the playhouse by$4$ the bankside.  The 
09:154;0156[B  ]| bear Sackerson growls in$4$ the pit near it, Paris garden.  Canvasclimbers who$6#1$ 
09:154;0157[B  ]| sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings.  
09:154;0158@b   | Local colour.  Work in$5$ all you know.  Make them accomplices.  
09:154;0159[B  ]| ~~ Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in$4$ Silver*street and walks by$4$ 
09:154;0160[B  ]| the swanmews along the riverbank.  But he does not stay to$9$ feed the pen 
09:155;0161[B  ]| chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes.  The swan of Avon has 
09:155;0162[B  ]| other thoughts.  
09:155;0163@b   | Composition of place.  Ignatius*Loyola, make haste to$9$ help me! 
09:155;0164[B  ]| ~~ The play begins.  A player comes on$5$ under the shadow, made up$5$ in$4$ the 
09:155;0165[B  ]| castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice.  It is the ghost, 
09:155;0166[B  ]| the king, a king and no$2$ king, and the player is Shakespeare who$6#1$ has studied 
09:155;0167[B  ]| \Hamlet\ all the years of his life which$6#1$ were not vanity in$4$ order to$9$ play the 
09:155;0168[B  ]| part of the spectre.  He speaks the words to$4$ Burbage, the young player who$6#1$ 
09:155;0169[B  ]| stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by$4$ a name: 
09:155;0170[Z  ]| \Hamlet, I am thy father's spirit\, 
09:155;0171[B  ]| bidding him list.  To$4$ a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince, young 
09:155;0172[B  ]| Hamlet and to$4$ the son of his body, Hamnet*Shakespeare, who$6#1$ has died in$4$ 
09:155;0173[B  ]| Stratford that$3$ his namesake may live for*ever.  
09:155;0174[B  ]| Is it possible that$3$ that$6#2$ player Shakespeare, a ghost by$4$ absence, and in$4$ the 
09:155;0175[B  ]| vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by$4$ death, speaking his own words to$4$ 
09:155;0176[B  ]| his own son's name (had Hamnet*Shakespeare lived he would have been 
09:155;0177[B  ]| prince Hamlet's twin), is it possible, I want to$9$ know, or probable that$3$ he 
09:155;0178[B  ]| did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises:  you are 
09:155;0179[B  ]| the dispossessed son:  I am the murdered father:  your mother is the 
09:155;0180[B  ]| guilty queen, Ann*Shakespeare, born Hathaway?   
09:155;0181[V  ]| ~~ But this prying into the family life of a great man, 
09:155;0181['  ]| Russell began 
09:155;0182['  ]| impatiently.  
09:155;0183[Z  ]| Art thou there, truepenny?   
09:155;0184[V  ]| ~~ Interesting only to$4$ the parish clerk.  I mean, we have the plays.  I mean 
09:155;0185[V  ]| when we read the poetry of \King*Lear\ what is it to$4$ us how the poet lived?   
09:155;0186[V  ]| As for$4$ living our servants can do that$6#2$ for$4$ us, Villiers*de*l'Isle has said.  
09:155;0187[V  ]| Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day, the poet's drinking, 
09:155;0188[V  ]| the poet's debts.  We have \King*Lear\:  and it is immortal.  
09:155;0189['  ]| Mr*Best's face, appealed to$4$, agreed.  
09:155;0190[Z  ]| \Flow over them with your waves and with your waters, Mananaan,\ 
09:155;0191[Z  ]| \Mananaan*MacLir\ ~ 
09:155;0192[X  ]| How now, sirrah, that$6#2$ pound he lent you when you were hungry?   
09:155;0193[X  ]| Marry, I wanted it.  
09:155;0194[X  ]| Take thou this noble.  
09:155;0195[X  ]| Go to$5$!  You spent most of it in$4$ Georgina*Johnson's bed, clergyman's 
09:155;0196[X  ]| daughter.  Agenbite of inwit.  
09:155;0197[X  ]| Do you intend to$9$ pay it back?   
09:155;0198[X  ]| O, yes.  
09:155;0199[X  ]| When?  Now?   
09:155;0200[X  ]| Well ~  No$7$.  
09:155;0201[X  ]| When, then?   
09:156;0202[X  ]| I paid my way.  I paid my way.  
09:156;0203[X  ]| Steady on$5$.  He is from beyant Boyne water.  The northeast corner.  You 
09:156;0204[X  ]| owe it.  
09:156;0205[X  ]| Wait.  Five months.  Molecules all change.  I am other I now.  Other I 
09:156;0206[X  ]| got pound.  
09:156;0207[X  ]| Buzz.  Buzz.  
09:156;0208[X  ]| But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by$4$ memory because under 
09:156;0209[X  ]| everchanging forms.  
09:156;0210[X  ]| I that$6#1$ sinned and prayed and fasted.  
09:156;0211[X  ]| A child Conmee saved from pandies.  
09:156;0212[X  ]| I, I and I.  I.  
09:156;0213[X  ]| A%_E%_I%_O%_U%  
09:156;0214[Z  ]| ~~ Do you mean to$9$ fly in$4$ the face of the tradition of three centuries?  
09:156;0214['  ]| John*Eglinton's 
09:156;0215['  ]| carping voice asked.  
09:156;0215[ZX ]| Her ghost at least has been laid for*ever.  
09:156;0216[ZX ]| She died, for$4$ literature at least, before she was born.  
09:156;0217[B  ]| ~~ She died, 
09:156;0217['  ]| Stephen retorted, 
09:156;0217[B  ]| sixtyseven years after she was born.  She saw 
09:156;0218[B  ]| him into and out of the world.  She took his first embraces.  She bore his 
09:156;0219[B  ]| children and she laid pennies on$4$ his eyes to$9$ keep his eyelids closed when he 
09:156;0220[B  ]| lay on$4$ his deathbed.  
09:156;0221@b   | Mother's deathbed.  Candle.  The sheeted mirror.  Who$6#1$ brought me 
09:156;0222@b   | into this world lies there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers.  \Liliata\
09:156;0223@b   | \rutilantium.\ 
09:156;0224@b   | I wept alone.  
09:156;0225['  ]| John*Eglinton looked in$4$ the tangled glowworm of his lamp.  
09:156;0226[ZX ]| ~~ The world believes that$3$ Shakespeare made a mistake, 
09:156;0226['  ]| he said, 
09:156;0226[ZX ]| and got out 
09:156;0227[ZX ]| of it as quickly and as best he could.  
09:156;0228[B  ]| ~~ Bosh!  
09:156;0228['  ]| Stephen said rudely.  
09:156;0228[B  ]| A man of genius makes no$2$ mistakes.  His 
09:156;0229[B  ]| errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.  
09:156;0230['  ]| Portals of discovery opened to$9$ let in$4$ the quaker librarian, 
09:156;0231['  ]| softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.  
09:156;0232[ZX ]| ~~ A shrew, 
09:156;0232['  ]| John*Eglinton said shrewdly, 
09:156;0232[ZX ]| is not a useful portal of discovery, 
09:156;0233[ZX ]| one should imagine.  What useful discovery did Socrates learn from 
09:156;0234[ZX ]| Xanthippe?   
09:156;0235[B  ]| ~~ Dialectic, 
09:156;0235['  ]| Stephen answered:  
09:156;0235[B  ]| and from his mother how to$9$ bring thoughts 
09:156;0236[B  ]| into the world.  What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (\absit nomen!\), 
09:156;0237[B  ]| Socratididion's Epipsychidion, no$2$ man, not a woman, will$1$ ever know.  But 
09:156;0238[B  ]| neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from the 
09:156;0239[B  ]| archons of Sinn*Fein and their naggin of hemlock.  
09:156;0240[V  ]| ~~ But Ann*Hathaway?  
09:156;0240['  ]| Mr*Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.  
09:156;0240[V  ]| Yes, we seem 
09:156;0241[V  ]| to$9$ be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.  
09:156;0242['  ]| His look went from brooder's beard to$4$ carper's skull, to$9$ remind, to$9$ 
09:156;0243['  ]| chide them not unkindly, then to$4$ the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless 
09:156;0244['  ]| though maligned.  
09:156;0245[B  ]| ~~ He had a good groatsworth of wit, 
09:156;0245['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:156;0245[B  ]| and no$2$ truant memory.  
09:156;0246[B  ]| He carried a memory in$4$ his wallet as he trudged to$4$ Romeville whistling 
09:157;0247[B  ]| \The*Girl*I*left*behind*me\.  If the earthquake did not time it we should know 
09:157;0248[B  ]| where to$9$ place poor Wat, sitting in$4$ his form, the cry of hounds, the studded 
09:157;0249[B  ]| bridle and her blue windows.  That$6#2$ memory, \Venus*and*Adonis\, lay in$4$ the 
09:157;0250[B  ]| bedchamber of every light-of-love in$4$ London.  Is Katharine the shrew 
09:157;0251[B  ]| illfavoured?  Hortensio calls her young and beautiful.  Do you think the 
09:157;0252[B  ]| writer of \Antony*and*Cleopatra\, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in$4$ the 
09:157;0253[B  ]| back of his head that$3$ he chose the ugliest doxy in$4$ all Warwickshire to$9$ lie 
09:157;0254[B  ]| withal?  Good:  he left her and gained the world of men.  But his boywomen 
09:157;0255[B  ]| are the women of a boy.  Their life, thought, speech are lent them by$4$ males.  
09:157;0256[B  ]| He chose badly?  He was chosen, it seems to$4$ me.  If others have their will$0$ 
09:157;0257[B  ]| Ann hath a way.  By$4$ cock, she was to$9$ blame.  She put the comether on$4$ him, 
09:157;0258[B  ]| sweet and twentysix.  The greyeyed goddess who$6#1$ bends over the boy Adonis, 
09:157;0259[B  ]| stooping to$9$ conquer, as prologue to$4$ the swelling act, is a boldfaced 
09:157;0260[B  ]| Stratford wench who$6#1$ tumbles in$4$ a cornfield a lover younger than herself.  
09:157;0261@b  ]| And my turn?  When?   
09:157;0262@b  ]| Come! 
09:157;0263[V  ]| ~~ Ryefield, 
09:156;0263['  ]| Mr*Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, 
09:157;0264['  ]| brightly.  
09:157;0265['  ]| He murmured then with blond delight for$4$ all: 
09:157;0266[Z  ]| ~~ \Between the acres of the rye\ 
09:157;0267[Z  ]| \These pretty countryfolk would lie.\ 
09:157;0268@b  ]| Paris:  the wellpleased pleaser.  
09:157;0269['  ]| A tall figure in$4$ bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its 
09:157;0270['  ]| cooperative watch.  
09:157;0271[V  ]| ~~ I am afraid I am due at the \Homestead\.  
09:157;0272@b  ]| Whither away?  Exploitable ground.  
09:157;0273[ZX ]| ~~ Are you going?  
09:156;0273['  ]| John*Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.  
09:156;0273[ZX ]| Shall we see you 
09:157;0274[ZX ]| at Moore's tonight?  Piper is coming.  
09:157;0275[V  ]| ~~ Piper!  
09:156;0275['  ]| Mr*Best piped.  
09:156;0275[V  ]| Is Piper back?   
09:157;0276[Z  ]| Peter*Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.  
09:157;0277[V  ]| ~~ I do not know if I can.  Thursday.  We have our meeting.  If I can get away 
09:157;0278[V  ]| in$4$ time.  
09:157;0279@b  ]| Yogibogeybox in$4$ Dawson*chambers.  \Isis*Unveiled.\ Their Pali book 
09:157;0280@b  ]| we tried to$9$ pawn.  Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an 
09:157;0281@b  ]| Aztec logos, functioning on$4$ astral levels, their oversoul, mahamahatma.  The 
09:157;0282@b  ]| faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for$4$ chelaship, ringroundabout him.  
09:157;0283@b  ]| Louis*H%*Victory.  T%*Caulfield*Irwin.  Lotus ladies tend them in$4$ the eyes, their 
09:157;0284@b  ]| pineal glands aglow.  Filled with his god, he thrones, Buddh under plantain.  
09:157;0285@b  ]| Gulfer of souls, engulfer.  Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls.  Engulfed with 
09:157;0286@b  ]| wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they bewail.  
09:157;0287[Z  ]| \In$4$ quintessential triviality\ 
09:157;0288[Z  ]| \For$4$ years in$4$ this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.\ 
09:158;0289[V  ]| ~~ They say we are to$9$ have a literary surprise, 
09:158;0289['  ]| the quaker librarian said, 
09:158;0290['  ]| friendly and earnest.  
09:158;0290[V  ]| Mr*Russell, rumour has it, is gathering together a 
09:158;0291[V  ]| sheaf of our younger poets' verses.  We are all looking forward anxiously.  
09:158;0292['  ]| Anxiously he glanced in$4$ the cone of lamplight where three faces, 
09:158;0293['  ]| lighted, shone.  
09:158;0294@b  ]| See this.  Remember.  
09:158;0295['  ]| Stephen looked down on$4$ a wide headless caubeen, hung on$4$ his 
09:158;0296['  ]| ashplanthandle over his knee.  
09:158;0296@b   | My casque and sword.  Touch lightly with 
09:158;0297@b   | two index fingers.  Aristotle's experiment.  One or two?  Necessity is that$6#2$ in$4$ 
09:158;0298@b   | virtue of which$6#1$ it is impossible that$3$ one can be otherwise.  Argal, one hat is 
09:158;0299@b   | one hat.  
09:158;0300@b   | Listen.  
09:158;0301[X  ]| Young Colum and Starkey.  George*Roberts is doing the commercial 
09:158;0302[X  ]| part.  Longworth will$1$ give it a good puff in$4$ the \Express\.  O, will$1$ he?  I liked 
09:158;0303[X  ]| Colum's \Drover\.  Yes, I think he has that$6#2$ queer thing genius.  Do you think 
09:158;0304[X  ]| he has genius really?  Yeats admired his line:  \As in$4$ wild earth a Grecian\ 
09:158;0305[X  ]| \vase.\ Did he?  I hope you will$1$ be able to$9$ come tonight.  Malachi*Mulligan is 
09:158;0306[X  ]| coming too.  Moore asked him to$9$ bring Haines.  Did you hear Miss*Mitchell's 
09:158;0307[X  ]| joke about Moore and Martyn?  That$3$ Moore is Martyn's wild 
09:158;0308[X  ]| oats?  Awfully clever, is not it?  They remind one of Don*Quixote and Sancho*Panza.
09:158;0309[X  ]| Our national epic has yet to$9$ be written, Dr*Sigerson says.  Moore is 
09:158;0310[X  ]| the man for$4$ it.  A knight of the rueful countenance here in$4$ Dublin.  With a 
09:158;0311[X  ]| saffron kilt?  O'Neill*Russell?  O, yes, he must speak the grand old tongue.  
09:158;0312[X  ]| And his Dulcinea?  James*Stephens is doing some clever sketches.  We are 
09:158;0313[X  ]| becoming important, it seems.  
09:158;0314@b  ]| Cordelia.  \Cordoglio.\ Lir's loneliest daughter.  
09:158;0315@b  ]| Nookshotten.  Now your best French polish.  
09:158;0316[B  ]| ~~ Thank you very much, Mr*Russell, 
09:158;0316['  ]| Stephen said, rising.  
09:158;0316[B  ]| If you will$1$ be so$5#1$ 
09:158;0317[B  ]| kind as to$9$ give the letter to$4$ Mr*Norman ~ 
09:158;0318[V  ]| ~~ O, yes.  If he considers it important it will$1$ go in$5$.  We have so$5#1$ much 
09:158;0319[V  ]| correspondence.  
09:158;0320[B  ]| ~~ I understand, 
09:158;0320['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:158;0320[B  ]| Thanks.  
09:158;0321@b  ]| God ild you.  The pigs' paper.  Bullockbefriending.  
09:158;0322[V  ]| Synge has promised me an article for$4$ \Dana\ too.  Are we going to$9$ be 
09:158;0323[V  ]| read?  I feel we are.  The Gaelic league wants something in$4$ Irish.  I hope you 
09:158;0324[V  ]| will$1$ come round tonight.  Bring Starkey.  
09:158;0325['  ]| Stephen sat down.  
09:158;0326['  ]| The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers.  Blushing, his mask 
09:158;0327['  ]| said: 
09:158;0328[V  ]| ~~ Mr*Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.  
09:158;0329['  ]| He creaked to$8$ and fro, tiptoing up$5$ nearer heaven by$4$ the altitude of a 
09:158;0330['  ]| chopine, and, covered by$4$ the noise of outgoing, said low: 
09:158;0331[V  ]| ~~ Is it your view, then, that$3$ she was not faithful to$4$ the poet?   
09:158;0332@b   | Alarmed face asks me.  Why did he come?  Courtesy or an inward 
09:158;0333@b   | light?   
09:159;0334[B  ]| ~~ Where there is a reconciliation, 
09:159;0334['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:159;0334[B  ]| there must have been first a 
09:159;0335[B  ]| sundering.  
09:159;0336[V  ]| ~~ Yes.  
09:159;0337@b   | Christfox in$4$ leather trews, hiding, a runaway in$4$ blighted treeforks, 
09:159;0338@b   | from hue and cry.  Knowing no$2$ vixen, walking lonely in$4$ the chase.  Women 
09:159;0339@b   | he won to$4$ him, tender people, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully 
09:159;0340@b   | tapsters' wives.  Fox and geese.  And in$4$ New*Place a slack dishonoured body 
09:159;0341@b   | that$6#1$ once was comely, once as sweet, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves 
09:159;0342@b   | falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven.  
09:159;0343[V  ]| ~~ Yes.  So$5#2$ you think ~ 
09:159;0344['  ]| The door closed behind the outgoer.  
09:159;0345['  ]| Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and 
09:159;0346['  ]| brooding air.  
09:159;0347@b   | A vestal's lamp.  
09:159;0348@b   | Here he ponders things that$6#1$ were not:  what Caesar would have lived 
09:159;0349@b   | to$9$ do had he believed the soothsayer:  what might have been:  possibilities of 
09:159;0350@b   | the possible as possible:  things not known:  what name Achilles bore when 
09:159;0351@b   | he lived among women.  
09:159;0352@b   | Coffined thoughts around me, in$4$ mummycases, embalmed in$4$ spice of 
09:159;0353@b   | words.  Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned.  And I heard the 
09:159;0354@b   | voice of that$6#2$ Egyptian highpriest.
09:159;0354[Z  ]| \In$4$ painted chambers loaded with\
09:159;0355[Z  ]| \tilebooks.\ 
09:159;0356@b   | They are still.  Once quick in$4$ the brains of men.  Still:  but an itch of 
09:159;0357@b   | death is in$4$ them, to$9$ tell me in$4$ my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to$9$ wreak their 
09:159;0358@b   | will$0$.  
09:159;0359[ZX ]| ~~ Certainly, 
09:159;0359['  ]| John*Eglinton mused, 
09:159;0359[ZX ]| of all great men he is the most enigmatic.  
09:159;0360[ZX ]| We know nothing but that$3$ he lived and suffered.  Not even so$5#1$ much.  Others 
09:159;0361[ZX ]| abide our question.  A shadow hangs over all the rest.  
09:159;0362[ZX ]| ~~ But \Hamlet\ is so$5#1$ personal, is not it?  
09:159;0362['  ]| Mr*Best pleaded.  
09:159;0362[V  ]| I mean, a kind of 
09:159;0363[V  ]| private paper, do not you know, of his private life.  I mean, I do not care a 
09:159;0364[V  ]| button, do not you know, who$6#1$ is killed or who$6#1$ is guilty ~ 
09:159;0365['  ]| He rested an innocent book on$4$ the edge of the desk, smiling his 
09:159;0366['  ]| defiance.  
09:159;0366@b   | His private papers in$4$ the original.
09:159;0366[Z  ]| \1Ta 1an 1bad 1ar 1an 1tir.  1Taim 1in\ \1mo\ 
09:159;0367[Z  ]| \1shagart.\ 
09:159;0367@b   | Put beurla on$4$ it, littlejohn.  
09:159;0368['  ]| Quoth littlejohn*Eglinton: 
09:159;0369[ZX ]| ~~ I was prepared for$4$ paradoxes from what Malachi*Mulligan told us but I 
09:159;0370[ZX ]| may as well warn you that$3$ if you want to$9$ shake my belief that$3$ Shakespeare 
09:159;0371[ZX ]| is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.  
09:159;0372@b   | Bear with me.  
09:159;0373['  ]| Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under 
09:159;0374['  ]| wrinkled brows.  
09:159;0374@b   | A basilisk.
09:159;0374[Z  ]| \E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca.\ 
09:159;0374@b   | Messer*Brunetto, 
09:159;0375@b   | I thank thee for$4$ the word.  
09:159;0376[B  ]| ~~ As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, 
09:159;0376['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:159;0377[B  ]| from day to$4$ day, their molecules shuttled to$8$ and fro, so$3$ does the artist 
09:159;0378[B  ]| weave and unweave his image.  And as the mole on$4$ my right breast is where 
09:160;0379[B  ]| it was when I was born, though all my body has been woven of new stuff 
09:160;0380[B  ]| time after time, so$3$ through the ghost of the unquiet father the image of the 
09:160;0381[B  ]| unliving son looks forth.  In$4$ the intense instant of imagination, when the 
09:160;0382[B  ]| mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that$6#2$ which$6#1$ I was is that$6#2$ which$6#1$ I am and 
09:160;0383[B  ]| that$6#2$ which$6#1$ in$4$ possibility I may come to$9$ be.  So$3$ in$4$ the future, the sister of the 
09:160;0384[B  ]| past, I may see myself as I sit here now but by$4$ reflection from that$6#2$ which$6#1$ 
09:160;0385[B  ]| then I shall be.  
09:160;0386@b   | Drummond*of*Hawthornden helped you at that$6#2$ stile.  
09:160;0387[V  ]| ~~ Yes, 
09:160;0387['  ]| Mr*Best said youngly.  
09:160;0387[V  ]| I feel Hamlet quite young.  The bitterness 
09:160;0388[V  ]| might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the 
09:160;0389[V  ]| son.  
09:160;0390@b   | Has the wrong sow by$4$ the lug.  He is in$4$ my father.  I am in$4$ his son.  
09:160;0391[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ mole is the last to$9$ go, 
09:160;0391['  ]| Stephen said, laughing.  
09:160;0392['  ]| John*Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow.  
09:160;0393[ZX ]| ~~ If that$6#2$ were the birthmark of genius, 
09:160;0393['  ]| he said, 
09:160;0393[ZX ]| genius would be a drug in$4$ 
09:160;0394[ZX ]| the market.  The plays of Shakespeare's later years which$6#1$ Renan admired so$5#1$ 
09:160;0395[ZX ]| much breathe another spirit.  
09:160;0396[ZX ]| ~~ The spirit of reconciliation, 
09:160;0396['  ]| the quaker librarian breathed.  
09:160;0397[B  ]| ~~ There can be no$2$ reconciliation, 
09:160;0397['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:160;0397[B  ]| if there has not been a 
09:160;0398[B  ]| sundering.  
09:160;0399@b   | Said that$6#2$.  
09:160;0400[B  ]| ~~ If you want to$9$ know what are the events which$6#1$ cast their shadow over the 
09:160;0401[B  ]| hell of time of \King*Lear\, \Othello\, \Hamlet\, \Troilus*and*Cressida\, look to$9$ 
09:160;0402[B  ]| see when and how the shadow lifts.  What softens the heart of a man, 
09:160;0403[B  ]| shipwrecked in$4$ storms dire, Tried, like$4$ another Ulysses, Pericles, 
09:160;0404[B  ]| prince*of*Tyre?   
09:160;0404@b   | Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.  
09:160;0406[B  ]| ~~ A child, a girl, placed in$4$ his arms, Marina.  
09:160;0407[ZX ]| ~~ The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant 
09:160;0408[ZX ]| quantity, 
09:160;0408['  ]| John*Eglinton detected.  
09:160;0408[ZX ]| The highroads are dreary but they lead to$4$ 
09:160;0409[ZX ]| the town.  
09:160;0410@b   | Good Bacon:  gone musty.  Shakespeare Bacon's wild oats.  
09:160;0411@b   | Cypherjugglers going the highroads.  Seekers on$4$ the great quest.  What 
09:160;0412@b   | town, good masters?  Mummed in$4$ names:  A%_E%, eon:  Magee, John*Eglinton.  
09:160;0413@b   | East*of*the*sun%*west*of*the*moon:  \Tir*na*n-og\.  Booted the twain and 
09:160;0414@b   | staved.  
09:160;0415[Z  ]| \How many miles to$4$ Dublin?  \ 
09:160;0416[Z  ]| \Three score and ten, sir.\ 
09:160;0417[Z  ]| \Will$1$ we be there by$4$ candlelight?  \ 
09:160;0418[B  ]| ~~ Mr*Brandes accepts it, 
09:160;0418['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:160;0418[B  ]| as the first play of the closing period.  
09:160;0419[ZX ]| ~~ Does he?  What does Mr*Sidney*Lee, or Mr*Simon*Lazarus as some aver 
09:160;0420[ZX ]| his name is, say of it?   
09:160;0421[B  ]| ~~ Marina, 
09:160;0421['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:160;0421[B  ]| a child of storm, Miranda, a wonder, Perdita, that$6#2$ 
09:160;0422[B  ]| which$6#1$ was lost.  What was lost is given back to$4$ him:  his daughter's child.  
09:161;0423[Z  ]| \My dearest wife\, 
09:161;0423[B  ]| Pericles says, 
09:161;0423[Z  ]| \was like$4$ this maid\.  
09:161;0423[B  ]| Will$1$ any man love the 
09:161;0424[B  ]| daughter if he has not loved the mother?   
09:161;0425[V  ]| ~~ The art of being a grandfather, 
09:161;0425['  ]| Mr*Best gan murmur.  
09:161;0425[V  ]| \L'art d'e^tre\
09:161;0426[V  ]| \grandp\ ~ .  
09:161;0427[B  ]| ~~ Will$1$ he not see reborn in$4$ her, with the memory of his own youth added, 
09:161;0428[B  ]| another image?   
09:161;0429@b   | Do you know what you are talking about?  Love, yes.  Word known to$4$ 
09:161;0430@b   | all men.  
09:161;0430[Z  ]| \Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae\
09:161;0431[Z  ]| \concupiscimus\ ~ 
09:161;0432[B  ]| ~~ His own image to$4$ a man with that$6#2$ queer thing genius is the standard of 
09:161;0433[B  ]| all experience, material and moral.  Such an appeal will$1$ touch him.  The 
09:161;0434[B  ]| images of other males of his blood will$1$ repel him.  He will$1$ see in$4$ them 
09:161;0435[B  ]| grotesque attempts of nature to$9$ foretell or to$9$ repeat himself.  
09:161;0436['  ]| The benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with 
09:161;0437['  ]| hope.  
09:161;0438[V  ]| ~~ I hope Mr*Dedalus will$1$ work out his theory for$4$ the enlightenment of the 
09:161;0439[V  ]| public.  And we ought to$9$ mention another Irish commentator, Mr*George*Bernard*Shaw.  
09:161;0440[V  ]| Nor should we forget Mr*Frank*Harris.  His articles on$4$ 
09:161;0441[V  ]| Shakespeare in$4$ the \Saturday*Review\ were surely brilliant.  Oddly enough 
09:161;0442[V  ]| he too draws for$4$ us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the sonnets.  
09:161;0443[V  ]| The favoured rival is William*Herbert, earl*of*Pembroke.  I own that$6#2$ if the 
09:161;0444[V  ]| poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in$4$ harmony with  ~~ 
09:161;0445[V  ]| what shall I say?   ~~  our notions of what ought not to$9$ have been.  
09:161;0446['  ]| Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk's egg, 
09:161;0447['  ]| prize of their fray.  
09:161;0448@b   | He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords.  Dost love, 
09:161;0449@b   | Miriam?  Dost love thy man?   
09:161;0450[B  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ may be too, 
09:161;0450['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:161;0450[B  ]| There is a saying of Goethe's which$6#1$ Mr*Magee 
09:161;0451[B  ]| likes to$9$ quote.  Beware of what you wish for$4$ in$4$ youth because you 
09:161;0452[B  ]| will$1$ get it in$4$ middle life.  Why does he send to$4$ one who$6#1$ is a \buonaroba\, a bay 
09:161;0453[B  ]| where all men ride, a maid of honour with a scandalous girlhood, a lordling 
09:161;0454[B  ]| to$9$ woo for$4$ him?  He was himself a lord of language and had made himself a 
09:161;0455[B  ]| coistrel gentleman and he had written \Romeo*and*Juliet\.  Why?  Belief in$4$ 
09:161;0456[B  ]| himself has been untimely killed.  He was overborne in$4$ a cornfield first (a 
09:161;0457[B  ]| ryefield, I should say) and he will$1$ never be a victor in$4$ his own eyes after nor 
09:161;0458[B  ]| play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down.  Assumed dongiovannism 
09:161;0459[B  ]| will$1$ not save him.  No$2$ later undoing will$1$ undo the first undoing.  The tusk of 
09:161;0460[B  ]| the boar has wounded him there where love lies ableeding.  If the shrew is 
09:161;0461[B  ]| worsted yet there remains to$4$ her woman's invisible weapon.  There is, I feel 
09:161;0462[B  ]| in$4$ the words, some goad of the flesh driving him into a new passion, a 
09:161;0463[B  ]| darker shadow of the first, darkening even his own understanding of 
09:161;0464[B  ]| himself.  A like$2$ fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in$4$ a whirlpool.  
09:161;0465@b   | They list.  And in$4$ the porches of their ears I pour.  
09:161;0466[B  ]| ~~ The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in$4$ the porch 
09:161;0467[B  ]| of a sleeping ear.  But those who$6#1$ are done to$4$ death in$4$ sleep can not know the 
09:162;0468[B  ]| manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that$6#2$ 
09:162;0469[B  ]| knowledge in$4$ the life to$9$ come.  The poisoning and the beast with two backs 
09:162;0470[B  ]| that$6#1$ urged it King*Hamlet's ghost could not know of were he not endowed 
09:162;0471[B  ]| with knowledge by$4$ his creator.  That$6#2$ is why the speech (his lean unlovely 
09:162;0472[B  ]| English) is always turned elsewhere, backward.  Ravisher and ravished, 
09:162;0473[B  ]| what he would but would not, go with him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory 
09:162;0474[B  ]| globes to$4$ Imogen's breast, bare, with its mole cinquespotted.  He goes back, 
09:162;0475[B  ]| weary of the creation he has piled up$5$ to$9$ hide him from himself, an old dog 
09:162;0476[B  ]| licking an old sore.  But, because loss is his gain, he passes on$5$ towards 
09:162;0477[B  ]| eternity in$4$ undiminished personality, untaught by$4$ the wisdom he has 
09:162;0478[B  ]| written or by$4$ the laws he has revealed.  His beaver is up$5$.  He is a ghost, a 
09:162;0479[B  ]| shadow now, the wind by$4$ Elsinore's rocks or what you will$1$, the sea's voice, 
09:162;0480[B  ]| a voice heard only in$4$ the heart of him who$6#1$ is the substance of his shadow, 
09:162;0481[B  ]| the son consubstantial with the father.  
09:162;0482[D  ]| ~~ Amen!  
09:162;0482['  ]| was responded from the doorway.  
09:162;0483@b   | Hast thou found me, O mine enemy?   
09:162;0484[X  ]| \Entr'acte.\ 
09:162;0485['  ]| A ribald face, sullen as a dean's, Buck*Mulligan came forward, then 
09:162;0486['  ]| blithe in$4$ motley, towards the greeting of their smiles.  
09:162;0486@b   | My telegram.  
09:162;0487[D  ]| ~~ You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate, if I mistake not?  
09:162;0487['  ]| he asked of 
09:162;0488['  ]| Stephen.  
09:162;0489['  ]| Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a 
09:162;0490['  ]| bauble.  
09:162;0491@b   | They make him welcome.
09:162;0491[Z  ]| \Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.\ 
09:162;0492@b   | Brood of mockers:  Photius, pseudo Malachi, Johann*Most.  
09:162;0493@b   | He Who$6#1$ Himself begot middler the Holy*Ghost and Himself sent 
09:162;0494@b   | Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who$6#1$, put upon$5$ by$4$ His 
09:162;0495@b   | fiends, stripped and whipped, was nailed like$4$ bat to$4$ barndoor, starved on$4$ 
09:162;0496@b   | crosstree, Who$6#1$ let Him bury, stood up$5$, harrowed hell, fared into heaven 
09:162;0497@b   | and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on$4$ the right hand of His 
09:162;0498@b   | Own Self but yet shall come in$4$ the latter day to$4$ doom the quick and dead 
09:162;0498@b   | when all the quick shall be dead already.  
09:162;0499[X  ]| @MUSIC! 
09:162;0500[Z  ]| \7Glo-o ~~ ri ~~ a\ \7in\ \7ex ~~ cel ~~ sis\ \7De ~~ o.\ 
09:162;0501@b   | He lifts his hands.  Veils fall.  O, flowers!  Bells with bells with bells 
09:162;0502@b   | aquiring.  
09:162;0503[V  ]| ~~ Yes, indeed, 
09:162;0503['  ]| the quaker librarian said.  
09:162;0503[V  ]| A most instructive discussion.  Mr*Mulligan, 
09:162;0504[V  ]| I will$1$ be bound, has his theory too of the play and of Shakespeare.  
09:162;0505[V  ]| All sides of life should be represented.  
09:163;0506['  ]| He smiled on$4$ all sides equally.  
09:163;0507['  ]| Buck*Mulligan thought, puzzled.  
09:163;0508[D  ]| ~~ Shakespeare?  
09:163;0508['  ]| he said.  
09:163;0508[D  ]| I seem to$9$ know the name.  
09:163;0509['  ]| A flying sunny smile rayed in$4$ his loose features.  
09:163;0510[D  ]| ~~ To$9$ be sure, 
09:163;0510['  ]| he said, remembering brightly.  
09:163;0510[D  ]| The chap that$6#1$ writes like$4$ 
09:163;0511[D  ]| Synge.  
09:163;0512['  ]| Mr*Best turned to$4$ him.  
09:163;0513[V  ]| ~~ Haines missed you, 
09:163;0513['  ]| he said.  
09:163;0513[V  ]| Did you meet him?  He will$1$ see you after at the 
09:163;0514[V  ]| D%_B%_C%  He is gone to$4$ Gill's to$9$ buy Hyde's \Lovesongs*of*Connacht\.  
09:163;0515[D  ]| ~~ I came through the museum, 
09:163;0515['  ]| Buck*Mulligan said.  
09:163;0515[D  ]| Was he here?   
09:163;0516[ZX ]| ~~ The bard's fellowcountrymen, 
09:163;0516['  ]| John*Eglinton answered, 
09:163;0516[ZX ]| are rather tired 
09:163;0517[ZX ]| perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising.  I hear that$3$ an actress played 
09:163;0518[ZX ]| Hamlet for$4$ the fourhundredandeighth time last night in$4$ Dublin.  Vining 
09:163;0519[ZX ]| held that$3$ the prince was a woman.  Has no-one made him out to$9$ be an 
09:163;0520[ZX ]| Irishman?  Judge*Barton, I believe, is searching for$4$ some clues.  He swears 
09:163;0521[ZX ]| (His*Highness not His*Lordship) by$4$ saint*Patrick.  
09:163;0522[V  ]| ~~ The most brilliant of all is that$6#2$ story of Wilde's, 
09:163;0522['  ]| Mr*Best said, lifting his 
09:163;0523['  ]| brilliant notebook.  
09:163;0523[V  ]| That$6#2$ \Portrait*of*Mr*W%_H%\ where he proves that$3$ the 
09:163;0524[V  ]| sonnets were written by$4$ a Willie*Hughes, a man all hues.  
09:163;0525[V  ]| ~~ For$4$ Willie*Hughes, is it not?  
09:163;0525['  ]| the quaker librarian asked.  
09:163;0526@b   | Or Hughie*Wills?  Mr*William Himself.  W%_H%:  who$6#2$ am I?   
09:163;0527[V  ]| ~~ I mean, for$4$ Willie*Hughes, 
09:163;0527['  ]| Mr*Best said, amending his gloss easily.  
09:163;0527[V  ]| Of 
09:163;0528[V  ]| course it is all paradox, do not you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the 
09:163;0529[V  ]| colour, but it is so$5#1$ typical the way he works it out.  It is the very essence of 
09:163;0530[V  ]| Wilde, do not you know.  The light touch.  
09:163;0531['  ]| His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a blond ephebe.  
09:163;0532@b   | Tame essence of Wilde.  
09:163;0533@b   | You are darned witty.  Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with 
09:163;0534@b   | Dan*Deasy's ducats.  
09:163;0535@b   | How much did I spend?  O, a few shillings.  
09:163;0536@b   | For$4$ a plump of pressmen.  Humour wet and dry.  
09:163;0537@b   | Wit.  You would give your five wits for$4$ youth's proud livery he pranks 
09:163;0538@b   | in$4$.  Lineaments of gratified desire.  
09:163;0539@b   | There be many mo.  Take her for$4$ me.  In$4$ pairing time.  Jove, a cool 
09:163;0540@b   | ruttime send them.  Yea, turtledove her.  
09:163;0541@b   | Eve.  Naked wheatbellied sin.  A snake coils her, fang in's kiss.  
09:163;0542[V  ]| ~~ Do you think it is only a paradox?  
09:163;0542['  ]| the quaker librarian was asking.  
09:163;0542[V  ]| The 
09:163;0543[V  ]| mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.  
09:163;0544['  ]| They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.  
09:163;0545['  ]| Buck*Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile.  Then, his 
09:163;0546['  ]| head wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket.  His 
09:163;0547['  ]| mobile lips read, smiling with new delight.  
09:163;0548[D  ]| ~~ Telegram!  
09:163;0548['  ]| he said.  
09:163;0548[D  ]| Wonderful inspiration!  Telegram!  A papal bull! 
09:163;0549['  ]| He sat on$4$ a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully: 
09:164;0550[Z  ]| ~~ \The sentimentalist is he who$6#1$ would enjoy without incurring the immense\
09:164;0551[Z  ]| \debtorship for$4$ a thing done.\ Signed:  Dedalus.  
09:164;0551[D  ]| Where did you launch it 
09:164;0552[D  ]| from?  The kips?  No$7$.  College*Green.  Have you drunk the four quid?  The 
09:164;0553[D  ]| aunt is going to$9$ call on$4$ your unsubstantial father.  Telegram!  Malachi*Mulligan, 
09:164;0554[D  ]| The*Ship, lower*Abbey*street.  O, you peerless mummer!  O, you 
09:164;0555[D  ]| priestified Kinchite! 
09:164;0556['  ]| Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in$4$ a 
09:164;0557['  ]| querulous brogue: 
09:164;0558[D  ]| ~~ It is what I am telling you, mister honey, it is queer and sick we were, 
09:164;0559[D  ]| Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in$5$.  It was murmur we did for$4$ 
09:164;0560[D  ]| a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I am thinking, and he limp with leching.  
09:164;0561[D  ]| And we one hour and two hours and three hours in$4$ Connery's sitting civil 
09:164;0562[D  ]| waiting for$4$ pints apiece.  
09:164;0563['  ]| He wailed: 
09:164;0564[D  ]| ~~ And we to$9$ be there, mavrone, and you to$9$ be unbeknownst sending us 
09:164;0565[D  ]| your conglomerations the way we to$9$ have our tongues out a yard long like$4$ 
09:164;0566[D  ]| the drouthy clerics do be fainting for$4$ a pussful.  
09:164;0567['  ]| Stephen laughed.  
09:164;0568['  ]| Quickly, warningfully Buck*Mulligan bent down.  
09:164;0569[D  ]| ~~ The tramper Synge is looking for$4$ you, 
09:164;0569['  ]| he said, 
09:164;0569[D  ]| to$9$ murder you.  He heard 
09:164;0570[D  ]| you pissed on$4$ his halldoor in$4$ Glasthule.  He is out in$4$ pampooties to$9$ murder 
09:164;0571[D  ]| you.  
09:164;0572[B  ]| ~~ Me!  
09:164;0572['  ]| Stephen exclaimed.  
09:164;0572[B  ]| That$6#2$ was your contribution to$4$ literature.  
09:164;0573['  ]| Buck*Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to$4$ the dark 
09:164;0574['  ]| eavesdropping ceiling.  
09:164;0575[D  ]| ~~ Murder you!  
09:164;0575['  ]| he laughed.  
09:164;0576@b   | Harsh gargoyle face that$6#1$ warred against me over our mess of hash of 
09:164;0577@b   | lights in$4$ rue*Saint*Andre=*des*Arts.  In$4$ words of words for$4$ words, palabras.  
09:164;0578@b   | Oisin with Patrick.  Faunman he met in$4$ Clamart woods, brandishing a 
09:164;0579@b   | winebottle.  \C'est vendredi saint!\ Murthering Irish.  His image, wandering, 
09:164;0580@b   | he met.  I mine.  I met a fool in$4$ the forest.  
09:164;0581[V  ]| ~~ Mr*Lyster, 
09:164;0581['  ]| an attendant said from the door ajar.  
09:164;0582[V  ]| ~~ ~~  in$4$ which$6#1$ everyone can find his own.  So$3$ Mr*Justice*Madden in$4$ his 
09:164;0583[V  ]| \Diary*of*Master*William*Silence\ has found the hunting terms ~  
09:164;0583[V  ]| Yes?  What 
09:164;0584[V  ]| is it?   
09:164;0585[V  ]| ~~ There is a gentleman here, sir, 
09:164;0585['  ]| the attendant said, coming forward and 
09:164;0586['  ]| offering a card.  
09:164;0586[V  ]| From the \Freeman\.  He wants to$9$ see the files of the \Kilkenny*People\ 
09:164;0587[V  ]| for$4$ last year.  
09:164;0588[V  ]| ~~ Certainly, certainly, certainly.  Is the gentleman ~~ ?   
09:164;0589['  ]| He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, 
09:164;0590['  ]| looked, asked, creaked, asked: 
09:164;0591[V  ]| ~~ Is he ~ .?  O, there! 
09:164;0592['  ]| Brisk in$4$ a galliard he was off, out.  In$4$ the daylit corridor he talked 
09:164;0593['  ]| with voluble pains of zeal, in$4$ duty bound, most fair, most kind, most honest 
09:164;0594['  ]| broadbrim.  
09:165;0595[V  ]| ~~ This gentleman?  \Freeman's*Journal\?  \Kilkenny*People\?  To$9$ be sure.  Good 
09:165;0596[V  ]| day, sir.  \Kilkenny\ ~  We have certainly ~ 
09:165;0597['  ]| A patient silhouette waited, listening.  
09:165;0598[V  ]| ~~ All the leading provincial ~  \Northern*Whig\, \Cork*Examiner\, 
09:165;0599[V  ]| \Enniscorthy*Guardian\.  Last year.  1903 ~  Will$1$ you please ~  Evans, 
09:165;0600[V  ]| conduct this gentleman ~  If you just follow the atten ~  Or, please allow 
09:165;0601[V  ]| me ~  This way ~  Please, sir ~ 
09:165;0602['  ]| Voluble, dutiful, he led the way to$4$ all the provincial papers, a bowing 
09:165;0603['  ]| dark figure following his hasty heels.  
09:165;0604['  ]| The door closed.  
09:165;0605[D  ]| ~~ The sheeny!  
09:165;0605['  ]| Buck*Mulligan cried.  
09:165;0606['  ]| He jumped up$5$ and snatched the card.  
09:165;0607[D  ]| ~~ What is his name?  Ikey*Moses?  Bloom.  
09:165;0608['  ]| He rattled on$5$: 
09:165;0609[D  ]| ~~ Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no$2$ more.  I found him over in$4$ the 
09:165;0610[D  ]| museum where I went to$9$ hail the foamborn Aphrodite.  The Greek mouth 
09:165;0611[D  ]| that$6#1$ has never been twisted in$4$ prayer.  Every day we must do homage to$4$ her.  
09:165;0612[Z  ]| \Life of life, thy lips enkindle.\ 
09:165;0613['  ]| Suddenly he turned to$4$ Stephen: 
09:165;0614[D  ]| ~~ He knows you.  He knows your old fellow.  O, I fear me, he is Greeker 
09:165;0615[D  ]| than the Greeks.  His pale Galilean eyes were upon$4$ her mesial groove.  
09:165;0616[D  ]| Venus*Kallipyge.  O, the thunder of those loins!  
09:165;0616[Z  ]| \The god pursuing the\
09:165;0617[Z  ]| \maiden hid.\ 
09:165;0618[ZX ]| ~~ We want to$9$ hear more, 
09:165;0618['  ]| John*Eglinton decided with Mr*Best's approval.  
09:165;0619[ZX ]| We begin to$9$ be interested in$4$ Mrs S.  Till now we had thought of her, if at all, 
09:165;0620[ZX ]| as a patient Griselda, a Penelope stay-at-home.  
09:165;0621[B  ]| ~~ Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, 
09:165;0621['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:165;0621[B  ]| took the palm of beauty from 
09:165;0622[B  ]| Kyrios*Menelaus' brooddam, Argive*Helen, the wooden mare of Troy in$4$ 
09:165;0623[B  ]| whom a score of heroes slept, and handed it to$4$ poor Penelope.  Twenty years 
09:165;0624[B  ]| he lived in$4$ London and, during part of that$6#2$ time, he drew a salary equal to$4$ 
09:165;0625[B  ]| that$6#2$ of the lord*chancellor*of*Ireland.  His life was rich.  His art, more than 
09:165;0626[B  ]| the art of feudalism as Walt*Whitman called it, is the art of surfeit.  Hot 
09:165;0627[B  ]| herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, 
09:165;0628[B  ]| gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.  Sir*Walter*Raleigh, when they arrested 
09:165;0629[B  ]| him, had half a million francs on$4$ his back including a pair of fancy stays.  
09:165;0630[B  ]| The gombeenwoman Eliza*Tudor had underlinen enough to$9$ vie with her of 
09:165;0631[B  ]| Sheba.  Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste 
09:165;0632[B  ]| delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.  You know 
09:165;0633[B  ]| Manningham's story of the burgher's wife who$6#1$ bade Dick*Burbage to$4$ her 
09:165;0634[B  ]| bed after she had seen him in$4$ \Richard_III\ and how Shakespeare, 
09:165;0635[B  ]| overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the cow by$4$ the horns 
09:165;0636[B  ]| and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon's 
09:165;0637[B  ]| blankets:  \William*the*conqueror came before Richard_III.\ And the gay 
09:165;0638[B  ]| lakin, mistress*Fitton, mount and cry O, and his dainty birdsnies, lady*Penelope*Rich, 
09:166;0639[B  ]| a clean quality woman is suited for$4$ a player, and the punks 
09:166;0640[B  ]| of the bankside, a penny a time.  
09:166;0641@b   | Cours*la*Reine.
09:166;0641[X  ]| \Encore vingt sous.  Nous ferons de petites cochonneries.\
09:166;0642[X  ]| \Minette?  Tu veux?  \ 
09:166;0643[B  ]| ~~ The height of fine society.  And sir*William*Davenant of Oxford's mother 
09:166;0644[B  ]| with her cup of canary for$4$ any cockcanary.  
09:166;0645['  ]| Buck*Mulligan, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: 
09:166;0646[D  ]| ~~ Blessed*Margaret*Mary*Anycock! 
09:166;0647[B  ]| ~~ And Harry of six wives' daughter.  And other lady friends from 
09:166;0648[B  ]| neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.  But all those 
09:166;0649[B  ]| twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope in$4$ Stratford was doing 
09:166;0650[B  ]| behind the diamond panes?   
09:166;0651@b   | Do and do.  Thing done.  In$4$ a rosery of Fetter*lane of Gerard, 
09:166;0652@b   | herbalist, he walks, greyedauburn.  An azured harebell like$4$ her veins.  Lids 
09:166;0653@b   | of Juno's eyes, violets.  He walks.  One life is all.  One body.  Do.  But do.  
09:166;0654@b   | Afar, in$4$ a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on$4$ whiteness.  
09:166;0655['  ]| Buck*Mulligan rapped John*Eglinton's desk sharply.  
09:166;0656[D  ]| ~~ Whom do you suspect?  
09:166;0656['  ]| he challenged.  
09:166;0657[B  ]| ~~ Say that$3$ he is the spurned lover in$4$ the sonnets.  Once spurned twice 
09:166;0658[B  ]| spurned.  But the court wanton spurned him for$4$ a lord, his dearmylove.  
09:166;0659@b   | Love that$6#1$ dare not speak its name.  
09:166;0660[ZX ]| ~~ As an Englishman, you mean, 
09:166;0660['  ]| John sturdy Eglinton put in$5$, 
09:166;0660[ZX ]| he loved a 
09:166;0661[ZX ]| lord.  
09:166;0662@b   | Old wall where sudden lizards flash.  At Charenton I watched them.  
09:166;0663[B  ]| ~~ It seems so$5#2$, 
09:166;0663['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:166;0663[B  ]| when he wants to$9$ do for$4$ him, and for$4$ all other 
09:166;0664[B  ]| and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for$4$ the stallion.  
09:166;0665[B  ]| Maybe, like$4$ Socrates, he had a midwife to$9$ mother as he had a shrew to$9$ wife.  
09:166;0666[B  ]| But she, the giglot wanton, did not break a bedvow.  Two deeds are rank in$4$ 
09:166;0667[B  ]| that$6#2$ ghost's mind:  a broken vow and the dullbrained yokel on$4$ whom her 
09:166;0668[B  ]| favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.  Sweet*Ann, I take it, was 
09:166;0669[B  ]| hot in$4$ the blood.  Once a wooer, twice a wooer.  
09:166;0670['  ]| Stephen turned boldly in$4$ his chair.  
09:166;0671[B  ]| ~~ The burden of proof is with you not with me, 
09:166;0671['  ]| he said frowning.  
09:166;0671[B  ]| If you 
09:166;0672[B  ]| deny that$6#2$ in$4$ the fifth scene of \Hamlet\ he has branded her with infamy tell 
09:166;0673[B  ]| me why there is no$2$ mention of her during the thirtyfour years between the 
09:166;0674[B  ]| day she married him and the day she buried him.  All those women saw their 
09:166;0675[B  ]| men down and under:  Mary, her goodman John, Ann, her poor dear 
09:166;0676[B  ]| Willun, when he went and died on$4$ her, raging that$3$ he was the first to$9$ go, 
09:166;0677[B  ]| Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her husband and all her sons, Susan, her 
09:166;0678[B  ]| husband too, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to$9$ use granddaddy's 
09:166;0679[B  ]| words, wed her second, having killed her first.  O, yes, mention there is.  In$4$ 
09:166;0680[B  ]| the years when he was living richly in$4$ royal London to$9$ pay a debt she had 
09:166;0681[B  ]| to$9$ borrow forty shillings from her father's shepherd.  Explain you then.  
09:166;0682[B  ]| Explain the swansong too wherein he has commended her to$4$ posterity.  
09:167;0683['  ]| He faced their silence.  
09:167;0684['  ]| To$4$ whom thus Eglinton:  
09:167;0684[Z  ]| You mean the will$0$.  
09:167;0685[ZX ]| But that$6#2$ has been explained, I believe, by$4$ jurists.  
09:167;0686[ZX ]| She was entitled to$4$ her widow's dower 
09:167;0687[ZX ]| At common law.  His legal knowledge was great 
09:167;0688[ZX ]| Our judges tell us% ~~ 
09:167;0689[X  ]| Him Satan fleers, 
09:167;0690[X  ]| Mocker: ~~ 
09:167;0691[X  ]| And therefore he left out her name 
09:167;0692[X  ]| From the first draft but he did not leave out 
09:167;0693[X  ]| The presents for$4$ his granddaughter, for$4$ his daughters, 
09:167;0694[X  ]| For$4$ his sister, for$4$ his old cronies in$4$ Stratford 
09:167;0695[X  ]| And in$4$ London.  And therefore when he was urged, 
09:167;0696[X  ]| As I believe, to$9$ name her 
09:167;0697[X  ]| He left her his 
09:167;0698[X  ]| Secondbest 
09:167;0699[X  ]| Bed.  
09:167;0700[X  ]| \Punkt.\ 
09:167;0701[X  ]| Leftherhis 
09:167;0702[X  ]| Secondbest 
09:167;0703[X  ]| Leftherhis 
09:167;0704[X  ]| Bestabed 
09:167;0705[X  ]| Secabest 
09:167;0706[X  ]| Leftabed.  
09:167;0707[X  ]| Woa! 
09:167;0708[ZX ]| ~~ Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, 
09:167;0708['  ]| John*Eglinton observed, 
09:167;0708[ZX ]| as they 
09:167;0709[ZX ]| have still if our peasant plays are true to$4$ type.  
09:167;0710[B  ]| ~~ He was a rich country gentleman, 
09:167;0710['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:167;0710[B  ]| with a coat of arms and 
09:167;0711[B  ]| landed estate at Stratford and a house in$4$ Ireland yard, a capitalist 
09:167;0712[B  ]| shareholder, a bill promoter, a tithefarmer.  Why did he not leave her his 
09:167;0713[B  ]| best bed if he wished her to$9$ snore away the rest of her nights in$4$ peace?   
09:167;0714[V  ]| ~~ It is clear that$3$ there were two beds, a best and a secondbest, 
09:167;0714['  ]| Mr*Secondbest*Best 
09:167;0715['  ]| said finely.  
09:167;0716[D  ]| ~~ \Separatio a mensa et a thalamo\, 
09:167;0716['  ]| bettered Buck*Mulligan and was smiled 
09:167;0717['  ]| on$5$.  
09:167;0718[ZX ]| ~~ Antiquity mentions famous beds, 
09:167;0718['  ]| Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.  
09:167;0719[ZX ]| Let me think.  
09:167;0720[B  ]| ~~ Antiquity mentions that$6#2$ Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage, 
09:167;0721['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:167;0721[B  ]| who$6#1$ when dying in$4$ exile frees and endows his slaves, pays 
09:167;0722[B  ]| tribute to$4$ his elders, wills to$9$ be laid in$4$ earth near the bones of his dead wife 
09:167;0723[B  ]| and bids his friends be kind to$4$ an old mistress (do not forget Nell*Gwynn Herpyllis) 
09:167;0724[B  ]| and let her live in$4$ his villa.  
09:168;0725[V  ]| ~~ Do you mean he died so$5#2$?  
09:168;0725['  ]| Mr*Best asked with slight concern.  
09:168;0725[V  ]| I mean ~ 
09:168;0726[D  ]| ~~ He died dead drunk, 
09:168;0726['  ]| Buck*Mulligan capped.  
09:168;0726[Z  ]| \A quart of ale is a dish for$4$ a\
09:168;0727[Z  ]| \king.\ 
09:168;0727[D  ]| O, I must tell you what Dowden said! 
09:168;0728[V  ]| ~~ What?  
09:168;0728['  ]| asked Besteglinton.  
09:168;0729@b   | William*Shakespeare and company, limited.  The people's William.  
09:168;0730@b   | For$4$ terms apply:  E%*Dowden, Highfield*house ~ 
09:168;0731[D  ]| ~~ Lovely!  
09:168;0731['  ]| Buck*Mulligan suspired amorously.
09:168;0731[D  ]| I asked him what he thought 
09:168;0732[D  ]| of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard.  He lifted his hands and 
09:168;0733[D  ]| said:  
09:168;0733[Z  ]| \All we can say is that$3$ life ran very high in$4$ those days\.  
09:168;0733[D  ]| Lovely! 
09:168;0734@b   | Catamite.  
09:168;0735[V  ]| ~~ The sense of beauty leads us astray, 
09:168;0735['  ]| said beautifulinsadness Best to$4$ ugling 
09:168;0736['  ]| Eglinton.  
09:168;0737['  ]| Steadfast*John replied severe: 
09:168;0738[ZX ]| ~~ The doctor can tell us what those words mean.  You can not eat your cake 
09:168;0739[ZX ]| and have it.  
09:168;0740@b   | Sayest thou so$5#2$?  Will$1$ they wrest from us, from me, the palm of beauty?   
09:168;0741[B  ]| ~~ And the sense of property, 
09:168;0741['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:168;0741[B  ]| He drew Shylock out of his own 
09:168;0742[B  ]| long pocket.  The son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself a 
09:168;0743[B  ]| cornjobber and moneylender, with ten tods of corn hoarded in$4$ the famine 
09:168;0744[B  ]| riots.  His borrowers are no$2$ doubt those divers of worship mentioned by$4$ 
09:168;0745[B  ]| Chettle*Falstaff who$6#1$ reported his uprightness of dealing.  He sued a 
09:168;0746[B  ]| fellowplayer for$4$ the price of a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of 
09:168;0747[B  ]| flesh in$4$ interest for$4$ every money lent.  How else could Aubrey's ostler and 
09:168;0748[B  ]| callboy get rich quick?  All events brought grist to$4$ his mill.  Shylock chimes 
09:168;0749[B  ]| with the jewbaiting that$6#1$ followed the hanging and quartering of the queen's 
09:168;0750[B  ]| leech Lopez, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet 
09:168;0751[B  ]| alive:  \Hamlet\ and \Macbeth\ with the coming to$4$ the throne of a Scotch 
09:168;0752[B  ]| philosophaster with a turn for$4$ witchroasting.  The lost armada is his jeer in$4$ 
09:168;0753[B  ]| \Love's*Labour*Lost\.  His pageants, the histories, sail fullbellied on$4$ a tide of 
09:168;0754[B  ]| Mafeking enthusiasm.  Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter's 
09:168;0755[B  ]| theory of equivocation.  The \Sea*Venture\ comes home from Bermudas and 
09:168;0756[B  ]| the play Renan admired is written with Patsy*Caliban, our American 
09:168;0757[B  ]| cousin.  The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's.  As for$4$ fay Elizabeth, 
09:168;0758[B  ]| otherwise carrotty Bess, the gross virgin who$6#1$ inspired the \Merry*Wives*of*Windsor\, 
09:168;0759[B  ]| let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for$4$ deephid 
09:168;0760[B  ]| meanings in$4$ the depths of the buckbasket.  
09:168;0761@b   | I think you are getting on$5$ very nicely.  Just mix up$5$ a mixture of 
09:168;0762@b   | theolologicophilolological.  \Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere.\ 
09:168;0763[ZX ]| ~~ Prove that$3$ he was a jew, 
09:168;0763['  ]| John*Eglinton dared, expectantly.  
09:168;0763[ZX ]| Your dean of 
09:168;0764[ZX ]| studies holds he was a holy Roman.  
09:168;0765[ZX ]| \Sufflaminandus sum.\ 
09:168;0766[B  ]| ~~ He was made in$4$ Germany, 
09:168;0766['  ]| Stephen replied, 
09:168;0766[B  ]| as the champion French 
09:168;0767[B  ]| polisher of Italian scandals.  
09:168;0768[V  ]| ~~ A myriadminded man, 
09:168;0768['  ]| Mr*Best reminded.  
09:168;0768[V  ]| Coleridge called him 
09:168;0769[V  ]| myriadminded.  
09:169;0770[Z  ]| \Amplius.  In$4$ societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit\
09:169;0771[X  ]| \amicitia inter multos.\ 
09:169;0772[B  ]| ~~ Saint*Thomas, 
09:169;0772['  ]| Stephen began ~ 
09:169;0773[D  ]| ~~ \Ora pro nobis\, 
09:169;0773['  ]| Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to$4$ a chair.  
09:169;0774['  ]| There he keened a wailing rune: 
09:169;0775[D  ]| ~~ \Pogue mahone!  Acushla machree!\ It is destroyed we are from this day!  It is 
09:169;0776[D  ]| destroyed we are surely! 
09:169;0777['  ]| All smiled their smiles.  
09:169;0778[B  ]| ~~ Saint*Thomas, 
09:169;0778['  ]| Stephen smiling said, 
09:169;0778[B  ]| whose gorbellied works I enjoy 
09:169;0779[B  ]| reading in$4$ the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from 
09:169;0780[B  ]| that$6#2$ of the new Viennese school Mr*Magee spoke of, likens it in$4$ his wise and 
09:169;0781[B  ]| curious way to$4$ an avarice of the emotions.  He means that$3$ the love so$5#2$ given 
09:169;0782[B  ]| to$4$ one near in$4$ blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who$6#1$, it may 
09:169;0783[B  ]| be, hungers for$4$ it.  Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are of all races 
09:169;0784[B  ]| the most given to$4$ intermarriage.  Accusations are made in$4$ anger.  The 
09:169;0785[B  ]| christian laws which$6#1$ built up$5$ the hoards of the jews (for$4$ whom, as for$4$ the 
09:169;0786[B  ]| lollards, storm was shelter) bound their affections too with hoops of steel.  
09:169;0787[B  ]| Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will$1$ tell us at doomsday 
09:169;0788[B  ]| leet.  But a man who$6#1$ holds so$5#1$ tightly to$4$ what he calls his rights over what he 
09:169;0789[B  ]| calls his debts will$1$ hold tightly also to$4$ what he calls his rights over her 
09:169;0790[B  ]| whom he calls his wife.  No$2$ sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife 
09:169;0791[B  ]| or his manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.  
09:169;0792[D  ]| ~~ Or his jennyass, 
09:169;0792['  ]| Buck*Mulligan antiphoned.  
09:169;0793[V  ]| ~~ Gentle Will is being roughly handled, 
09:169;0793['  ]| gentle Mr*Best said gently.  
09:169;0794[D  ]| ~~ Which$6#2$ will$0$?  
09:169;0794['  ]| gagged sweetly Buck*Mulligan.  
09:169;0794[D  ]| We are getting mixed.  
09:169;0795[ZX ]| ~~ The will$0$ to$9$ live, 
09:169;0795['  ]| John*Eglinton philosophised, 
09:169;0795[ZX ]| for$4$ poor Ann, Will's 
09:169;0796[ZX ]| widow, is the will$0$ to$9$ die.  
09:169;0797[B  ]| ~~ \Requiescat!\ 
09:169;0797['  ]| Stephen prayed.  
09:169;0798[Z  ]| \What of all the will$0$ to$9$ do?  \ 
09:169;0799[Z  ]| \It has vanished long ago\ ~ 
09:169;0800[B  ]| ~~ She lies laid out in$4$ stark stiffness in$4$ that$6#2$ secondbest bed, the mobled 
09:169;0801[B  ]| queen, even though you prove that$3$ a bed in$4$ those days was as rare as a 
09:169;0802[B  ]| motorcar is now and that$3$ its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes.  In$4$ 
09:169;0803[B  ]| old age she takes up$5$ with gospellers (one stayed with her at New*Place and 
09:169;0804[B  ]| drank a quart of sack the town council paid for$4$ but in$4$ which$6#1$ bed he slept it 
09:169;0805[B  ]| skills not to$9$ ask) and heard she had a soul.  She read or had read to$4$ her his 
09:169;0806[B  ]| chapbooks preferring them to$4$ the \Merry*Wives\ and, loosing her nightly 
09:169;0807[B  ]| waters on$4$ the jordan, she thought over \Hooks*and*Eyes*for*Believers%*Breeches\
09:169;0808[B  ]| and \The*Most*Spiritual*Snuffbox*to*Make*the*Most*Devout*Souls*Sneeze\.
09:169;0809[B  ]| Venus has twisted her lips in$4$ prayer.  Agenbite of inwit:  remorse of 
09:169;0810[B  ]| conscience.  It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for$4$ its god.  
09:169;0811[ZX ]| ~~ History shows that$6#2$ to$9$ be true, 
09:169;0811['  ]| \inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos\.  
09:169;0811[ZX ]| The ages 
09:169;0812[ZX ]| succeed one another.  But we have it on$4$ high authority that$6#2$ a man's worst 
09:169;0813[ZX ]| enemies shall be those of his own house and family.  I feel that$3$ Russell is 
09:170;0814[ZX ]| right.  What do we care for$4$ his wife or father?  I should say that$3$ only family 
09:170;0815[ZX ]| poets have family lives.  Falstaff was not a family man.  I feel that$3$ the fat 
09:170;0816[ZX ]| knight is his supreme creation.  
09:170;0817[X  ]| Lean, he lay back.  Shy, deny thy kindred, the unco guid.  Shy, supping 
09:170;0818[X  ]| with the godless, he sneaks the cup.  A sire in$4$ Ultonian Antrim bade it him.  
09:170;0819[X  ]| Visits him here on$4$ quarter days.  Mr*Magee, sir, there is a gentleman to$9$ see 
09:170;0820[X  ]| you.  Me?  Says he is your father, sir.  Give me my Wordsworth.  Enter Magee*Mor*Matthew, 
09:170;0821[X  ]| a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in$4$ strossers with a buttoned 
09:170;0822[X  ]| codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of 
09:170;0823[X  ]| wilding in$4$ his hand.  
09:170;0824[X  ]| Your own?  He knows your old fellow.  The widower.  
09:170;0825@b   | Hurrying to$4$ her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on$4$ the quayside I 
09:170;0826@b   | touched his hand.  The voice, new warmth, speaking.  Dr*Bob*Kenny is 
09:170;0827@b   | attending her.  The eyes that$6#1$ wish me well.  But do not know me.  
09:170;0828[B  ]| ~~ A father, 
09:170;0828['  ]| Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, 
09:170;0828[B  ]| is a necessary evil.  
09:170;0829[B  ]| He wrote the play in$4$ the months that$6#1$ followed his father's death.  If you 
09:170;0830[B  ]| hold that$3$ he, a greying man with two marriageable daughters, with 
09:170;0831[B  ]| thirtyfive years of life,
09:170;0831[Z  ]| \nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita\,
09:170;0831[B  ]| with fifty of 
09:170;0832[B  ]| experience, is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must 
09:170;0833[B  ]| hold that$3$ his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen.  No$7$.  The corpse of 
09:170;0834[B  ]| John*Shakespeare does not walk the night.  From hour to$4$ hour it rots and 
09:170;0835[B  ]| rots.  He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that$6#2$ mystical estate 
09:170;0836[B  ]| upon$4$ his son.  Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first and last man who$6#1$ felt 
09:170;0837[B  ]| himself with child.  Fatherhood, in$4$ the sense of conscious begetting, is 
09:170;0838[B  ]| unknown to$4$ man.  It is a mystical estate, an apostolic succession, from only 
09:170;0839[B  ]| begetter to$4$ only begotten.  On$4$ that$6#2$ mystery and not on$4$ the madonna which$6#1$ 
09:170;0840[B  ]| the cunning Italian intellect flung to$4$ the mob of Europe the church is 
09:170;0841[B  ]| founded and founded irremovably because founded, like$4$ the world, macro 
09:170;0842[B  ]| and microcosm, upon$4$ the void.  Upon$4$ incertitude, upon$4$ unlikelihood.  \Amor\
09:170;0843[B  ]| \matris\, subjective and objective genitive, may be the only true thing in$4$ life.  
09:170;0844[B  ]| Paternity may be a legal fiction.  Who$6#2$ is the father of any son that$3$ any son 
09:170;0845[B  ]| should love him or he any son?   
09:170;0846@b   | What the hell are you driving at?   
09:170;0847@b   | I know.  Shut up$5$.  Blast you.  I have reasons.  
09:170;0848@b   | \Amplius.  Adhuc.  Iterum.  Postea.\ 
09:170;0849@b   | Are you condemned to$9$ do this?   
09:170;0850[B  ]| ~~ They are sundered by$4$ a bodily shame so$5#1$ steadfast that$3$ the criminal annals 
09:170;0851[B  ]| of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its 
09:170;0852[B  ]| breach.  Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that$6#1$ 
09:170;0853[B  ]| dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with 
09:170;0854[B  ]| keyholes, queens with prize bulls.  The son unborn mars beauty:  born, he 
09:170;0855[B  ]| brings pain, divides affection, increases care.  He is a new male:  his growth 
09:170;0856[B  ]| is his father's decline, his youth his father's envy, his friend his father's 
09:170;0857[B  ]| enemy.  
09:171;0858@b   | In$4$ rue*Monsieur*le*Prince I thought it.  
09:171;0859[B  ]| ~~ What links them in$4$ nature?  An instant of blind rut.  
09:171;0860@b   | Am I a father?  If I were?   
09:171;0861@b   | Shrunken uncertain hand.  
09:171;0862[B  ]| ~~ Sabellius, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all the beasts of the field, held 
09:171;0863[B  ]| that$3$ the Father was Himself His Own Son.  The bulldog of Aquin, with 
09:171;0864[B  ]| whom no$2$ word shall be impossible, refutes him.  Well:  if the father who$6#1$ has 
09:171;0865[B  ]| not a son be not a father can the son who$6#1$ has not a father be a son?  When 
09:171;0866[B  ]| Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the same name 
09:171;0867[B  ]| in$4$ the comedy of errors wrote \Hamlet\ he was not the father of his own son 
09:171;0868[B  ]| merely but, being no$2$ more a son, he was and felt himself the father of all his 
09:171;0869[B  ]| race, the father of his own grandfather, the father of his unborn grandson 
09:171;0870[B  ]| who$6#1$, by$4$ the same token, never was born, for$4$ nature, as Mr*Magee 
09:171;0871[B  ]| understands her, abhors perfection.  
09:171;0872['  ]| Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked up$5$ shybrightly.  Gladly 
09:171;0873['  ]| glancing, a merry puritan, through the twisted eglantine.  
09:171;0874@b   | Flatter.  Rarely.  But flatter.  
09:171;0875[D  ]| ~~ Himself his own father, 
09:171;0875['  ]| Sonmulligan told himself.  
09:171;0875[D  ]| Wait.  I am big with 
09:171;0876[D  ]| child.  I have an unborn child in$4$ my brain.  Pallas*Athena!  A play!  The 
09:171;0877[D  ]| play is the thing!  Let me parturiate! 
09:171;0878['  ]| He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.  
09:171;0879[B  ]| ~~ As for$4$ his family, 
09:171;0879['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:171;0879[B  ]| his mother's name lives in$4$ the forest*of*Arden. 
09:171;0880[B  ]| Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in$4$ 
09:171;0881[B  ]| \Coriolanus\.  His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in$4$ \King*John\.  
09:171;0882[B  ]| Hamlet, the black prince, is Hamnet*Shakespeare.  Who$6#1$ the girls in$4$ 
09:171;0883[B  ]| \The*Tempest\, in$4$ \Pericles\, in$4$ \Winter's*Tale\ are we know.  Who$6#1$ Cleopatra, 
09:171;0884[B  ]| fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess.  But there is 
09:171;0885[B  ]| another member of his family who$6#1$ is recorded.  
09:171;0886[ZX ]| ~~ The plot thickens, 
09:171;0886['  ]| John*Eglinton said.  
09:171;0887['  ]| The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in$5$, quake, his mask, quake, 
09:171;0888['  ]| with haste, quake, quack.  
09:171;0889[X  ]| Door closed.  Cell.  Day.  
09:171;0890[X  ]| They list.  Three.  They.  
09:171;0891[X  ]| I you he they.  
09:171;0892[X  ]| Come, mess.  
09:171;0893[X  ]| <stephen>
09:171;0894[B  ]| He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard.  Gilbert in$4$ his old age 
09:171;0895[B  ]| told some cavaliers he got a pass for$4$ nowt from Maister*Gatherer one time 
09:171;0896[B  ]| mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up$5$ in$4$ Lunnon 
09:171;0897[B  ]| in$4$ a wrastling play wud a man on$4$ his back.  The playhouse sausage filled 
09:171;0898[B  ]| Gilbert's soul.  He is nowhere:  but an Edmund and a Richard are recorded 
09:171;0899[B  ]| in$4$ the works of sweet William.  
09:172;0900[X  ]| <mageeglinjohn> 
09:172;0901[ZX ]| Names!  What is in$4$ a name?   
09:172;0902[X  ]| <best> 
09:172;0903[V  ]| That$6#2$ is my name, Richard, do not you know.  I hope you are going to$9$ say a 
09:172;0904[V  ]| good word for$4$ Richard, do not you know, for$4$ my sake.  
09:172;0905[X  ]| (\laughter\) 
09:172;0906[X  ]| <buckmulligan> 
09:172;0907[X  ]| (\piano,\ \diminuendo\) 
09:172;0908[Z  ]| \Then outspoke medical Dick\ 
09:172;0909[Z  ]| \To$4$ his comrade medical Davy\ ~ 
09:172;0910[X  ]| <stephen> 
09:172;0911[B  ]| In$4$ his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard*Crookback, 
09:172;0912[B  ]| Edmund in$4$ \King*Lear\, two bear the wicked uncles' names.  
09:172;0913[B  ]| Nay, that$6#2$ last play was written or being written while his brother Edmund 
09:172;0914[B  ]| lay dying in$4$ Southwark.  
09:172;0915[X  ]| <best> 
09:172;0916[V  ]| I hope Edmund is going to$9$ catch it.  I do not want Richard, my name ~ .  
09:172;0917[X  ]| (\laughter\) 
09:172;0918[X  ]| <quakerlyster>
09:172;0919[X  ]| (\a tempo\) But he that$6#1$ filches from me my good name ~ .  
09:172;0920[X  ]| <stephen>
09:172;0921[X  ]| (\stringendo\) 
09:172;0921[B  ]| He has hidden his own name, a fair name, William, in$4$ the 
09:172;0922[B  ]| plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old Italy set his face in$4$ a 
09:172;0923[B  ]| dark corner of his canvas.  He has revealed it in$4$ the sonnets where there is 
09:172;0924[B  ]| Will in$4$ overplus.  Like$4$ John*o'Gaunt his name is dear to$4$ him, as dear as the 
09:172;0925[B  ]| coat and crest he toadied for$4$, on$4$ a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, 
09:172;0926[B  ]| honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest shakescene in$4$ 
09:172;0927[B  ]| the country.  What is in$4$ a name?  That$6#2$ is what we ask ourselves in$4$ childhood 
09:172;0928[B  ]| when we write the name that$6#1$ we are told is ours.  A star, a daystar, a 
09:172;0929[B  ]| firedrake, rose at his birth.  It shone by$4$ day in$4$ the heavens alone, brighter 
09:172;0930[B  ]| than Venus in$4$ the night, and by$4$ night it shone over delta in$4$ Cassiopeia, the 
09:172;0931[B  ]| recumbent constellation which$6#1$ is the signature of his initial among the stars.  
09:172;0932[B  ]| His eyes watched it, lowlying on$4$ the horizon, eastward of the bear, as he 
09:172;0933[B  ]| walked by$4$ the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from 
09:172;0934[B  ]| Shottery and from her arms.  
09:173;0935@b   | Both satisfied.  I too.  
09:173;0936@b   | Do not tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.  
09:173;0937@b   | And from her arms.  
09:173;0938@b   | Wait to$9$ be wooed and won.  Ay, meacock.  Who$6#2$ will$1$ woo you?   
09:173;0939@b   | Read the skies.  \Autontimorumenos.\ \Bous Stephanoumenos.\ Where is 
09:173;0940@b   | your configuration?  Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even.  S%_D:  \sua\ \donna\.  
09:173;0941@b   | \Gia`:  di lui.  Gelindo risolve di non amare\ \S%_D%\ 
09:173;0942[V  ]| ~~ What is that$6#2$, Mr*Dedalus? 
09:173;0942['  ]| the quaker librarian asked.  
09:173;0942[V  ]| Was it a celestial 
09:173;0943[V  ]| phenomenon?   
09:173;0944[B  ]| ~~ A star by$4$ night, 
09:173;0944['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:173;0944[B  ]| A pillar of the cloud by$4$ day.  
09:173;0945@b   | What more is to$9$ speak?   
09:173;0946['  ]| Stephen looked on$4$ his hat, his stick, his boots.  
09:173;0947@b   | \Stephanos\, my crown.  My sword.  His boots are spoiling the shape of 
09:173;0948@b   | my feet.  Buy a pair.  Holes in$4$ my socks.  Handkerchief too.  
09:173;0949[ZX ]| ~~ You make good use of the name, 
09:173;0949['  ]| John*Eglinton allowed.  
09:173;0949[ZX ]| Your own name 
09:173;0950[ZX ]| is strange enough.  I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.  
09:173;0951@b   | Me, Magee and Mulligan.  
09:173;0952@b   | Fabulous artificer.  The hawklike man.  You flew.  Whereto?   
09:173;0953@b   | Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.  Paris and back.  Lapwing.  Icarus.  
09:173;0954@b   | \Pater, ait.\ Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering.  Lapwing you are.  Lapwing be.  
09:173;0955['  ]| Mr*Best eagerquietly lifted his book to$9$ say: 
09:173;0956[V  ]| ~~ That$6#2$ is very interesting because that$6#2$ brother motive, do not you know, we 
09:173;0957[V  ]| find also in$4$ the old Irish myths.  Just what you say.  The three brothers 
09:173;0958[V  ]| Shakespeare.  In$4$ Grimm too, do not you know, the fairytales.  The third 
09:173;0959[V  ]| brother that$6#1$ always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize.  
09:173;0960@b   | Best of Best brothers.  Good, better, best.  
09:173;0961['  ]| The quaker librarian springhalted near.  
09:173;0962[V  ]| ~~ I should like$1$ to$9$ know, 
09:173;0962['  ]| he said, 
09:173;0962[V  ]| which$6#1$ brother you ~  I understand you to$9$ 
09:173;0963[V  ]| suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers ~  But perhaps I am 
09:173;0964[V  ]| anticipating?   
09:173;0965['  ]| He caught himself in$4$ the act:  looked at all:  refrained.  
09:173;0966['  ]| An attendant from the doorway called: 
09:173;0967[V  ]| ~~ Mr*Lyster!  Father*Dineen wants ~ 
09:173;0968[V  ]| ~~ O, Father*Dineen!  Directly.  
09:173;0969['  ]| Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.  
09:173;0970['  ]| John*Eglinton touched the foil.  
09:173;0971[ZX ]| ~~ Come, 
09:173;0971['  ]| he said.  
09:173;0971[ZX ]| Let us hear what you have to$9$ say of Richard and 
09:173;0972[ZX ]| Edmund.  You kept them for$4$ the last, did not you?   
09:173;0973[B  ]| ~~ In$4$ asking you to$9$ remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and 
09:173;0974[B  ]| nuncle Edmund, 
09:173;0974['  ]| Stephen answered, 
09:173;0974[B  ]| I feel I am asking too much perhaps.  A 
09:173;0975[B  ]| brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.  
09:173;0976@b   | Lapwing.  
09:173;0977@b   | Where is your brother?  Apothecaries' hall.  My whetstone.  Him, then 
09:173;0978@b   | Cranly, Mulligan:  now these.  Speech, speech.  But act.  Act speech.  They 
09:173;0979@b   | mock to$9$ try you.  Act.  Be acted on$5$.  
09:174;0980@b   | Lapwing.  
09:174;0981@b   | I am tired of my voice, the voice of Esau.  My kingdom for$4$ a drink.  
09:174;0982@b   | On$5$.  
09:174;0983[B  ]| ~~ You will$1$ say those names were already in$4$ the chronicles from which$6#1$ he 
09:174;0984[B  ]| took the stuff of his plays.  Why did he take them rather than others?   
09:174;0985[B  ]| Richard, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to$4$ a widowed 
09:174;0986[B  ]| Ann (what is in$4$ a name?  ), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.  
09:174;0987[B  ]| Richard the conqueror, third brother, came after William the conquered.  
09:174;0988[B  ]| The other four acts of that$6#2$ play hang limply from that$6#2$ first.  Of all his kings 
09:174;0989[B  ]| Richard is the only king unshielded by$4$ Shakespeare's reverence, the angel 
09:174;0990[B  ]| of the world.  Why is the underplot of \King*Lear\ in$4$ which$6#1$ Edmund figures 
09:174;0991[B  ]| lifted out of Sidney's \Arcadia\ and spatchcocked on$5$ to$4$ a Celtic legend older 
09:174;0992[B  ]| than history?   
09:174;0993[ZX ]| ~~ That$6#2$ was Will's way, 
09:174;0993['  ]| John*Eglinton defended.  
09:174;0993[ZX ]| We should not now 
09:174;0994[ZX ]| combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by$4$ George*Meredith.  
09:174;0995[ZX ]| \Que voulez-vous?  \ Moore would say.  He puts Bohemia on$4$ the seacoast and 
09:174;0996[ZX ]| makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.  
09:174;0997[B  ]| ~~ Why?  
09:174;0997['  ]| Stephen answered himself.  
09:174;0997[B  ]| Because the theme of the false or the 
09:174;0998[B  ]| usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in$4$ one is to$4$ Shakespeare, 
09:174;0999[B  ]| what the poor are not, always with him.  The note of banishment, 
09:174;1000[B  ]| banishment from the heart, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly 
09:174;1001[B  ]| from \The*Two*Gentlemen*of*Verona\ onward till Prospero breaks his staff, 
09:174;1002[B  ]| buries it certain fathoms in$4$ the earth and drowns his book.  It doubles itself 
09:174;1003[B  ]| in$4$ the middle of his life, reflects itself in$4$ another, repeats itself, protasis, 
09:174;1004[B  ]| epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.  It repeats itself again when he is near the 
09:174;1005[B  ]| grave, when his married daughter Susan, chip of the old block, is accused 
09:174;1006[B  ]| of adultery.  But it was the original sin that$6#1$ darkened his understanding, 
09:174;1007[B  ]| weakened his will$0$ and left in$4$ him a strong inclination to$4$ evil.  The words are 
09:174;1008[B  ]| those of my lords bishops of Maynooth.  An original sin and, like$4$ original 
09:174;1009[B  ]| sin, committed by$4$ another in$4$ whose sin he too has sinned.  It is between the 
09:174;1010[B  ]| lines of his last written words, it is petrified on$4$ his tombstone under which$6#1$ 
09:174;1011[B  ]| her four bones are not to$9$ be laid.  Age has not withered it.  Beauty and peace 
09:174;1012[B  ]| have not done it away.  It is in$4$ infinite variety everywhere in$4$ the world he 
09:174;1013[B  ]| has created, in$4$ \Much*Ado*about*Nothing\, twice in$4$ \As*You*Like*It\, in$4$ \The*Tempest\, 
09:174;1014[B  ]| in$4$ \Hamlet\, in$4$ \Measure*for*Measure\  ~~  and in$4$ all the other plays 
09:174;1015[B  ]| which$6#1$ I have not read.  
09:174;1016['  ]| He laughed to$9$ free his mind from his mind's bondage.  
09:174;1017['  ]| Judge*Eglinton summed up$5$.  
09:174;1018[ZX ]| ~~ The truth is midway, 
09:174;1018['  ]| he affirmed.  
09:174;1018[ZX ]| He is the ghost and the prince.  He is all 
09:174;1019[ZX ]| in$4$ all.  
09:174;1020[B  ]| ~~ He is, 
09:174;1020['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:174;1020[B  ]| The boy of act one is the mature man of act five.  All 
09:174;1021[B  ]| in$4$ all.  In$4$ \Cymbeline\, in$4$ \Othello\ he is bawd and cuckold.  He acts and is 
09:174;1022[B  ]| acted on$5$.  Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like$4$ Jose= he kills the real 
09:174;1023[B  ]| Carmen.  His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing 
09:174;1024[B  ]| that$3$ the moor in$4$ him shall suffer.  
09:175;1025[D  ]| ~~ Cuckoo!  Cuckoo!  
09:175;1025['  ]| Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly.  
09:175;1025[D  ]| O word of fear! 
09:175;1026['  ]| Dark dome received, reverbed.  
09:175;1027[ZX ]| ~~ And what a character is Iago!  
09:175;1027['  ]| undaunted John*Eglinton exclaimed.  
09:175;1028[ZX ]| When all is said Dumas \fils\ (or is it Dumas \pe`re\? ) is right.  After God 
09:175;1029[ZX ]| Shakespeare has created most.  
09:175;1030[B  ]| ~~ Man delights him not nor woman neither, 
09:175;1030['  ]| Stephen said.  
09:175;1030[B  ]| He returns after 
09:175;1031[B  ]| a life of absence to$4$ that$6#2$ spot of earth where he was born, where he has 
09:175;1032[B  ]| always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey of life 
09:175;1033[B  ]| ended, he plants his mulberrytree in$4$ the earth.  Then dies.  The motion is 
09:175;1034[B  ]| ended.  Gravediggers bury Hamlet \pe`re\ and Hamlet \fils\.  A king and a 
09:175;1035[B  ]| prince at last in$4$ death, with incidental music.  And, what though murdered 
09:175;1036[B  ]| and betrayed, bewept by$4$ all frail tender hearts for$4$, Dane or Dubliner, 
09:175;1037[B  ]| sorrow for$4$ the dead is the only husband from whom they refuse to$9$ be 
09:175;1038[B  ]| divorced.  If you like$1$ the epilogue look long on$4$ it:  prosperous Prospero, the 
09:175;1039[B  ]| good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, and nuncle Richie, the 
09:175;1040[B  ]| bad man taken off by$4$ poetic justice to$4$ the place where the bad niggers go.  
09:175;1041[B  ]| Strong curtain.  He found in$4$ the world without as actual what was in$4$ his 
09:175;1042[B  ]| world within as possible.  Maeterlinck says:  
09:175;1042[B  ]| \If Socrates leave his house today\
09:175;1043[B  ]| \he will$1$ find the sage seated on$4$ his doorstep.\ \If Judas go forth tonight it is to$4$\
09:175;1044[B  ]| \Judas his steps will$1$ tend.\ 
09:175;1044[B  ]| Every life is many days, day after day.  We walk 
09:175;1045[B  ]| through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, 
09:175;1046[B  ]| wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.  The 
09:175;1047[B  ]| playwright who$6#1$ wrote the folio of this world and wrote it badly (He gave us 
09:175;1048[B  ]| light first and the sun two days later), the lord of things as they are whom 
09:175;1049[B  ]| the most Roman of catholics call \dio boia\, hangman god, is doubtless all in$4$ 
09:175;1050[B  ]| all in$4$ all of us, ostler and butcher, and would be bawd and cuckold too but 
09:175;1051[B  ]| that$3$ in$4$ the economy of heaven, foretold by$4$ Hamlet, there are no$2$ more 
09:175;1052[B  ]| marriages, glorified man, an androgynous angel, being a wife unto himself.  
09:175;1053[D  ]| ~~ \Eureka!\ 
09:175;1053['  ]| Buck*Mulligan cried.  
09:175;1053[D  ]| \Eureka!\ 
09:175;1054['  ]| Suddenly happied he jumped up$5$ and reached in$4$ a stride John*Eglinton's 
09:175;1055['  ]| desk.  
09:175;1056[D  ]| ~~ May I?  
09:175;1056['  ]| he said.  
09:175;1056[D  ]| The Lord has spoken to$4$ Malachi.  
09:175;1057['  ]| He began to$9$ scribble on$4$ a slip of paper.  
09:175;1058@b   | Take some slips from the counter going out.  
09:175;1059[V  ]| ~~ Those who$6#1$ are married, 
09:175;1059['  ]| Mr*Best, douce herald, said, 
09:175;1059[V  ]| all save one, shall 
09:175;1060[V  ]| live.  The rest shall keep as they are.  
09:175;1061['  ]| He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton*Johannes, of arts a bachelor.  
09:175;1062@b   | Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they fingerponder nightly each his 
09:175;1063@b   | variorum edition of \The*Taming*of*the*Shrew\.  
09:175;1064[ZX ]| ~~ You are a delusion, 
09:175;1064['  ]| said roundly John*Eglinton to$4$ Stephen.  
09:175;1064[ZX ]| You have 
09:175;1065[ZX ]| brought us all this way to$9$ show us a French triangle.  Do you believe your 
09:175;1066[ZX ]| own theory?   
09:175;1067[B  ]| ~~ No$7$, 
09:175;1067['  ]| Stephen said promptly.  
09:175;1068[V  ]| ~~ Are you going to$9$ write it?  
09:175;1068['  ]| Mr*Best asked.  
09:175;1068[V  ]| You ought to$9$ make it a 
09:175;1069[V  ]| dialogue, do not you know, like$4$ the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.  
09:176;1070['  ]| John Eclecticon doubly smiled.  
09:176;1071[ZX ]| ~~ Well, in$4$ that$6#2$ case, 
09:176;1071['  ]| he said, 
09:176;1071[ZX ]| I do not see why you should expect payment for$4$ 
09:176;1072[ZX ]| it since you do not believe it yourself.  Dowden believes there is some mystery 
09:176;1073[ZX ]| in$4$ \Hamlet\ but will$1$ say no$2$ more.  Herr*Bleibtreu, the man Piper met in$4$ 
09:176;1074[ZX ]| Berlin, who$6#1$ is working up$5$ that$6#2$ Rutland theory, believes that$3$ the secret is 
09:176;1075[ZX ]| hidden in$4$ the Stratford monument.  He is going to$9$ visit the present duke, 
09:176;1076[ZX ]| Piper says, and prove to$4$ him that$6#2$ his ancestor wrote the plays.  It will$1$ come 
09:176;1077[ZX ]| as a surprise to$4$ his grace.  But he believes his theory.  
09:176;1078@b   | I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief.  That$6#2$ is, help me to$9$ believe or help 
09:176;1079@b   | me to$9$ unbelieve?  Who$6#2$ helps to$9$ believe?  \Egomen.\ Who$6#2$ to$9$ unbelieve?  Other 
09:176;1080@b   | chap.  
09:176;1081[ZX ]| ~~ You are the only contributor to$4$ \Dana\ who$6#1$ asks for$4$ pieces of silver.  Then 
09:176;1082[ZX ]| I do not know about the next number.  Fred*Ryan wants space for$4$ an article 
09:176;1083[ZX ]| on$4$ economics.  
09:176;1084@b   | Fraidrine.  Two pieces of silver he lent me.  Tide you over.  Economics.  
09:176;1085[B  ]| ~~ For$4$ a guinea, 
09:176;1085['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:176;1085[B  ]| you can publish this interview.  
09:176;1086['  ]| Buck*Mulligan stood up$5$ from his laughing scribbling, laughing:  and 
09:176;1087['  ]| then gravely said, honeying malice: 
09:176;1088[D  ]| ~~ I called upon$4$ the bard Kinch at his summer residence in$4$
09:176;1089[D  ]| upper*Mecklenburgh*street and found him deep in$4$ the study of the \Summa contra\
09:176;1090[D  ]| \Gentiles\ in$4$ the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh*Nelly and Rosalie, 
09:176;1091[D  ]| the coalquay whore.  
09:176;1092['  ]| He broke away.  
09:176;1093[D  ]| ~~ Come, Kinch.  Come, wandering Aengus of the birds.  
09:176;1094@b   | Come, Kinch.  You have eaten all we left.  Ay.  I will$1$ serve you your orts 
09:176;1095@b   | and offals.  
09:176;1096['  ]| Stephen rose.  
09:176;1097@b   | Life is many days.  This will$1$ end.  
09:176;1098[ZX ]| ~~ We shall see you tonight, 
09:176;1098['  ]| John*Eglinton said.  
09:176;1098[ZX ]| \Notre ami\ Moore says 
09:176;1099[ZX ]| Malachi*Mulligan must be there.  
09:176;1100['  ]| Buck*Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.  
09:176;1101[D  ]| ~~ Monsieur*Moore, 
09:176;1101['  ]| he said, 
09:176;1101[D  ]| lecturer on$4$ French letters to$4$ the youth of 
09:176;1102[D  ]| Ireland.  I will$1$ be there.  Come, Kinch, the bards must drink.  Can you walk 
09:176;1103[D  ]| straight?   
09:176;1104@b   | Laughing, he ~ 
09:176;1105@b   | Swill till eleven.  Irish nights entertainment.  
09:176;1106@b   | Lubber ~ 
09:176;1107@b   | Stephen followed a lubber ~ 
09:176;1108@b   | One day in$4$ the national library we had a discussion.  Shakes.  After.  
09:176;1109@b   | His lub back:  I followed.  I gall his kibe.  
09:176;1110['  ]| Stephen, greeting, then all amort, followed a lubber jester, a 
09:176;1111['  ]| wellkempt head, newbarbered, out of the vaulted cell into a shattering 
09:176;1112['  ]| daylight of no$2$ thought.  
09:176;1113@b   | What have I learned?  Of them?  Of me?   
09:176;1114@b   | Walk like$4$ Haines now.  
09:177;1115@b   | The constant readers' room.  In$4$ the readers' book 
09:177;1116@b   | Cashe*Boyle*O'Connor*Fitzmaurice*Tisdall*Farrell parafes his polysyllables.  Item:  was 
09:177;1117@b   | Hamlet mad?  The quaker's pate godlily with a priesteen in$4$ booktalk.  
09:177;1118[X  ]| ~~ O please do, sir ~ .  I shall be most pleased ~ 
09:177;1119['  ]| Amused Buck*Mulligan mused in$4$ pleasant murmur with himself, 
09:177;1120['  ]| selfnodding: 
09:177;1121[D  ]| ~~ A pleased bottom.  
09:177;1122@b   | The turnstile.  
09:177;1123@b   | Is that$6#2$ ~ ?  Blueribboned hat ~ ?  Idly writing ~ ?  What?  ~  Looked ~ ?   
09:177;1124@b   | The curving balustrade:  smoothsliding Mincius.  
09:177;1125['  ]| Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by$4$ step, iambing, trolling: 
09:177;1126[D  ]| ~~ \John*Eglinton, my jo, John,\ 
09:177;1127[D  ]| \Why will$1$ not you wed a wife?  \ 
09:177;1128['  ]| He spluttered to$4$ the air: 
09:177;1129[D  ]| ~~ O, the chinless Chinaman!  Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.  We went over to$4$ their 
09:177;1130[D  ]| playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers' hall.  Our players are creating a new 
09:177;1131[D  ]| art for$4$ Europe like$4$ the Greeks or M%*Maeterlinck.  Abbey*Theatre!  I smell 
09:177;1132[D  ]| the pubic sweat of monks.  
09:177;1133['  ]| He spat blank.  
09:177;1134@b   | Forgot:  any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him.  
09:177;1135@b   | And left the \femme de trente ans\.  And why no$2$ other children born?  And his 
09:177;1136@b   | first child a girl?   
09:177;1137@b   | Afterwit.  Go back.  
09:177;1138@b   | The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling, 
09:177;1139@b   | minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.  
09:177;1140[X  ]| Eh ~  I just eh ~  wanted ~  I forgot ~  eh ~ 
09:177;1141[D  ]| ~~ Longworth and M^'Curdy*Atkinson were there ~ 
09:177;1142['  ]| Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: 
09:177;1143[D  ]| ~~ \I\ \hardly hear the purlieu cry\ 
09:177;1144[D  ]| \Or a Tommy talk as I pass one by$5$\ 
09:177;1145[D  ]| \Before my thoughts begin to$9$ run\ 
09:177;1146[D  ]| \On$4$ F%*M^'Curdy*Atkinson,\ 
09:177;1147[D  ]| \The same that$6#1$ had the wooden leg\ 
09:177;1148[D  ]| \And that$6#2$ filibustering filibeg\ 
09:177;1149[D  ]| \That$6#1$ never dared to$9$ slake his drouth,\ 
09:177;1150[D  ]| \Magee that$6#1$ had the chinless mouth.\ 
09:177;1151[D  ]| \Being afraid to$9$ marry on$4$ earth\ 
09:177;1152[D  ]| \They masturbated for$4$ all they were worth.\ 
09:177;1153@b   | Jest on$5$.  Know thyself.  
09:177;1154@b   | Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me.  I halt.  
09:177;1155[D  ]| ~~ Mournful mummer, 
09:177;1155['  ]| Buck*Mulligan moaned.  
09:177;1155[D  ]| Synge has left off wearing 
09:177;1156[D  ]| black to$9$ be like$4$ nature.  Only crows, priests and English coal are black.  
09:177;1157['  ]| A laugh tripped over his lips.  
09:177;1158[D  ]| ~~ Longworth is awfully sick, 
09:177;1158['  ]| he said, 
09:177;1158[D  ]| after what you wrote about that$6#2$ old 
09:177;1159[D  ]| hake Gregory.  O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit!  She gets you a job on$4$ 
09:178;1160[D  ]| the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to$4$ Jaysus.  Could not you do 
09:178;1161[D  ]| the Yeats touch?   
09:178;1162['  ]| He went on$5$ and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful 
09:178;1163['  ]| arms: 
09:178;1164[D  ]| ~~ The most beautiful book that$6#1$ has come out of our country in$4$ my time.  
09:178;1165[D  ]| One thinks of Homer.  
09:178;1166['  ]| He stopped at the stairfoot.  
09:178;1167[D  ]| ~~ I have conceived a play for$4$ the mummers, 
09:178;1167['  ]| he said solemnly.  
09:178;1168['  ]| The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined.
09:178;1168@b   | Gone the nine men's 
09:178;1169@b   | morrice with caps of indices.  
09:178;1170['  ]| In$4$ sweetly varying voices Buck*Mulligan read his tablet: 
09:178;1171[D  ]| ~~ \Everyman*His*Own*Wife\ 
09:178;1172[D  ]| \or\ 
09:178;1173[D  ]| \A*Honeymoon*in*the*Hand\ 
09:178;1174[D  ]| (\a national immorality in$4$ three orgasms\) 
09:178;1175[D  ]| \by$4$\ 
09:178;1176[D  ]| \Ballocky Mulligan\ 
09:178;1177['  ]| He turned a happy patch's smirk to$4$ Stephen, saying: 
09:178;1178[D  ]| ~~ The disguise, I fear, is thin.  But listen.  
09:178;1179['  ]| He read, \marcato\: 
09:178;1180[D  ]| ~~ Characters: 
09:178;1181[D  ]| toby tostoff (a ruined Pole) 
09:178;1182[D  ]| crab{ (a bushranger) 
09:178;1183[D  ]| medical dick &%wb 
09:178;1184[D  ]| and &%wb (two birds with one stone) 
09:178;1185[D  ]| medical davy &.wb 
09:178;1186[D  ]| mother*grogan (a watercarrier) 
09:178;1187[D  ]| fresh nelly 
09:178;1188[D  ]| and 
09:178;1189[D  ]| rosalie (the coalquay whore).  
09:178;1190['  ]| He laughed, lolling a to$8$ and fro head, walking on$5$, followed by$4$ 
09:178;1191['  ]| Stephen:  and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men: 
09:178;1192[D  ]| ~~ O, the night in$4$ the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to$9$ lift 
09:178;1193[D  ]| their skirts to$9$ step over you as you lay in$4$ your mulberrycoloured, 
09:178;1194[D  ]| multicoloured, multitudinous vomit! 
09:178;1195[B  ]| ~~ The most innocent son of Erin, 
09:178;1195['  ]| Stephen said, 
09:178;1195[B  ]| for$4$ whom they ever lifted 
09:178;1196[B  ]| them.  
09:178;1197['  ]| About to$9$ pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood 
09:178;1198['  ]| aside.  
09:178;1199@b   | Part.  The moment is now.  Where then?  If Socrates leave his house 
09:178;1200@b   | today, if Judas go forth tonight.  Why?  That$6#2$ lies in$4$ space which$6#1$ I in$4$ time 
09:178;1201@b   | must come to$4$, ineluctably.  
09:178;1202@b   | My will$0$:  his will$0$ that$6#1$ fronts me.  Seas between.  
09:179;1203['  ]| A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.  
09:179;1204[D  ]| ~~ Good day again, 
09:179;1204['  ]| Buck*Mulligan said.  
09:179;1205@b   | The portico.  
09:179;1206@b   | Here I watched the birds for$4$ augury.  Aengus of the birds.  They go, 
09:179;1207@b   | they come.  Last night I flew.  Easily flew.  Men wondered.  Street of harlots 
09:179;1208@b   | after.  A creamfruit melon he held to$4$ me.  In$5$.  You will$1$ see.  
09:179;1209[D  ]| ~~ The wandering jew, 
09:179;1209['  ]| Buck*Mulligan whispered with clown's awe.  
09:179;1209[D  ]| Did you 
09:179;1210[D  ]| see his eye?  He looked upon$4$ you to$9$ lust after you.  I fear thee, ancient 
09:179;1211[D  ]| mariner.  O, Kinch, thou art in$4$ peril.  Get thee a breechpad.  
09:179;1212@b   | Manner of Oxenford.  
09:179;1213@b   | Day.  Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.  
09:179;1214['  ]| A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by$4$ the 
09:179;1215['  ]| gateway, under portcullis barbs.  
09:179;1216['  ]| They followed.  
09:179;1217@b   | Offend me still.  Speak on$5$.  
09:179;1218['  ]| Kind air defined the coigns of houses in$4$ Kildare*street.  
09:179;1218@b   | No$2$ birds.  
09:179;1218['  ]| Frail 
09:179;1219['  ]| from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in$4$ a flaw 
09:179;1220['  ]| of softness softly were blown.  
09:179;1221@b   | Cease to$9$ strive.  Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline:  hierophantic: 
09:179;1222@b   | from wide earth an altar.  
09:179;1223[Z  ]| \Laud we the gods\ ~~
09:179;1224[Z  ]| \And let our crooked smokes climb to$4$ their nostrils\ 
09:179;1225[Z  ]| \From our bless'd altars.\