005:001;00@@@@@| <MURPHY>
005:005;01[U  ]| <One>
005:005;01['  ]| The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Murphy
005:005;01['  ]| sat out of it, as though he were free, in a mew in West Brompton.
005:005;01['  ]| Here for what might have$1$ been six months he had eaten, drunk,
005:005;01['  ]| slept, and put his clothes on and off, in a medium-sized cage of north-western 
005:005;01['  ]| aspect commanding <an> a unbroken view of medium-sized cages
005:005;01['  ]| of south-eastern aspect. Soon he would have$1$ to$9$ make other arrangements,
005:005;01['  ]| for the mew had been condemned. Soon he would have$1$ to$9$
005:005;01['  ]| buckle to$5$ and start eating, drinking, sleeping, and putting his clothes
005:005;01['  ]| on and off, in quite alien surroundings.
005:005;01['  ]| He sat naked in his rocking-chair of undressed teak, guaranteed
005:005;01['  ]| not to$9$ crack, warp, shrink, corrode, or creak at night. It was his
005:005;01['  ]| own, it never left him. The corner in which he sat was curtained off
005:005;01['  ]| from the sun, the poor old sun in the Virgin again for the 
005:005;01['  ]| billionth time. Seven scarves held him in position. Two fastened his shins to$4$
005:005;01['  ]| the rockers, one his thighs to$4$ the seat, two his breast and belly to$4$
005:005;01['  ]| the back, one his wrists to$4$ the strut behind. Only the most local
005:005;01['  ]| movements were possible. Sweat poured off him, tightened the
005:005;01['  ]| thongs. The breath was not perceptible. The eyes, cold and unwavering 
005:005;01['  ]| as a gull's, stared up at <an> a iridescence splashed over the cornice
005:005;01['  ]| moulding, shrinking and fading. Somewhere a cuckoo-clock, having
005:005;01['  ]| struck between twenty and thirty, became the echo of a street-cry,
005:005;01['  ]| which now entering the mew gave /7Quid 7pro 7quo! 7Quid 7pro 7quo!/
005:005;01['  ]| directly.
005:006;01['  ]| were sights and sounds that he did not like. They detained
005:006;01['  ]| him in the world to$4$ which they belonged, but not he, as he fondly
005:006;01['  ]| hoped. He wondered dimly what was breaking up his sunlight, what
005:006;01['  ]| wares were being cried. Dimly, very dimly.
005:006;01['  ]| He sat in his chair in this way because it gave him pleasure! First
005:006;01['  ]| it gave his body pleasure, it appeased his body. Then it set him free
005:006;01['  ]| in his mind. For it was not until his body was appeased that he could
005:006;01['  ]| come alive in his mind, as described in section six. And life in his
005:006;01['  ]| mind gave him pleasure, such pleasure that pleasure was not the
005:006;01['  ]| word.
005:006;01['  ]| Murphy had lately studied under a man in Cork called Neary. This
005:006;01['  ]| man, at that time, could stop his heart more or less whenever he
005:006;01['  ]| liked and keep it stopped, within reasonable limits, for as long as he
005:006;01['  ]| liked. This rare faculty, acquired after years of application somewhere
005:006;01['  ]| north of the Nerbudda, he exercised frugally, reserving it for situations
005:006;01['  ]| irksome beyond endurance, as when he wanted a drink and
005:006;01['  ]| could not get one, or fell among Gaels and could not escape, or felt
005:006;01['  ]| the pangs of hopeless sexual inclination.
005:006;01['  ]| Murphy's purpose in going to$9$ sit at Neary's feet was not to$9$ develop
005:006;01['  ]| the Neary heart, which he thought would quickly prove fatal to$4$ a
005:006;01['  ]| man of his temper, but simply to$9$ invest his own with a little of what
005:006;01['  ]| Neary, at that time a Pythagorean, called the Apmonia. For Murphy
005:006;01['  ]| had such <an> a irrational heart that no physician could get to$4$ the root
005:006;01['  ]| of it. Inspected, palpated, auscultated, percussed, radiographed and
005:006;01['  ]| cardiographed, it was all that a heart should be$1$. Buttoned up and
005:006;01['  ]| left to$9$ perform, it was like Petrushka in his box. One moment in such
005:006;01['  ]| labour that it semed on the point of seizing, the next in such ebullition 
005:006;01['  ]| that it seemed on the point of bursting. It was the mediation
005:006;01['  ]| between these extremes that Neary called the Apmonia. When he got
005:006;01['  ]| tired of calling it the Apmonia he called it the Isonomy. When he got
005:006;01['  ]| sick of the sound of Isonomy he called it the Attunement. But he
005:006;01['  ]| might call it what he liked, into Murphy's heart it would not enter.
005:006;01['  ]| Neary could not blend the opposites in Murphy's heart.
005:006;01['  ]| Their farewell was memorable. Neary came out of one of his dead
005:006;01['  ]| sleeps and said:
005:006;01[B  ]| `Murphy, all life is figure and ground.'
005:006;01[A  ]| `But a wandering to$9$ find home,' 
005:006;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:006;01[B  ]| `The face,' 
005:006;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:006;01[B  ]| `or system of faces, against the big blooming 
005:006;01[B  ]| buzzing confusion. I think of Miss*Dwyer.'
005:007;01['  ]| Murphy could have$1$ thought of a Miss*Counihan. Neary clenched
005:007;01['  ]| his fists and raised them before his face.
005:007;01[B  ]| `To gain the affections of Miss*Dwyer,' 
005:007;01['  ]| he said, 
005:007;01[B  ]| 'even for one short
005:007;01[B  ]| hour, would benefit me no end.'
005:007;01['  ]| The knuckles stood out white under the skin in the usual way ~~
005:007;01['  ]| that was the position. The hands then opened quite correctly to$4$ the
005:007;01['  ]| utmost limit of their compass ~~ that was the negation. It now seemed
005:007;01['  ]| to$4$ Murphy that there were two equally legitimate ways in which the
005:007;01['  ]| gesture might be$1$ concluded, and the sublation effected. The hands
005:007;01['  ]| might be$1$ clapped to$4$ the head in a smart gesture of despair, or let
005:007;01['  ]| fall limply to$4$ the seams of the trousers, supposing that to$9$ have$1$ been
005:007;01['  ]| their point of departure. Judge then of his annoyance when Neary
005:007;01['  ]| clenched them again more violently than before and dashed them
005:007;01['  ]| against his breast-bone.
005:007;01[B  ]| `Half <an> a hour,' 
005:007;01['  ]| he said, 
005:007;01[B  ]| `fifteen minutes.'
005:007;01[A  ]| `And then?' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:007;01[A  ]| `Back to$4$ Teneriffe and the apes?'
005:007;01[B  ]| `You may sneer,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:007;01[B  ]| `and you may scoff, but the fact
005:007;01[B  ]| remains that all is dross, for the moment at any rate, that is not 
005:007;01[B  ]| Miss*Dwyer. The one closed figure in the waste without form, and void!
005:007;01[B  ]| My tetrakyt!'
005:007;01['  ]| Of such was Neary's love for Miss*Dwyer, who loved a 
005:007;01['  ]| Flight-Lieutenant*Elliman, who loved a Miss*Farren of Ringsakiddy, who
005:007;01['  ]| loved a Father*Fitt of Ballinclashet, who in all sincerity was bound
005:007;01['  ]| to$9$ acknowledge a certain vocation for a Mrs*West of Passage, who
005:007;01['  ]| loved Neary.
005:007;01[B  ]| `Love requited,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:007;01[B  ]| `is a short circuit,' 
005:007;01['  ]| a ball that gave rise
005:007;01['  ]| to$4$ a sparkling rally.
005:007;01[B  ]| `The love that lifts up its eyes,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:007;01[B  ]| `being in
005:007;01[B  ]| torment; that
005:007;01[B  ]| craves for the tip of her$2$ little finger, dipped in lacquer, to$9$ cool its
005:007;01[B  ]| tongue ~~ is foreign to$4$ you, Murphy, I take it.'
005:007;01[A  ]| `Greek,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:007;01[B  ]| `Or put it another way,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Neary; 
005:007;01[B  ]| `the single, brilliant, organized,
005:007;01[B  ]| compact blotch in the tumult of heterogeneous stimulation.'
005:007;01[A  ]| `Blotch is the word,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:007;01[B  ]| `Just so,' 
005:007;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:007;01[B  ]| `Now pay attention to$4$ this. For whatever
005:007;01[B  ]| reason you can not love ~~ But there is a Miss*Counihan, Murphy, is
005:007;01[B  ]| there not?'
005:007;01['  ]| There was indeed a Miss*Counihan.
005:007;01[B  ]| `Now say you were invited to$9$ define let us say$1$ your commerce with
005:008;01[B  ]| this Miss*Counihan, Murphy,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:008;01[B  ]| `Come now, Murphy.'
005:008;01[A  ]| `Precordial,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:008;01[A  ]| `rather than cordial. Tired. Cork County.
005:008;01[A  ]| Depraved.'
005:008;01[B  ]| `Just so,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:008;01[B  ]| `Now then. For whatever reason you can not
005:008;01[B  ]| love in my way, and believe me there is no other, for that same
005:008;01[B  ]| reason, whatever it may be$1$, your heart is as it is. And again for that
005:008;01[B  ]| same reason ~~'
005:008;01[A  ]| `Whatever it may be$1$,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:008;01[B  ]| `I can do$1$ nothing for you,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:008;01[A  ]| `God bless my soul,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:008;01[B  ]| `Just so,' 
005:008;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:008;01[B  ]| `I should say$1$ your conarium has shrunk to$4$
005:008;01[B  ]| nothing.'
005:008;01['  ]| He worked up the chair to$4$ its maximum rock, then relaxed. Slowly
005:008;01['  ]| the world died down, the big world where /7Quid 7pro 7quo/ was cried as
005:008;01['  ]| wares and the light never waned the same way twice; in favour of
005:008;01['  ]| the little, as described in section six, where he could love
005:008;01['  ]| himself.
005:008;01['  ]| A foot from his ear the telephone burst into its rail. He had neglected 
005:008;01['  ]| to$9$ take down the receiver. If he did not answer it at once his
005:008;01['  ]| landlady would come running to$9$ do$1$ so, or some other lodger. Then
005:008;01['  ]| he would be$1$ discovered, for his door was not locked. There was no
005:008;01['  ]| means of locking his door. It was a strange room, the door
005:008;01['  ]| hanging
005:008;01['  ]| off its hinges, and yet a telephone. But its last occupant had been
005:008;01['  ]| a harlot, long past her$2$ best, which had been scarlet. The telephone
005:008;01['  ]| that she had found useful in her$2$ prime, in her$2$ decline she found indispensable.
005:008;01['  ]| For the only money she made was when a client from
005:008;01['  ]| the old days rang her$6$ up. Then she was indemnified for having been
005:008;01['  ]| put to$4$ unnecessary inconvenience.
005:008;01['  ]| Murphy could not free his hand. Every moment he expected to$9$
005:008;01['  ]| hear the urgent step of his landlady on the stairs, or of some other
005:008;01['  ]| lodger. The loud calm crake of the telephone mocked him. At last he
005:008;01['  ]| freed a hand and seized the receiver, which in his agitation he clapped
005:008;01['  ]| to$4$ his head instead of dashing to$4$ the ground.
005:008;01[A  ]| `God blast you,' 
005:008;01['  ]| he said.
005:008;01[C  ]| `He is doing so,' 
005:008;01['  ]| she replied. Celia.
005:008;01['  ]| He laid the receiver hastily in his lap. The part of him that he
005:008;01['  ]| hated craved for Celia, the part that he loved shrivelled up at the
005:008;01['  ]| thought of her$6$. The voice lamented faintly against his flesh. He bore
005:008;01['  ]| it for a little. then took up the receiver and said:
005:009;01[A  ]| 'Are you never coming back?'
005:009;01[C  ]| 'I have it,' 
005:009;01['  ]| she said.
005:009;01[A  ]| 'Do not I know,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:009;01[C  ]| 'I do not mean that,' 
005:009;01['  ]| she said, 
005:009;01[C  ]| 'I mean what you told me ~~'
005:009;01[A  ]| 'I know what you mean,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:009;01[C  ]| 'Meet me at the usual at the usual,' 
005:009;01['  ]| she said. 
005:009;01[C  ]| 'I will have$1$ it with me.'
005:009;01[A  ]| 'That is not possible,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:009;01[A  ]| 'I expect a friend.'
005:009;01[C  ]| 'You have no friends,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:009;01[A  ]| 'Well,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:009;01[A  ]| 'not exactly a friend, a funny old chap I ran
005:009;01[A  ]| into.'
005:009;01[C  ]| 'You can get rid of him before then,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:009;01[A  ]| 'That is not possible,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:009;01[C  ]| 'Then I will bring it round,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:009;01[A  ]| 'You must not do$1$ that,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:009;01[C  ]| 'Why do not you want to$9$ see me?' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:009;01[A  ]| 'How often have I to$9$ tell you,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:009;01[A  ]| 'I ~~'
005:009;01[C  ]| 'Listen to$4$ me,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:009;01[C  ]| 'I do not believe in your funny old chap.
005:009;01[C  ]| There is not any such animal.'
005:009;01['  ]| Murphy said nothing. The self that he tried to$9$ love was tired.
005:009;01[C  ]| 'I will be$1$ with you at nine,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:009;01[C  ]| 'and I will have$1$ it with me. If
005:009;01[C  ]| you are not there ~~'
005:009;01[A  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:009;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:009;01[A  ]| 'Suppose I have to$9$ go out?'
005:009;01[C  ]| 'Goodbye.'
005:009;01['  ]| He listened for a little to$4$ the dead line, he dropped the receiver on
005:009;01['  ]| the floor, he fastened his hand back to$4$ the strut, he worked up the
005:009;01['  ]| chair. Slowly he felt better, astir in his mind, in the freedom of that
005:009;01['  ]| light and dark that did not clash, nor alternate, nor fade nor lighten
005:009;01['  ]| except to$4$ their communion, as described in section six. The rock got
005:009;01['  ]| faster and faster, shorter and shorter, the iridescence was gone, the
005:009;01['  ]| cry in the mew was gone, soon his body would be$1$ quiet. Most things
005:009;01['  ]| under the moon got slower and slower and then stopped, a rock got
005:009;01['  ]| faster and faster and then stopped. Soon his body would be$1$ quiet,
005:009;01['  ]| soon he would be$1$ free.
005:010;00[U  ]| <Two>
005:010;01['  ]| Age ~~ Unimportant
005:010;01['  ]| Head ~~ Small and round
005:010;01['  ]| Eyes ~~ Green
005:010;01['  ]| Complexion ~~ White
005:010;01['  ]| Hair ~~ Yellow
005:010;01['  ]| Features ~~ Mobile
005:010;01['  ]| Neck ~~ 13 3/4"
005:010;01['  ]| Upper arm ~~ 11"
005:010;01['  ]| Forearm ~~ 9 1/2"
005:010;01['  ]| Wrist ~~ 6"
005:010;01['  ]| Bust ~~ 34"
005:010;01['  ]| Waist ~~ 27"
005:010;01['  ]| Hips, etc ~~ 35"
005:010;01['  ]| Thigh ~~ 21 3/4"
005:010;01['  ]| Knee ~~ 13 3/4
005:010;01['  ]| Calf ~~ 13"
005:010;01['  ]| Ankle ~~ 8 1/4"
005:010;01['  ]| Instep ~~ Unimportant
005:010;01['  ]| Height ~~ 5' 4"
005:010;01['  ]| Weight ~~ 123 lb
005:010;01['  ]| She stormed away from the callbox, accompanied delightedly by
005:010;01['  ]| her$2$ hips, etc. The fiery darts encompassing her$6$ about of the amorously
005:011;01['  ]| disposed were quenched as tow. She entered the saloon bar of a
005:011;01['  ]| Chef and Brewer and had a sandwich of prawn and tomato and a
005:011;01['  ]| dock glass of white port off the zinc. She then made her$2$ way rapidly
005:011;01['  ]| on foot, followed by four football pool collectors at four
005:011;01['  ]| shillings in
005:011;01['  ]| the pound commission, to$4$ the apartment in Tyburnia of her$2$ paternal
005:011;01['  ]| grandfather, Mr*Willoughby*Kelly. She kept nothing from Mr*Kelly
005:011;01['  ]| except what she thought might give him pain, ie, next to$4$ nothing.
005:011;01['  ]| She had left Ireland at the age of four.
005:011;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly's face was narrow and profoundly seamed with a life-time 
005:011;01['  ]| of dingy, stingy repose. Just as all hope seemed lost it burst
005:011;01['  ]| into a fine bulb of skull, unobscured by hair. Yet a little while and
005:011;01['  ]| his brain-body ratio would have$1$ sunk to$4$ that of a small bird. He lay
005:011;01['  ]| back in bed, doing nothing, unless <an> a occasional pluck at the counter-pane
005:011;01['  ]| be entered to$4$ his credit.
005:011;01[C  ]| 'You are all I have in the world,' 
005:011;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:011;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly nestled.
005:011;01[C  ]| 'You,' 
005:011;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:011;01[C  ]| 'and possibly Murphy.'
005:011;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly started up in the bed. His eyes could not very well
005:011;01['  ]| protrude,
005:011;01['  ]| so deeply were they imbedded, but they could open, and this
005:011;01['  ]| they did.
005:011;01[C  ]| 'I have not spoken to$4$ you of Murphy,' 
005:011;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:011;01[C  ]| 'because I thought
005:011;01[C  ]| it might give you pain.'
005:011;01[D  ]| 'Pain my rump,' 
005:011;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:011;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly fell back in the bed, which closed his eyes, as though he
005:011;01['  ]| were a doll. He desired Celia to$9$ sit down, but she preferred to$9$ pace
005:011;01['  ]| to$8$ and fro, clasping and unclasping her$2$ hands, in the usual
005:011;01['  ]| manner.
005:011;01['  ]| The friendship of a pair of hands.
005:011;01['  ]| Celia's account, expurgated, accelerated, improved and reduced,
005:011;01['  ]| of how she came to$9$ have$1$ to$9$ speak of Murphy, gives the following.
005:011;01['  ]| When her$2$ parents, Mr and Mrs*Quentin*Kelly died, which they did
005:011;01['  ]| clinging warmly to$4$ their respective partners in the ill-fated /Morro/
005:011;01['  ]| /Castle,/ Celia, being <an> a only child, went on the street. While this
005:011;01['  ]| was a step to$4$ which Mr*Willoughby*Kelly could not whole-heartedly
005:011;01['  ]| subscribe, yet he did not attempt to$9$ dissuade her$2$. She was a good
005:011;01['  ]| girl, she would do$1$ well.
005:011;01['  ]| It was on the street, the previous midsummer's night, the sun
005:011;01['  ]| being then in the Crab, that she met Murphy. She had turned out of
005:011;01['  ]| Edith Grove into Cremorne Road, intending to$9$ refresh herself with
005:011;01['  ]| a smell of the Reach and then return by Lot's Road, when chancing
005:012;01['  ]| to$9$ glance to$4$ her$2$ right she saw, motionless in the mouth of Stadium
005:012;01['  ]| Street, considering alternately the sky and a sheet of paper, a man.
005:012;01['  ]| Murphy.
005:012;01[D  ]| 'But I beseech you,' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:012;01[D  ]| 'be less beastly 
005:012;01[D  ]| circumstantial. The junction for example of Edith Grove, Cremorne Road and Stadium
005:012;01[D  ]| Street, is indifferent to$4$ me. Get up to$4$ your man.'
005:012;01['  ]| She halted ~~ 
005:012;01[D  ]| 'Get away! ' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly ~~ set herself off in the line
005:012;01['  ]| that his eyes must take on their next declension and waited. When
005:012;01['  ]| his head moved at last, it was to$9$ fall with such abandon on his
005:012;01['  ]| breast that he caught and lost sight of her$6$ simultaneously. He did not
005:012;01['  ]| immediately hoist it back to$4$ the level at which she could be$1$ assessed
005:012;01['  ]| in comfort, but occupied himself with his sheet. If on his eyes' way
005:012;01['  ]| back to$4$ the eternities she were still in position, he would bid them
005:012;01['  ]| stay and assess her$2$.
005:012;01[D  ]| 'How do you know all this?' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:012;01[C  ]| 'What?' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:012;01[D  ]| 'All these demented particulars,' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:012;01[C  ]| 'He tells me everything,' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:012;01[D  ]| 'Lay off them,' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. 
005:012;01[D  ]| 'Get up to$4$ your man.'
005:012;01['  ]| When Murphy had found what he sought on the sheet he
005:012;01['  ]| dispatched
005:012;01['  ]| his head on its upward journey. Clearly the effort was
005:012;01['  ]| considerable. A little short of halfway, grateful for the breather, he
005:012;01['  ]| arrested the movement and gazed at Celia. For perhaps two minutes
005:012;01['  ]| she suffered this gladly, then with outstretched arms began slowly to$9$
005:012;01['  ]| rotate ~~ 
005:012;01[D  ]| 'Brava!' 
005:012;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly ~~ like the Roussel dummy in Regent
005:012;01['  ]| Street. When she came full circle she found, as she had fully expected,
005:012;01['  ]| the eyes of Murphy still open and upon her$2$. But almost at once they
005:012;01['  ]| closed, as for a supreme exertion, the jaws clenched, the chin jutted,
005:012;01['  ]| the knees sagged, the hypogastrium came forward, the mouth opened,
005:012;01['  ]| the head tilted slowly back. Murphy was returning to$4$ the
005:012;01['  ]| brightness of the firmament.
005:012;01['  ]| Celia's course was clear: the water. The temptation to$9$ enter it was
005:012;01['  ]| strong, but she set it aside. There would be$1$ time for that. She walked
005:012;01['  ]| to$4$ a point about halfway between the Battersea and Albert Bridges
005:012;01['  ]| and sat down on a bench between a Chelsea pensioner and <an> a
005:012;01['  ]| Eldorado hokey-pokey man, who had dismounted from his cruel
005:012;01['  ]| machine and was enjoying a short interlude in paradise. Artists of
005:012;01['  ]| every kind, writers, underwriters, devils, ghosts, columnists, musicians, 
005:012;01['  ]| Iyricists, organists, painters and decorators, sculptors and
005:013;01['  ]| statuaries, critics and reviewers, major and minor, drunk and sober,
005:013;01['  ]| laughing and crying, in schools and singly, passed up and down. A
005:013;01['  ]| flotilla of barges, heaped high with waste paper of many colours,
005:013;01['  ]| riding at anchor or aground on the mud, waved to$4$ her$6$ from across
005:013;01['  ]| the water. A funnel vailed to$4$ Battersea Bridge. A tug and barge,
005:013;01['  ]| coupled abreast, foamed happily out of the Reach. The Eldorado man
005:013;01['  ]| slept in a heap, the Chelsea pensioner tore at his scarlet tunic, exclaiming:
005:013;01[W  ]| 'Hell roast this weather, I shill niver fergit it.' 
005:013;01['  ]| The clock of
005:013;01['  ]| Chelsea Old Church ground out grudgingly the hour of ten. Celia rose
005:013;01['  ]| and walked back the way she had come. But instead of keeping
005:013;01['  ]| straight on into Lot's Road, as she had hoped, she found herself
005:013;01['  ]| dragged to$4$ the right into Cremorne Road. He was still in the mouth
005:013;01['  ]| of Stadium Street, in a modified attitude.
005:013;01[D  ]| 'Hell roast this story,' 
005:013;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:013;01[D  ]| 'I shall never remember it.'
005:013;01['  ]| Murphy had crossed his legs, pocketed his hands, dropped the
005:013;01['  ]| sheet and was staring straight before him. Celia now accosted him
005:013;01['  ]| in form ~~ 
005:013;01[D  ]| 'Wretched girl!' 
005:013;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly ~~ whereupon they walked
005:013;01['  ]| off happily arm-in-arm, leaving the star chart for June lying in the gutter.
005:013;01[D  ]| 'This is where we put on the light,' 
005:013;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:013;01['  ]| Celia put on the light and turned Mr*Kelly's pillows.
005:013;01['  ]| From that time forward they were indispensable the one to$4$ the
005:013;01['  ]| other.
005:013;01[D  ]| 'Hey! ' 
005:013;01['  ]| exclaimed Mr*Kelly, 
005:013;01[D  ]| 'do not skip about like that, will you?
005:013;01[D  ]| You walked away happily arm-in-arm. What happened then?'
005:013;01['  ]| Celia loved Murphy, Murphy loved Celia, it was a striking case
005:013;01['  ]| of love requited. It dated from that first long lingering look
005:013;01['  ]| exchanged in the mouth of Stadium Street, not from their walking away
005:013;01['  ]| arm-in-arm nor any subsequent accident. It was the condition of their
005:013;01['  ]| walking away, etc, as Murphy had shown her$6$ many times in Barbara,
005:013;01['  ]| Baccardi and Baroko, though never in Bramantip. Every moment that
005:013;01['  ]| Celia spent away from Murphy seemed <an> a eternity devoid of
005:013;01['  ]| significance, and Murphy for his part expressed the same thought if possible
005:013;01['  ]| more strongly in the words: 
005:013;01[A  ]| 'What is my life now but Celia?'
005:013;01['  ]| On the following Sunday, the moon being at conjunction, he
005:013;01['  ]| proposed to$4$ her$6$ in the Battersea Park sub-tropical garden, immediately
005:013;01['  ]| following the ringing of the bell.
005:013;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly groaned.
005:013;01['  ]| Celia accepted.
005:014;01[D  ]| 'Wretched girl,' 
005:014;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:014;01[D  ]| 'most wretched.'
005:014;01['  ]| Resting on Campanella's \City of the Sun,\ Murphy said they must
005:014;01['  ]| get married by hook or by crook before the moon came into
005:014;01['  ]| opposition. Now it was September, the sun was back in the Virgin, and
005:014;01['  ]| their relationship had not yet been regularized.
005:014;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly saw no reason why he should contain himself any longer.
005:014;01['  ]| He started up in the bed, which opened his eyes, as he knew
005:014;01['  ]| perfectly well it would, and wanted to$9$ know the who, what, where, by
005:014;01['  ]| what means, why, in what way and when. Scratch <an> a old man and
005:014;01['  ]| find a Quintilian.
005:014;01[D  ]| 'Who is this Murphy,' 
005:014;01['  ]| he cried, 
005:014;01[D  ]| 'for whom you have been
005:014;01[D  ]| neglecting your work, as I presume? What is he? Where does he come from?
005:014;01[D  ]| What is his family? What does he do$1$? Has he any money? Has he
005:014;01[D  ]| any prospects? Has he any retrospects? Is he, has he, anything at all?'
005:014;01['  ]| Taking the first point first, Celia replied that Murphy was ~~ Murphy.
005:014;01['  ]| Continuing then in <an> a orderly manner she revealed that he belonged
005:014;01['  ]| to$4$ no profession or trade; came from Dublin ~~ 
005:014;01[D  ]| 'My God!' 
005:014;01['  ]| said 
005:014;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly ~~ knew of one uncle, a Mr*Quigley, a well-to-do ne'er-do-well,
005:014;01['  ]| resident in Holland, with whom he strove to$9$ correspond; did nothing
005:014;01['  ]| that she could discern; sometimes had the price of a concert; believed
005:014;01['  ]| that the future held great things in store for him; and never ripped up
005:014;01['  ]| old stories. He was Murphy. He had Celia.
005:014;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly mustered all his hormones.
005:014;01[D  ]| 'What does he live on?' 
005:014;01['  ]| he shrieked.
005:014;01[C  ]| 'Small charitable sums,' 
005:014;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:014;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly fell back. His bolt was shot. The heavens were free to$9$ fall.
005:014;01['  ]| Celia now came to$4$ that part of her$2$ relation which she rather
005:014;01['  ]| despaired of explaining to$4$ Mr*Kelly, because she did not properly
005:014;01['  ]| understand it herself. She knew that if by any means she could insert the
005:014;01['  ]| problem into that immense cerebrum, the solution would be$1$ returned
005:014;01['  ]| as though by clockwork. Pacing to$8$ and fro at a slightly faster rate,
005:014;01['  ]| racking her$2$ brain which was not very large for the best way to$9$ say$1$ it,
005:014;01['  ]| she felt she had come to$4$ <an> a even more crucial junction in her$2$ affairs
005:014;01['  ]| than that composed by Edith Grove, Cremorne Road and Stadium
005:014;01['  ]| Street.
005:014;01[C  ]| 'You are all I have in the world,' 
005:014;01['  ]| she said.
005:014;01[D  ]| 'I,' 
005:014;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:014;01[D  ]| 'and possibly Murphy.'
005:014;01[C  ]| 'There is no one else in the world,' 
005:014;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:014;01[C  ]| 'least of all Murphy,
005:014;01[C  ]| that I could speak to$5$ of this.'
005:015;01[D  ]| 'You mollify me,' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:015;01['  ]| Celia halted, raised her$2$ clasped hands though she knew his eyes
005:015;01['  ]| were closed and said:
005:015;01[C  ]| 'Will you please pay attention to$4$ this, tell me what it means and
005:015;01[C  ]| what I am to$9$ do$1$?'
005:015;01[D  ]| 'Stop!' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. His attention could not be$1$ mobilized like
005:015;01['  ]| that at a moment's notice. His attention was dispersed. Part was
005:015;01['  ]| with his caecum, which was wagging its tail again; part with his
005:015;01['  ]| extremities, which were dragging anchor; part with his boyhood;
005:015;01['  ]| and so on. All this would have$1$ to$9$ be$1$ called in. When he felt enough
005:015;01['  ]| had been scraped together he said:
005:015;01[D  ]| 'Go!'
005:015;01['  ]| Celia spent every penny she earned and Murphy earned no pennies.
005:015;01['  ]| His honourable independence was based on <an> a understanding with
005:015;01['  ]| his landlady, in pursuance of which she sent exquisitely cooked
005:015;01['  ]| accounts to$4$ Mr*Quigley and handed over the difference, less a reasonable
005:015;01['  ]| commission, to$4$ Murphy. This superb arrangement enabled him
005:015;01['  ]| to$9$ consume away at pretty well his own gait, but was inadequate for
005:015;01['  ]| a domestic establishment, no matter how frugal. The position was
005:015;01['  ]| further complicated by the shadows of a clearance area having fallen,
005:015;01['  ]| not so much on Murphy's abode as on Murphy's landlady. And it
005:015;01['  ]| was certain that the least appeal to$4$ Mr*Quigley would be$1$ severely
005:015;01['  ]| punished. 
005:015;01[A  ]| 'Shall I bite the hand that starves me,' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:015;01[A  ]| 'to$9$
005:015;01[A  ]| have$1$ it throttle me?'
005:015;01['  ]| Surely between them they could contrive to$9$ earn a little. Murphy
005:015;01['  ]| thought so, with a look of such filthy intelligence as left her$6$, self-aghast,
005:015;01['  ]| needing him still. Murphy's respect for the imponderables
005:015;01['  ]| of personality was profound, he took the miscarriage of his tribute
005:015;01['  ]| very nicely. If she felt she could not, why then she could not, and
005:015;01['  ]| that was all. Liberal to$4$ a fault, that was Murphy.
005:015;01[D  ]| 'So far I keep abreast,' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. 
005:015;01[D  ]| 'There is just this tribute ~~'
005:015;01[C  ]| 'I have tried so hard to$9$ understand that,' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:015;01[D  ]| 'But what makes you think a tribute was intended?' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:015;01[C  ]| 'I tell you he keeps nothing from me,' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:015;01[D  ]| 'Did it go something like this?' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. 
005:015;01[D  ]| '"I pay you the
005:015;01[D  ]| highest tribute that a man can pay a woman, and you throw a
005:015;01[D  ]| scene."'
005:015;01[C  ]| 'Hark to$4$ the wind,'
005:015;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:015;01[D  ]| 'Damn your eyes,' 
005:015;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:015;01[D  ]| 'did he or did not he?'
005:016;01[C  ]| 'It is not a bad guess,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:016;01[D  ]| 'Guess my rump,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. 
005:016;01[D  ]| 'It is the formula.'
005:016;01[C  ]| 'So long as one of us understands,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:016;01['  ]| In respecting what he called the Archeus, Murphy did no more
005:016;01['  ]| than as he would be$1$ done by. He was consequently aggrieved when
005:016;01['  ]| Celia suggested that he might try his hand at something more remunerative
005:016;01['  ]| than apperceiving himself into a glorious grave and
005:016;01['  ]| checking the starry concave, and would not take the anguish on his
005:016;01['  ]| face for <an> a answer. 
005:016;01[A  ]| 'Did I press you?' 
005:016;01['  ]| he said. 
005:016;01[A  ]| 'No. Do you press me?
005:016;01[A  ]| Yes. Is that equitable? My sweet.'
005:016;01[D  ]| 'Will you conclude now as rapidly as possible,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. 
005:016;01[D  ]| 'I
005:016;01[D  ]| weary of Murphy.'
005:016;01['  ]| He begged her$6$ to$9$ believe him when he said he could not earn. Had
005:016;01['  ]| he not already sunk a small fortune in attempts to$9$ do$1$ so? He begged
005:016;01['  ]| her$6$ to$9$ believe that he was a chronic emeritus. But it was not altogether
005:016;01['  ]| a question of economy. There were metaphysical considerations,
005:016;01['  ]| in whose gloom it appeared that the night had come in which
005:016;01['  ]| no Murphy could work. Was Ixion under any contract to$9$ keep his
005:016;01['  ]| wheel in nice running order? Had any provision been made for
005:016;01['  ]| Tantalus to$9$ eat salt? Not that Murphy had ever heard of.
005:016;01[C  ]| 'But we can not go on without any money,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:016;01[A  ]| 'Providence will provide,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:016;01['  ]| The imperturbable negligence of Providence to$9$ provide goaded
005:016;01['  ]| them to$4$ such transports as West Brompton had not known since
005:016;01['  ]| the Earl's Court Exhibition. They said little. Sometimes Murphy
005:016;01['  ]| would begin to$9$ make a point, sometimes he may have$1$ even finished
005:016;01['  ]| making one, it was hard to$9$ say$1$. For example, early one morning he
005:016;01['  ]| said: 
005:016;01[A  ]| 'The hireling fleeth because he is <an> a hireling.' 
005:016;01['  ]| Was that a point?
005:016;01['  ]| And again: 
005:016;01[A  ]| 'What shall a man give in exchange for Celia?' 
005:016;01['  ]| Was that
005:016;01['  ]| a point?
005:016;01[D  ]| 'Those were points undoubtedly,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:016;01['  ]| When there was no money left and no bill to$9$ be$1$ cooked for another
005:016;01['  ]| week, Celia said that either Murphy got work or she left him and
005:016;01['  ]| went back to$4$ hers. Murphy said work would be$1$ the end of them
005:016;01['  ]| both.
005:016;01[D  ]| 'Points one and two,' 
005:016;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:016;01['  ]| Celia had not been long back on the street when Murphy wrote
005:016;01['  ]| imploring her$6$ to$9$ return. She telephoned to$9$ say$1$ that she would return
005:016;01['  ]| if he undertook to$9$ look for work. Otherwise it was useless. He rang
005:017;01['  ]| off while she was still speaking. Then he wrote again saying he was
005:017;01['  ]| starved out and would do$1$ as she wished. But as there was no
005:017;01['  ]| possibility of his finding in himself any reason for work taking one form
005:017;01['  ]| rather than another, would she kindly procure a corpus of
005:017;01['  ]| incentives based on the only system outside his own in which he felt the least
005:017;01['  ]| confidence, that of the heavenly bodies. In Berwick Market there was
005:017;01['  ]| a swami who cast excellent nativities for sixpence. She knew the
005:017;01['  ]| year and date of the unhappy event, the time did not matter. The
005:017;01['  ]| science that had got over Jacob and Esau would not insist on the
005:017;01['  ]| precise moment of vagitus. He would attend to$4$ the matter himself,
005:017;01['  ]| were it not that he was down to$4$ fourpence.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'And now I ring him up,' 
005:017;01['  ]| concluded Celia, 
005:017;01[C  ]| 'to$9$ tell him I have it,
005:017;01[C  ]| and he tries to$9$ choke me off.'
005:017;01[D  ]| 'It?' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'What he told me to$9$ get,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:017;01[D  ]| 'Are you afraid to$9$ call it by its name?' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'That is all,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:017;01[C  ]| 'Now tell me what to$9$ do$1$, because I have
005:017;01[C  ]| to$9$ go.'
005:017;01['  ]| Drawing himself up for the third time in the bed Mr*Kelly said:
005:017;01[D  ]| 'Approach, my child.'
005:017;01['  ]| Celia sat down on the edge of the bed, their four hands mingled
005:017;01['  ]| on the counterpane, they gazed at one another in silence.
005:017;01[D  ]| 'You are crying, my child,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly. Not a thing escaped him.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'How can a person love you and go on like that?' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:017;01[C  ]| 'Tell
005:017;01[C  ]| me how it is possible.'
005:017;01[D  ]| 'He is saying the same about you,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'To$4$ his funny old chap,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:017;01[D  ]| 'I beg your pardon,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'No matter,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:017;01[C  ]| 'Hurry up and tell me what to$9$ do$1$.'
005:017;01[D  ]| 'Approach, my child,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, slipping away a little from
005:017;01['  ]| his surroundings.
005:017;01[C  ]| 'Damn it, I am approached,' 
005:017;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:017;01[C  ]| 'Do you want me to$9$ get in
005:017;01[C  ]| beside you?'
005:017;01['  ]| The blue glitter of Mr*Kelly's eyes in the uttermost depths of their
005:017;01['  ]| orbits became fixed, then veiled by the classical pythonic glaze. He
005:017;01['  ]| raised his left hand, where Celia's tears had not yet dried, and seated
005:017;01['  ]| it pronate on the crown of his skull ~~ that was the position. In vain.
005:017;01['  ]| He raised his right hand and laid the forefinger along his nose. He
005:017;01['  ]| then returned both hands to$4$ their point of departure with Celia's
005:018;01['  ]| on the counterpane, the glitter came back into his eye and he pronounced:
005:018;01[D  ]| 'Chuck him.'
005:018;01['  ]| Celia made to$9$ rise, Mr*Kelly pinioned her$2$ wrists.
005:018;01[D  ]| 'Sever your connexion with this Murphy,' 
005:018;01['  ]| he said, 
005:018;01[D  ]| 'before it is
005:018;01[D  ]| too late.'
005:018;01[C  ]| 'Let me go,' 
005:018;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:018;01[D  ]| 'Terminate <an> a intercourse that must prove fatal,' 
005:018;01['  ]| he said, 
005:018;01[D  ]| 'while
005:018;01[D  ]| there is yet time.'
005:018;01[C  ]| 'Let me go,' 
005:018;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:018;01['  ]| He let her$6$ go and she stood up. They gazed at each other in
005:018;01['  ]| silence. Mr*Kelly missed nothing, his seams began to$9$ work.
005:018;01[D  ]| 'I bow to$4$ passion,' 
005:018;01['  ]| he said.
005:018;01['  ]| Celia went to$4$ the door.
005:018;01[D  ]| 'Before you go,' 
005:018;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:018;01[D  ]| 'you might hand me the tail of my
005:018;01[D  ]| kite. Some tassels have come adrift.'
005:018;01['  ]| Celia went to$4$ the cupboard where he kept his kite, took out the
005:018;01['  ]| tail and loose tassels and brought them over to$4$ the bed.
005:018;01[D  ]| 'As you say,' 
005:018;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:018;01[D  ]| 'hark to$4$ the wind. I shall fly her$6$ out of
005:018;01[D  ]| sight tomorrow.'
005:018;01['  ]| He fumbled vaguely at the coils of tail. Already he was in 
005:018;01['  ]| position, straining his eyes for the speck that was he, digging in his heels
005:018;01['  ]| against the immense pull skyward. Celia kissed him and left him.
005:018;01[D  ]| 'God willing,' 
005:018;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly, 
005:018;01[D  ]| 'right out of sight.'
005:018;01['  ]| Now I have no one, thought Celia, except possibly Murphy.
005:019;00[U  ]| <Three>
005:019;01['  ]| The moon, by a striking coincidence full and at perigee, was 29,000
005:019;01['  ]| miles nearer the earth than it had been for four years.
005:019;01['  ]| Exceptional tides were expected. The Port of-London Authority was calm.
005:019;01['  ]| It was after ten when Celia reached the mew. There was no light
005:019;01['  ]| in his window, but that did not trouble her$6$, who knew how addicted
005:019;01['  ]| he was to$4$ the dark. She had raised her$2$ hand to$9$ knock the knock that
005:019;01['  ]| he knew, when the door flew open and a man smelling strongly of
005:019;01['  ]| drink rattled past her$6$ down the steps. There was only one way out
005:019;01['  ]| of the mew, and this he took after a brief hesitation. He spurned
005:019;01['  ]| the ground behind him in a spring-heeled manner, as though he
005:019;01['  ]| longed to$9$ run but did not dare. She entered the house, her$2$ mind still
005:019;01['  ]| tingling with the clash of his leaden face and scarlet muffler, and
005:019;01['  ]| switched on the light in the passage. In vain, the bulb had been taken
005:019;01['  ]| away. She started to$9$ climb the stairs in the dark. On the landing she
005:019;01['  ]| paused to$9$ give herself a last chance, Murphy and herself a last
005:019;01['  ]| chance.
005:019;01['  ]| She had not seen him since the day he stigmatized work as the end
005:019;01['  ]| of them both, and now she came creeping upon him in the dark to$9$
005:019;01['  ]| execute a fake jossy's sixpenny writ to$4$ success and prosperity. He
005:019;01['  ]| would be$1$ thinking of her$6$ as a Fury coming to$9$ carry him off, or even
005:019;01['  ]| as a tipstaff with warrant to$9$ distrain. Yet it was not she, but Love,
005:019;01['  ]| that was the bailiff. She was but the bumbailiff. This
005:019;01['  ]| discrimination gave her$6$ such comfort that she sat down on the stair-head, in the
005:020;01['  ]| pitch darkness excluding the usual auspices. How different it had
005:020;01['  ]| been on the riverside, when the barges had waved, the funnel bowed,
005:020;01['  ]| the tug and barge sung, yes to$4$ her$2$. Or had they meant no? The
005:020;01['  ]| distinction was so nice. What difference, for example, would it make
005:020;01['  ]| now, whether she went on up the stairs to$4$ Murphy or back down them
005:020;01['  ]| into the mew? The difference between her$2$ way of destroying them
005:020;01['  ]| both, according to$4$ him, and his way, according to$4$ her$2$. The gentle
005:020;01['  ]| passion.
005:020;01['  ]| No sound came from Murphy's room, but that did not trouble
005:020;01['  ]| her$6$, who knew how addicted he was to$4$ remaining still for long
005:020;01['  ]| periods.
005:020;01['  ]| She fumbled in her$2$ bag for a coin. If her$2$ thumb felt the head she
005:020;01['  ]| would go up; if her$2$ devil's finger, down. Her$2$ devil's finger felt the
005:020;01['  ]| head and she rose to$9$ depart. <An> a appalling sound issued from
005:020;01['  ]| Murphy's room, a flurry of such despairing quality that she dropped
005:020;01['  ]| the bag, followed after a short silence by a suspiration more lamentable
005:020;01['  ]| than any groan. For a moment she did not move, the power to$9$
005:020;01['  ]| do$1$ so having deserted her$2$. No sooner did this return than she
005:020;01['  ]| snatched up the bag and flew to$4$ the rescue, as she supposed. Thus
005:020;01['  ]| the omen of the coin was overruled.
005:020;01['  ]| Murphy was as last heard of, with this difference however, that the
005:020;01['  ]| rocking-chair was now on top. Thus inverted his only direct
005:020;01['  ]| contact with the floor was that made by his face, which was ground against
005:020;01['  ]| it. His attitude roughly speaking was that of a very inexperienced
005:020;01['  ]| diver about to$9$ enter the water, except that his arms were not
005:020;01['  ]| extended to$9$ break the concussion, but fastened behind him. Only the
005:020;01['  ]| most local movements were possible, a licking of the lips, a turning
005:020;01['  ]| of the other cheek to$4$ the dust, and so on. Blood gushed from his nose.
005:020;01['  ]| Losing no time in idle speculation Celia undid the scarves and
005:020;01['  ]| prised the chair off him with all possible speed. Part by part he
005:020;01['  ]| subsided, as the bonds that held him fell away, until he lay fully
005:020;01['  ]| prostrate in the crucified position, heaving. A huge pink naevus on
005:020;01['  ]| the pinnacle of the right buttock held her$6$ spellbound. She could not
005:020;01['  ]| understand how she had never noticed it before.
005:020;01[A  ]| 'Help,' 
005:020;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:020;01['  ]| Startled from her$2$ reverie she set to$5$ and rendered him every form
005:020;01['  ]| of assistance known to$4$ <an> a old Girl Guide. When she could think of
005:020;01['  ]| nothing more she dragged him out of the corner, shovelled the
005:020;01['  ]| rocking-chair under him, emptied him on to$4$ the bed, laid him out
005:021;01['  ]| decently, covered him with a sheet and sat down beside him. The
005:021;01['  ]| next move was his.
005:021;01[A  ]| 'Who are you?' 
005:021;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:021;01['  ]| Celia mentioned her$2$ name. Murphy, unable to$9$ believe his ears,
005:021;01['  ]| opened his eyes. The beloved features emerging from chaos were
005:021;01['  ]| the face against the big blooming buzzing confusion of which Neary
005:021;01['  ]| had spoken so highly. He closed his eyes and opened his arms. She
005:021;01['  ]| sank down athwart his breast, their heads were side by side on the
005:021;01['  ]| pillow but facing opposite ways, his fingers strayed through her$2$
005:021;01['  ]| yellow hair. It was the short circuit so earnestly desired by Neary,
005:021;01['  ]| the glare of pursuit and flight extinguished.
005:021;01['  ]| In the morning he described in simple language how he came to$9$ be$1$
005:021;01['  ]| in that extraordinary position. Having gone to$4$ sleep, though sleep
005:021;01['  ]| was hardly the word, in the chair, the next thing was he was having
005:021;01['  ]| a heart attack. When this happened when he was normally in bed,
005:021;01['  ]| nine times out of ten his struggles to$9$ subdue it landed him on the
005:021;01['  ]| floor. It was therefore not surprising, given his trussed
005:021;01['  ]| condition, that on this occasion they had caused the entire machine to$9$ turn
005:021;01['  ]| turtle.
005:021;01[C  ]| 'But who tied you up?' 
005:021;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:021;01['  ]| She knew nothing of this recreation, in which Murphy had not
005:021;01['  ]| felt the need to$9$ indulge while she was with him. He now gave her$6$
005:021;01['  ]| a full and frank account of its unique features.
005:021;01[A  ]| 'I was just getting it going when you rang up,' 
005:021;01['  ]| he said.
005:021;01['  ]| Nor did she know anything of his heart attacks, which had not
005:021;01['  ]| troubled him while she was with him. He now told her$6$ all about
005:021;01['  ]| them, keeping back nothing that might alarm her$2$.
005:021;01[A  ]| 'So you see,' 
005:021;01['  ]| he said, 
005:021;01[A  ]| 'what a difference your staying with me
005:021;01[A  ]| makes.'
005:021;01['  ]| Celia turned her$2$ face to$4$ the window. Clouds were moving rapidly
005:021;01['  ]| across the sky. Mr*Kelly would be$1$ crowing.
005:021;01[C  ]| 'My bag is on the floor your side,' 
005:021;01['  ]| she said.
005:021;01['  ]| The fall on the landing had cracked the mirror set in the flap. She
005:021;01['  ]| stifled a cry, averted her$2$ head and handed him a large black envelope
005:021;01['  ]| with the title in letters of various colours.
005:021;01[C  ]| 'What you told me to$9$ get,' 
005:021;01['  ]| she said.
005:021;01['  ]| She felt him take it from her$2$. When after some little time he still
005:021;01['  ]| had not spoken nor made any movement she turned her$2$ head to$9$ see
005:021;01['  ]| was anything amiss. All the colour (yellow) had ebbed from his face.
005:022;01['  ]| leaving it ashen. A pale strand of blood scoring the jaw illustrated
005:022;01['  ]| this neap. He kept her$6$ waiting a little longer and then said, in a voice
005:022;01['  ]| unfamiliar to$4$ her$6$:
005:022;01[A  ]| 'My life-warrant. Thank you.'
005:022;01['  ]| It struck her$6$ that a merely indolent man would not be$1$ so affected
005:022;01['  ]| by the prospect of employment.
005:022;01[A  ]| 'My little bull of incommunication,' 
005:022;01['  ]| he said, 
005:022;01[A  ]| 'signed not with lead
005:022;01[A  ]| but with a jossy's spittle. Thank you.'
005:022;01['  ]| Celia, hardening her$2$ heart, passed him a hairpin. Murphy's
005:022;01['  ]| instinct was to$9$ treat this dun as he had those showered upon him in the
005:022;01['  ]| days when he used to$9$ enjoy <an> a income, namely, steam it open,
005:022;01['  ]| marvel at its extravagance and return it undelivered. But then he had not
005:022;01['  ]| been in bed with the collector.
005:022;01[C  ]| 'Why the black envelope,' 
005:022;01['  ]| she said, 
005:022;01[C  ]| 'and the different-coloured
005:022;01[C  ]| letters ? '
005:022;01[A  ]| 'Because Mercury,' 
005:022;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:022;01[A  ]| 'god of thieves, planet \7par\
005:022;01[A  ]| \7excellence\ and mine, has no fixed colour.' 
005:022;01['  ]| He spread out the sheet
005:022;01['  ]| folded in sixteen. 
005:022;01[A  ]| 'And because this is blackmail.'
005:022;01['  ]| THEMA COELI
005:022;01['  ]| \With Delineations\
005:022;01['  ]| \Compiled\
005:022;01['  ]| \By\
005:022;01['  ]| RAMASWAMI KRISHNASWAMI NARAYANASWAMI SUK
005:022;01['  ]| \Genethliac\
005:022;01['  ]| \Famous throughout Civilized World and Irish Free State\
005:022;01['  ]| \'Then I defy you, Stars.'\
005:022;01['  ]| THE GOAT
005:022;01[Z  ]| At the time of Birth of this Native four degrees of the GOAT was
005:022;01[Z  ]| rising, his highest attributes being Soul, Emotion, Clairaudience and
005:022;01[Z  ]| Silence. Few minds are better concocted than this Native's.
005:022;01[Z  ]| The Moon twenty-three degrees of the Serpent promotes great
005:022;01[Z  ]| Magical Ability of the Eye, to$4$ which the lunatic would easy
005:022;01[Z  ]| succumb.  Avoid exhaustion by speech. Intense Love nature prominent, rarely
005:022;01[Z  ]| suspicioning the Nasty, with inclinations to$4$ Purity. When Sensuality
005:022;01[Z  ]| rules there is danger of Fits.
005:022;01[Z  ]| Mars having just set in the East denotes a great desire to$9$ engage
005:022;01[Z  ]| in some pursuit, yet not. There has been persons of this
005:022;01[Z  ]| description
005:023;01[Z  ]| known to$9$ have$1$ expressed a wish to$9$ be$1$ in two places at a time.
005:023;01[Z  ]| When Health is below par, Regret may be$1$ entertained. May be$1$
005:023;01[Z  ]| termed a law-abiding character having a superior appearance. Should
005:023;01[Z  ]| avoid drugs and resort to$4$ Harmony. Great care should be$1$ used in
005:023;01[Z  ]| dealing with publishers, quadrupeds and tropical swamps, as these
005:023;01[Z  ]| may terminate unprofitably for the Native.
005:023;01[Z  ]| Mercury sesquiquadrate with the Anarete is most malefic and will
005:023;01[Z  ]| greatly conduce to$4$ Success terminating in the height of Glory, which
005:023;01[Z  ]| may injure Native's prospects.
005:023;01[Z  ]| The Square of Moon and Solar Orb afflicts the Hyleg. Herschel in
005:023;01[Z  ]| Aquarius stops the Water and he should guard against this. Neptune
005:023;01[Z  ]| and Venus in the Bull denotes dealings with the Females only medium
005:023;01[Z  ]| developed or of low organic quality. Companions or matrimonial
005:023;01[Z  ]| Mate are recommended to$9$ be$1$ born under a fiery triplicity, when the
005:023;01[Z  ]| Bowman should permit of a small family.
005:023;01[Z  ]| With regards to$4$ a Career, the Native should inspire and lead, as
005:023;01[Z  ]| go between, promoter, detective, custodian, pioneer or, if possible,
005:023;01[Z  ]| explorer, his motto in business being large profits and a quick turnover.
005:023;01[Z  ]| The Native should guard against Bright's disease and Grave's 
005:023;01[Z  ]| disease, also pains in the neck and feet.
005:023;01[Z  ]| Lucky Gems. Amethyst and Diamond. To$9$ ensure Success the Native
005:023;01[Z  ]| should sport.
005:023;01[Z  ]| Lucky Colours. Lemon. To$9$ avert Calamity the Native should have$1$ a
005:023;01[Z  ]| dash in apparel, also a squeeze in home decorations.
005:023;01[Z  ]| Lucky Days. Sunday. To$9$ attract the maximum Success the Native
005:023;01[Z  ]| should begin new ventures.
005:023;01[Z  ]| Lucky Numbers. 4. The Native should commence new enterprises,
005:023;01[Z  ]| for in so doing lies just that difference between Success and Calamity.
005:023;01[Z  ]| Lucky Years. 1936 and 1990. Successful and prosperous, though
005:023;01[Z  ]| not without calamities and setbacks.
005:023;01[A  ]| 'Is it even so,' 
005:023;01['  ]| said Murphy, his yellow all revived by these prognostications. 
005:023;01[A  ]| 'Pandit Suk has never done anything better.'
005:023;01[C  ]| 'Can you work now after that?' 
005:023;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:023;01[A  ]| 'Certainly I can,' 
005:023;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:023;01[A  ]| 'The very first fourth to$9$ fall on a
005:023;01[A  ]| Sunday in 1936 I begin. I put on my gems and off I go, to$9$ custode,
005:023;01[A  ]| detect, explore, pioneer, promote or pimp, as occasion may arise.'
005:023;01[C  ]| 'And in the meantime?' 
005:023;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:024;01[A  ]| 'In the meantime,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:024;01[A  ]| 'I must just watch out for fits,
005:024;01[A  ]| publishers, quadrupeds, the stone, Bright's ~~'
005:024;01['  ]| She gave a cry of despair intense while it lasted, then finished and
005:024;01['  ]| done with, like <an> a infant's.
005:024;01[C  ]| 'How you can be$1$ such a fool and a brute,' 
005:024;01['  ]| she said, and did not
005:024;01['  ]| bother to$9$ finish.
005:024;01[A  ]| 'But you would not have$1$ me go against the diagram,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy,
005:024;01[A  ]| 'surely to$4$ God.'
005:024;01[C  ]| 'A fool and a brute,' 
005:024;01['  ]| she said.
005:024;01[A  ]| 'Surely that is rather severe,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:024;01[C  ]| 'You tell me to$9$ get you this ~~ this ~~'
005:024;01[A  ]| 'Corpus of deterrents,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:024;01[C  ]| 'So that we can be$1$ together, and then you go and twist it into
005:024;01[C  ]| a ~~ into a ~~'
005:024;01[A  ]| 'Separation order,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy. Few minds were better concocted
005:024;01['  ]| than this native's.
005:024;01['  ]| Celia opened her$2$ mouth to$9$ proceed, closed it without having done
005:024;01['  ]| so. She dispatched her$2$ hands on the gesture that Neary had made
005:024;01['  ]| such a botch of at the thought of Miss*Dwyer, and resolved it quite
005:024;01['  ]| legitimately, as it seemed to$4$ Murphy, by dropping them back into
005:024;01['  ]| their original position. Now she had nobody, except possibly 
005:024;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly. She again opened and closed her$2$ mouth, then began the slow
005:024;01['  ]| business of going.
005:024;01[A  ]| 'You are not going,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:024;01[C  ]| 'Before I am kicked out,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:024;01[A  ]| 'But what is the good of going merely in body?' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy,
005:024;01['  ]| thereby giving the conversation a twist that brought it within her$2$
005:024;01['  ]| powers of comment.
005:024;01[C  ]| 'You are too modest,' 
005:024;01['  ]| she said.
005:024;01[A  ]| 'Oh, do not let us fence,' 
005:024;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:024;01[A  ]| 'at least let it never be$1$ said
005:024;01[A  ]| that we fenced.'
005:024;01[C  ]| 'I go as best I can,' 
005:024;01['  ]| she said, 
005:024;01[C  ]| 'the same as I went last time.'
005:024;01['  ]| It really did look as though she were going, at her$2$ present rate of
005:024;01['  ]| adjustment she would be$1$ gone in twenty minutes or half <an> a hour.
005:024;01['  ]| Already she was at work on her$2$ face.
005:024;01[C  ]| 'I will not come back,' 
005:024;01['  ]| she said. 
005:024;01[C  ]| 'I will not open your letters. I will move
005:024;01[C  ]| my pitch.'
005:024;01['  ]| Convinced he had hardened his heart and would let her$6$ go, she was
005:024;01['  ]| taking her$2$ time.
005:025;01[C  ]| 'I will be$1$ sorry I met you,' 
005:025;01['  ]| she said.
005:025;01[A  ]| ' \Met\ me! ' 
005:025;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:025;01[A  ]| 'Met is magnificent.'
005:025;01['  ]| He thought it wiser not to$9$ capitulate until it was certain that she
005:025;01['  ]| would not. In the meantime, what about a small outburst. It could
005:025;01['  ]| do$1$ no harm, it might do$1$ good. He did not feel really up to$4$ it, he
005:025;01['  ]| knew that long before the end he would wish he had not begun. But
005:025;01['  ]| it was perhaps better than lying there silent, watching her$6$ lick her$2$
005:025;01['  ]| lips, and waiting. He launched out.
005:025;01[A  ]| 'This love with a function gives me a pain in the neck ~~'
005:025;01[C  ]| 'Not in the feet?' 
005:025;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:025;01[A  ]| 'What do you love?' 
005:025;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:025;01[A  ]| 'Me as I am. You can want what
005:025;01[A  ]| does not exist, you can not love it.' 
005:025;01['  ]| This came well from Murphy. 
005:025;01[A  ]| `Then
005:025;01[A  ]| why are you all out to$9$ change me? So that you will not have$1$ to$9$ love me,'
005:025;01['  ]| the voice rising here to$4$ a note that did him credit, 
005:025;01[A  ]| 'so that you will not
005:025;01[A  ]| be$1$ condemned to$9$ love me, so that you will be$1$ reprieved from loving
005:025;01[A  ]| me.' 
005:025;01['  ]| He was anxious to$9$ make his meaning clear. 
005:025;01[A  ]| 'Women are all the
005:025;01[A  ]| same bloody same, you can not love, you can not stay the course, the only
005:025;01[A  ]| feeling you can stand is being felt, you can not love for five minutes
005:025;01[A  ]| without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery. My
005:025;01[A  ]| God, how I hate the charVenus and her$2$ sausage and mash sex.'
005:025;01['  ]| Celia put a foot to$4$ the ground.
005:025;01[C  ]| 'Avoid exhaustion by speech,' 
005:025;01['  ]| she said.
005:025;01[A  ]| 'Have I wanted to$9$ change you? Have I pestered you to$9$ begin things
005:025;01[A  ]| that do not belong to$4$ you and stop things that do? How can I care
005:025;01[A  ]| what you Do?'
005:025;01[C  ]| 'I am what I do,' 
005:025;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:025;01[A  ]| 'No,' 
005:025;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:025;01[A  ]| 'You do what you are, you do a fraction of what
005:025;01[A  ]| you are, you suffer a dreary ooze of your being into doing.'
005:025;01['  ]| He
005:025;01['  ]| threw his voice into <an> a infant's whinge. 
005:025;01[A  ]| '"I cudden do$1$ annyting,
005:025;01[A  ]| Maaaammy." That kind of doing. Unavoidable and tedious.'
005:025;01['  ]| Celia was now fully seated on the edge of the bed, her$2$ back
005:025;01['  ]| turned to$4$ him, making fast her$2$ Ballitoes.
005:025;01[C  ]| 'I have heard bilge,' 
005:025;01['  ]| she said, and did not bother to$9$ finish.
005:025;01[A  ]| 'Hear a little more,' 
005:025;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:025;01[A  ]| 'and then I expire. If I had to$9$
005:025;01[A  ]| work out what you are from what you do, you could skip out of here
005:025;01[A  ]| now and joy be with you. First of all you starve me into terms that
005:025;01[A  ]| are all yours but the jossy, then you will not abide by them. The
005:025;01[A  ]| arrangement is that I enter the jaws of a job according to$4$ the celestial
005:025;01[A  ]| prescriptions of Professor Suk, then when I will not go against them
005:026;01[A  ]| you start to$9$ walk out on me. Is that the way you respect <an> a
005:026;01[A  ]| agreement? What more can I do$1$?'
005:026;01['  ]| He closed his eyes and fell back. It was not his habit to$9$ make out
005:026;01['  ]| cases for himself. <An> a atheist chipping the deity was not more senseless 
005:026;01['  ]| than Murphy defending his courses of inaction, as he did not
005:026;01['  ]| require to$9$ be$1$ told. He had been carried away by his passion for Celia
005:026;01['  ]| and by a most curious feeling that he should not collapse without at
005:026;01['  ]| least the form of a struggle. This grisly relic from the days of nuts,
005:026;01['  ]| balls and sparrows astonished himself. To$9$ die fighting was the perfect 
005:026;01['  ]| antithesis of his whole practice, faith and intention.
005:026;01['  ]| He heard her$6$ rise and go to$4$ the window, then come and stand at
005:026;01['  ]| the foot of the bed. So far from opening his eyes he sucked in his
005:026;01['  ]| cheeks. Was she perhaps subject to$4$ feelings of compassion?
005:026;01[C  ]| 'I will tell you what more you can do$1$,' 
005:026;01['  ]| she said. 
005:026;01[C  ]| 'You can get up out
005:026;01[C  ]| of that bed, make yourself decent and walk the streets for work.'
005:026;01['  ]| The gentle passion. Murphy lost all his yellow again.
005:026;01[A  ]| 'The streets! ' 
005:026;01['  ]| he murmured. 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'Father forgive her$2$.'
005:026;01['  ]| He heard her$6$ go to$4$ the door.
005:026;01[A  ]| 'Not the slightest idea,' 
005:026;01['  ]| he murmured, 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'of what her$2$ words mean.
005:026;01[A  ]| No more insight into their implications than a parrot into its profanities.'
005:026;01['  ]| As he seemed likely to$9$ go on mumbling and marvelling to$4$ himself
005:026;01['  ]| for some time, Celia said goodbye and opened the door.
005:026;01[A  ]| 'You do not know what you are saying,' 
005:026;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'Let me tell
005:026;01[A  ]| you what you are saying. Close the door.'
005:026;01['  ]| Celia closed the door but kept her$2$ hand on the handle.
005:026;01[A  ]| 'Sit on the bed,' 
005:026;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:026;01[C  ]| 'No,' 
005:026;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:026;01[A  ]| 'I can not talk against space,' 
005:026;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'my fourth highest
005:026;01[A  ]| attribute is silence. Sit on the bed.'
005:026;01['  ]| The tone was that adopted by exhibitionists for their last words
005:026;01['  ]| on earth. Celia sat on the bed. He opened his eyes, cold and unwavering 
005:026;01['  ]| as a gull's, and with great magical ability sunk their shafts into
005:026;01['  ]| hers, greener than he had ever seen them and more hopeless than he
005:026;01['  ]| had ever seen anybody's.
005:026;01[A  ]| 'What have I now?' 
005:026;01['  ]| he said. 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'I distinguish. You, my body and my
005:026;01[A  ]| mind.' 
005:026;01['  ]| He paused for this monstrous proposition to$9$ be$1$ granted. Celia
005:026;01['  ]| did not hesitate, she might never have$1$ occasion to$9$ grant him anything
005:026;01['  ]| again. 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'In the mercantile gehenna,' 
005:026;01['  ]| he said, 
005:026;01[A  ]| 'to$4$ which your words
005:027;01[A  ]| invite me, one of these will go, or two, or all. If you, then you only; if
005:027;01[A  ]| my body, then you also; if my mind, then all. Now?'
005:027;01['  ]| She looked at him helplessly. He seemed serious. But he had
005:027;01['  ]| seemed serious when he spoke of putting on his gems and lemon,
005:027;01['  ]| etc. She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words
005:027;01['  ]| that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated,
005:027;01['  ]| before it had time to$9$ make sense; by the word that came next; so that
005:027;01['  ]| in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like
005:027;01['  ]| difficult music heard for the first time.
005:027;01[C  ]| 'You twist everything,' 
005:027;01['  ]| she said. 
005:027;01[C  ]| 'Work need not mean any of that.'
005:027;01[A  ]| 'Then is the position unchanged?' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:027;01[A  ]| 'Either I do what
005:027;01[A  ]| you want or you walk out. Is that it?'
005:027;01['  ]| She made to$9$ rise, he pinioned her$2$ wrists.
005:027;01[C  ]| 'Let me go,' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:027;01[A  ]| 'Is it?' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:027;01[C  ]| 'Let me go,' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:027;01['  ]| He let her$6$ go. She rose and went to$4$ the window. The sky, cool,
005:027;01['  ]| bright, full of movement, anointed her$2$ eyes, reminded her$6$ of Ireland.
005:027;01[A  ]| 'Yes or no?' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Murphy. The eternal tautology.
005:027;01[C  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:027;01[C  ]| 'Now you hate me.'
005:027;01[A  ]| 'No,' 
005:027;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:027;01[A  ]| 'Look is there a clean shirt.'
005:028;00[U  ]| <Four>
005:028;01['  ]| In Dublin a week later, that would be$1$ September 19th, Neary minus
005:028;01['  ]| his whiskers was recognized by a former pupil called Wylie, in the
005:028;01['  ]| General Post Office, contemplating from behind the statue of Cuchulain. 
005:028;01['  ]| Neary had bared his head, as though the holy ground meant
005:028;01['  ]| something to$4$ him. Suddenly he flung aside his hat, sprang forward,
005:028;01['  ]| seized the dying hero by the thighs and began to$9$ dash his head
005:028;01['  ]| against his buttocks, such as they are. The Civic Guard on duty in
005:028;01['  ]| the building, roused from a tender reverie by the sound of blows, took
005:028;01['  ]| in the situation at his leisure, disentangled his baton and advanced
005:028;01['  ]| with measured tread, thinking he had caught a vandal in the act.
005:028;01['  ]| Happily Wylie, whose reactions as a street bookmaker's stand were
005:028;01['  ]| as rapid as a zebra's, had already seized Neary round the waist, torn
005:028;01['  ]| him back from the sacrifice and smuggled him halfway to$4$ the exit.
005:028;01[W  ]| 'Howlt on there, youze,' 
005:028;01['  ]| said the CG.
005:028;01['  ]| Wylie turned back, tapped his forehead and said, as one sane man
005:028;01[F  ]| 'John o' God's. Hundred per cent harmless.'
005:028;01[W  ]| 'Come back in here owwathat,' 
005:028;01['  ]| said the CG.
005:028;01['  ]| Wylie, a tiny man, stood at a loss. Neary, almost as large as the
005:028;01['  ]| CG though not of course so nobly proportioned, rocked blissfully
005:028;01['  ]| on the right arm of his rescuer. It was not in the CG's nature to$9$
005:028;01['  ]| bandy words, nor had it come into any branch of his training. He
005:028;01['  ]| resumed his steady advance.
005:029;01[F  ]| 'Stillorgan,' 
005:029;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:029;01[F  ]| 'Not Dundrum.'
005:029;01['  ]| The CG laid his monstrous hand on Wylie's left arm and exerted
005:029;01['  ]| a strong pull along the line he had mapped out in his mind. They all
005:029;01['  ]| moved off in the desired direction, Neary shod with orange-peel.
005:029;01[F  ]| 'John o' God's,' 
005:029;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:029;01['  ]| 'As quiet as a child.'
005:029;01['  ]| They drew up behind the statue. A crowd gathered behind them.
005:029;01['  ]| The CG leaned forward and scrutinized the pillar and draperies.
005:029;01[F  ]| 'Not a feather out of her$6$,' 
005:029;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:029;01[F  ]| 'No blood, no brains,
005:029;01[F  ]| nothing.'
005:029;01['  ]| The CG straightened up and let go Wylie's arm.
005:029;01[W  ]| 'Move on,' 
005:029;01['  ]| he said to$4$ the crowd, 
005:029;01[W  ]| 'before yer moved on.'
005:029;01['  ]| The crowd obeyed, with the single diastole-systole which is all
005:029;01['  ]| the law requires. Feeling amply repaid by this superb symbol for
005:029;01['  ]| the trouble and risk he had taken in issuing <an> a order, the CG inflected 
005:029;01['  ]| his attention to$4$ Wylie and said more kindly:
005:029;01[W  ]| 'Take my advice, mister ~~' 
005:029;01['  ]| He stopped. To$9$ devise words of advice
005:029;01['  ]| was going to$9$ tax his ability to$4$ the utmost. When would he learn
005:029;01['  ]| not to$9$ plunge into the labyrinths of <an> a opinion when he had not
005:029;01['  ]| the slightest idea of how he was to$9$ emerge? And before a hostile
005:029;01['  ]| audience! His embarrassment was if possible increased by the 
005:029;01['  ]| expression of strained attention on Wylie's face, clamped there by the
005:029;01['  ]| promise of advice.
005:029;01[F  ]| 'Yes, sergeant,' 
005:029;01['  ]| said Wylie, and held his breath.
005:029;01[W  ]| 'Run him back to$4$ Stillorgan,' 
005:029;01['  ]| said the CG. Done it!
005:029;01['  ]| Wylie's face came asunder in gratification.
005:029;01[F  ]| 'Never fear, sergeant,' 
005:029;01['  ]| he said, urging Neary towards the exit,
005:029;01[F  ]| 'back to$4$ the cell, blood heat, next best thing to$4$ never being born, no
005:029;01[F  ]| heroes, no fisc, no ~~'
005:029;01['  ]| Neary had been steadily recovering all this time and now gave
005:029;01['  ]| such a jerk to$4$ Wylie's arm that that poor little man was nearly pulled
005:029;01['  ]| off his feet.
005:029;01[B  ]| 'Where am I?' 
005:029;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:029;01[B  ]| 'If and when.'
005:029;01['  ]| Wylie rushed him into the street and into a Dalkey tram that had
005:029;01['  ]| just come in. The crowd dispersed, the better to$9$ gather elsewhere.
005:029;01['  ]| The CG dismissed the whole sordid episode from his mind, the better
005:029;01['  ]| to$9$ brood on a theme very near to$4$ his heart.
005:029;01[B  ]| 'Is it the saloon,' 
005:029;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:029;01[B  ]| 'or the jugs and bottles?'
005:029;01['  ]| Wylie wet his handkerchief and applied it tenderly to$4$ the breaches
005:029;01['  ]| of surface, a ministration immediately poleaxed by Neary, who now
005:030;01['  ]| saw his saviour for the first time. Punctured by those sharp little
005:030;01['  ]| features of the fury that had sustained him, he collapsed in a tempest
005:030;01['  ]| of sobbing on that sharp little shoulder.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Come, come,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie, patting the large heaving back. 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Needle
005:030;01[F  ]| is at hand.'
005:030;01['  ]| Neary checked his sobs, raised a face purged of all passion, seized
005:030;01['  ]| Wylie by the shoulders, held him out at arm's length and exclaimed:
005:030;01[B  ]| 'Is it little Needle Wylie, my scholar that was. What will you have$1$ ? '
005:030;01[F  ]| 'How do you feel?' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:030;01['  ]| It dawned on Neary that he was not where he thought. He rose.
005:030;01[B  ]| 'What is the finest tram in Europe,' 
005:030;01['  ]| he said, 
005:030;01[B  ]| 'to$4$ a man consumed
005:030;01[B  ]| with sobriety?' 
005:030;01['  ]| He made the street under his own power with Wylie
005:030;01['  ]| close behind him.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'But by Mooney's clock,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'the sad news is two-thirty-three.'
005:030;01['  ]| Neary leaned against the Pillar railings and cursed, first the day
005:030;01['  ]| in which he was born, then ~~ in a bold flash-back ~~ the night in which
005:030;01['  ]| he was conceived.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'There, there,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Needle knows no holy hour.'
005:030;01['  ]| He led the way to$4$ <an> a underground cafe close by, steered Neary
005:030;01['  ]| into <an> a alcove and called for Cathleen. Cathleen came.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'My friend Professer Neary,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'my friend Miss*Cathleen
005:030;01[F  ]| na Hennessey.'
005:030;01[V  ]| 'Pleased,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Cathleen.
005:030;01[B  ]| 'Why the ~~,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:030;01[B  ]| 'is light given to$4$ a man whose way is
005:030;01[B  ]| hid.'
005:030;01[V  ]| 'Pardon,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Cathleen.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Two large coffees,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Three star.'
005:030;01['  ]| One gulp of this and Neary's way was clearer.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Now tell us all about it,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Keep back nothing.'
005:030;01[B  ]| 'The limit of Cork endurance had been reached,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:030;01[B  ]| 'That
005:030;01[B  ]| Red Branch bum was the camel's back.'
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Drink a little more of your coffee,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:030;01['  ]| Neary drank a little more.
005:030;01[F  ]| 'What are you doing in this kip at all?' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:030;01[F  ]| 'Why are not
005:030;01[F  ]| you in Cork?'
005:030;01[B  ]| 'My grove on Grand Parade,' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:030;01[B  ]| 'is wiped as a man wipeth
005:030;01[B  ]| a plate, wiping it and turning it upside down.'
005:030;01[F  ]| 'And your whiskers?' 
005:030;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:031;01[B  ]| `Suppressed without pity,' 
005:031;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:031;01[B  ]| 'in discharge of a vow, never
005:031;01[B  ]| again to$9$ ventilate a virility denied discharge into its predestined
005:031;01[B  ]| channel.'
005:031;01[F  ]| 'These are dark sayings,' 
005:031;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:031;01['  ]| Neary turned his cup upside down.
005:031;01[B  ]| 'Needle,' 
005:031;01['  ]| he said, 
005:031;01[B  ]| 'as it is with the love of the body, so with the
005:031;01[B  ]| friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to$4$ the
005:031;01[B  ]| most retired places. Here are the pudenda of my psyche.'
005:031;01[F  ]| 'Cathleen,' 
005:031;01['  ]| cried Wylie.
005:031;01[B  ]| 'But betray me,' 
005:031;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:031;01[B  ]| 'and you go the way of Hippasos.'
005:031;01[F  ]| 'The Akousmatic, I presume,' 
005:031;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:031;01[F  ]| 'His retribution slips my
005:031;01[F  ]| mind.'
005:031;01[B  ]| 'Drowned in a puddle,' 
005:031;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:031;01[B  ]| 'for having divulged the
005:031;01[B  ]| incommensurability of side and diagonal.'
005:031;01[F  ]| 'So perish all babblers,' 
005:031;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:031;01[B  ]| 'And the construction of the regular dodeca ~~ hic ~~ dodecahedron,'
005:031;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:031;01[B  ]| 'Excuse me.'
005:031;01['  ]| Neary's account, expurgated, accelerated, improved and reduced,
005:031;01['  ]| of how he came to$9$ reach the end of Cork endurance, gives the
005:031;01['  ]| following.
005:031;01['  ]| No sooner had Miss*Dwyer, despairing of recommending herself to$4$
005:031;01['  ]| Flight-Lieutenant*Elliman, made Neary as happy as a man could
005:031;01['  ]| desire, than she became one with the ground against which she had
005:031;01['  ]| figured so prettily. Neary wrote to$4$ Herr*Kurt*Koffka demanding <an> a
005:031;01['  ]| immediate explanation. He had not yet received <an> a answer.
005:031;01['  ]| The problem then became how to$9$ break with the morsel of chaos
005:031;01['  ]| without hurting its feelings. The \8plaisir 8de 8rompre,\ for Murphy the
005:031;01['  ]| rationale of social contacts, was alien to$4$ Neary. He insisted, by
005:031;01['  ]| word and deed, that he was not worthy of her$6$, a hackneyed device
005:031;01['  ]| that had the desired effect. And it was not long before Miss*Dwyer
005:031;01['  ]| had made Flight-Lieutenant*Elliman, despairing of recommending
005:031;01['  ]| himself to$4$ Miss*Farren of Ringsakiddy, as happy as a Flight-Lieutenant 
005:031;01['  ]| could desire.
005:031;01['  ]| Then Neary met Miss*Counihan, in the month of March, ever
005:031;01['  ]| since when his relation towards her$6$ had been that post-mortem of
005:031;01['  ]| Dives to$4$ Lazarus, except that there was no Father*Abraham to$9$ put
005:031;01['  ]| in a good word for him. Miss*Counihan was sorry, her$2$ breast was
005:031;01['  ]| preoccupied. She was touched and flattered, but her$2$ affections were
005:031;01['  ]| in bond. The happy man, since Neary would press his breast to$4$ the
005:032;01['  ]| thorn, was Mr*Murphy, one of his former scholars.
005:032;01[F  ]| 'Holy God! ' 
005:032;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:032;01[B  ]| 'That long hank of Apollonian asthenia,' 
005:032;01['  ]| groaned Neary, 
005:032;01[B  ]| 'that
005:032;01[B  ]| schizoidal spasmophile, occupying the breast of angel Counihan. Can
005:032;01[B  ]| such things be$1$!'
005:032;01[F  ]| 'A notable wet indeed,' 
005:032;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:032;01[F  ]| 'He addressed me once.'
005:032;01[B  ]| 'The last time I saw him,' 
005:032;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:032;01[B  ]| 'he was saving up for a
005:032;01[B  ]| Drinker artificial respiration machine to$9$ get into when he was fed
005:032;01[B  ]| up breathing.'
005:032;01[F  ]| 'He expressed the hope, I remember,' 
005:032;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:032;01[F  ]| 'that I might
005:032;01[F  ]| get safely back to$4$ my bottle of hay before someone found me.'
005:032;01['  ]| Neary's heart (when not suspended) not only panted after 
005:032;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan, but bled for her$6$ into the bargain, for he was convinced
005:032;01['  ]| that she had been abandoned. He recalled how Murphy had boasted
005:032;01['  ]| of conducting his amours on the lines laid down by Fletcher's Sullen
005:032;01['  ]| Shepherd. And the terms he had used in speaking of Miss*Counihan
005:032;01['  ]| did not suggest that he had earmarked her$6$ for special treatment.
005:032;01['  ]| Murphy had left the Gymnasium the previous February, about a
005:032;01['  ]| month before Neary met Miss*Counihan. Since then the only news
005:032;01['  ]| of him was that he had been seen in London on Maundy Thursday
005:032;01['  ]| late afternoon, supine on the grass in the Cockpit in Hyde Park,
005:032;01['  ]| alone and plunged in a torpor from which all efforts to$9$ rouse him
005:032;01['  ]| had proved unsuccessful.
005:032;01['  ]| Neary besieged Miss*Counihan with attentions, sending her$6$ mangoes, 
005:032;01['  ]| orchids, Cuban cigarettes and a passionately autographed copy
005:032;01['  ]| of his tractate, The Doctrine of the Limit. If she did not acknowledge
005:032;01['  ]| these gifts, at least she did not return them, so that Neary continued
005:032;01['  ]| to$9$ hope. Finally she gave him a forenoon appointment at the grave
005:032;01['  ]| of Father*Prout (F%*S%*Mahony) in Shandon Churchyard, the one
005:032;01['  ]| place in Cork she knew of where fresh air, privacy and immunity from
005:032;01['  ]| assault were reconciled.
005:032;01['  ]| Neary arrived with a superb bunch of cattleyas, which on her$2$
005:032;01['  ]| arrival two hours later she took graciously from him and laid on
005:032;01['  ]| the slab. She then made a statement designed to$9$ purge the unhappy
005:032;01['  ]| man of such remaining designs on her$2$ person as he might happen to$9$
005:032;01['  ]| cherish.
005:032;01['  ]| She was set aside for Murphy, who had torn himself away to$9$ set
005:032;01['  ]| up for his princess, in some less desolate quarter of the globe, a
005:032;01['  ]| habitation meet for her$2$. When he had done this he would come flying
005:033;01['  ]| back to$9$ claim her$2$. She had not heard from him since his departure,
005:033;01['  ]| and therefore did not know where he was, or what exactly he was
005:033;01['  ]| doing. This did not disquiet her$6$, as he had explained before he left
005:033;01['  ]| that to$9$ make good and love, were it only by letter, at one and the
005:033;01['  ]| same time, was more than he could manage. Consequently he would
005:033;01['  ]| not write until he had some tangible success to$9$ report. She would
005:033;01['  ]| not inflict needless pain on Neary by enlarging on the nature of her$2$
005:033;01['  ]| feeling for Mr*Murphy, enough had been said to$9$ make it clear that
005:033;01['  ]| she could not tolerate his propositions. If he were not gentleman
005:033;01['  ]| enough to$9$ desist on his own bottom, she would have$1$ him legally
005:033;01['  ]| restrained.
005:033;01['  ]| At this point Neary paused and buried his face in his hands.
005:033;01[F  ]| 'My poor friend,' 
005:033;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:033;01['  ]| Neary reached forward with his hands across the marble top to$4$
005:033;01['  ]| Wylie, who seized them in <an> a ecstasy of compassion and began to$9$
005:033;01['  ]| massage them. Neary closed his eyes. In vain. The human eyelid is
005:033;01['  ]| not teartight (happily for the human eye). In the presence of such
005:033;01['  ]| grief Wylie felt purer than at any time since his second communion.
005:033;01[F  ]| 'Do not tell me any more,' 
005:033;01['  ]| he said, 
005:033;01[F  ]| 'if it gives you so much pain.
005:033;01[B  ]| 'Two in distress,' 
005:033;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:033;01[B  ]| 'make sorrow less.'
005:033;01['  ]| To$9$ free the hand from sympathetic pressure is <an> a operation
005:033;01['  ]| requiring such <an> a exquisite touch that Neary decided he had better
005:033;01['  ]| not attempt it. The ruse he adopted so that Wylie might not be$1$
005:033;01['  ]| wounded was to$9$ beg for a cigarette. He went further, he suffered
005:033;01['  ]| his cup to$9$ be$1$ replenished.
005:033;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan, her$2$ statement concluded, turned to$9$ go. Neary
005:033;01['  ]| sank on one knee, on both knees, and begged her$6$ to$9$ hear him in a
005:033;01['  ]| voice so hoarse with anguish that she turned back.
005:033;01[E  ]| 'Mr*Neary,' 
005:033;01['  ]| she said, almost gently, 
005:033;01[E  ]| 'I am sorry if I have seemed
005:033;01[E  ]| to$9$ speak unfeelingly. Believe me, I have nothing against you personally.
005:033;01[E  ]| If I were not ~~ er ~~ disposed of, I might even learn to$9$ like
005:033;01[E  ]| you, Mr*Neary. But you must understand that I am not free to$9$ ~~ er ~~
005:033;01[E  ]| do$1$ justice to$4$ your addresses. Try and forget me, Mr*Neary.'
005:033;01['  ]| Wylie rubbed his hands.
005:033;01[F  ]| 'Things are looking up,' 
005:033;01['  ]| he said.
005:033;01['  ]| Again she turned to$9$ go, again Neary stayed her$6$, this time with the
005:033;01['  ]| assurance that what he had to$9$ say$1$ concerned not himself but
005:033;01['  ]| Murphy. He described the position in which that knight-errant had
005:033;01['  ]| last been heard of.
005:034;01[E  ]| 'London!' 
005:034;01['  ]| exclaimed Miss*Counihan. 
005:034;01[E  ]| 'The Mecca of every young
005:034;01[E  ]| aspirant to$4$ fiscal distinction.'
005:034;01['  ]| This was a balloon that Neary quickly punctured, with a sketch
005:034;01['  ]| of the phases through which the young aspirant in London had to$9$
005:034;01['  ]| pass before he could call himself <an> a old suspirant. He then made
005:034;01['  ]| what he would always regard as the greatest blunder of his career.
005:034;01['  ]| He began to$9$ disparage Murphy.
005:034;01['  ]| That afternoon he shaved off his whiskers.
005:034;01['  ]| He did not see her$6$ again for nearly four months, when she knocked
005:034;01['  ]| into him skilfully in the Mall. She looked ill (she was ill). It was
005:034;01['  ]| August and still she had no news of Murphy. Was there no means of
005:034;01['  ]| getting in touch with him? Neary, who had already gone deeply into
005:034;01['  ]| this question, replied that he could not think of any. He seemed to$9$
005:034;01['  ]| have$1$ only one person belonging to$4$ him, a demented uncle who spent
005:034;01['  ]| his time between Amsterdam and Scheveningen. Miss*Counihan went
005:034;01['  ]| on to$9$ say$1$ that she could not very well renounce a young man, such
005:034;01['  ]| a nice young man, who for all she knew to$4$ the contrary was steadily
005:034;01['  ]| amassing a large fortune so that she might not be$1$ without any of
005:034;01['  ]| the little luxuries to$4$ which she was accustomed, and whom of course
005:034;01['  ]| she loved very dearly, unless she had superlative reasons for doing
005:034;01['  ]| so, such for example as would flow from a legally attested certificate
005:034;01['  ]| of his demise, a repudiation of her$2$ person under his own hand and
005:034;01['  ]| seal, or overwhelming evidence of infidelity and economic failure.
005:034;01['  ]| She welcomed the happy chance that allowed her$6$ to$9$ communicate
005:034;01['  ]| this ~~ er ~~ modified view of the situation to$4$ Mr*Neary, looking so
005:034;01['  ]| much more ~~ er ~~ youthful without his whiskers, on the very eve of
005:034;01['  ]| her$2$ departure to$4$ Dublin, where Wynn's Hotel would always find her$2$.
005:034;01['  ]| The next morning Neary closed the Gymnasium, put a padlock on
005:034;01['  ]| the Grove, sunk both keys in the Lee and boarded the first train for
005:034;01['  ]| Dublin, accompanied by his \8a^me 8damne=e\ and man-of-all-work,
005:034;01['  ]| Cooper.
005:034;01['  ]| Cooper's only visible human characteristic was a morbid craving
005:034;01['  ]| for alcoholic depressant. So long as he could be$1$ kept off the bottle
005:034;01['  ]| he was <an> a invaluable servant. He was a low-sized, clean-shaven, grey-faced, 
005:034;01['  ]| one-eyed man, triorchous and a non-smoker. He had a curious
005:034;01['  ]| hunted walk, like that of a destitute diabetic in a strange city. He
005:034;01['  ]| never sat down and never took off his hat.
005:034;01['  ]| This ruthless tout was now launched in pursuit of Murphy, with
005:034;01['  ]| the torpor in the Cockpit as the only clue. But many a poor wretch
005:035;01['  ]| had been nailed by Cooper with very much less to$9$ work on. While
005:035;01['  ]| Cooper was combing London, where he would stay at the usual
005:035;01['  ]| stew, Neary would be$1$ working a line of his own in Dublin, where
005:035;01['  ]| Wynn's Hotel would always find him. When Cooper found Murphy,
005:035;01['  ]| all he had to$9$ do$1$ was to$9$ notify Neary by wire.
005:035;01['  ]| A feature of Miss*Counihan's attitude to$4$ Neary had been the
005:035;01['  ]| regularity of its alternation. Having shown herself cruel, kind, cruel
005:035;01['  ]| and kind in turn, she could no more welcome his arrival at her$2$ hotel
005:035;01['  ]| than green, yellow, green is a legitimate sequence of traffic lights.
005:035;01['  ]| Either he left the hotel or she did. He did, so that at least he might
005:035;01['  ]| know whose were the happy beds and breakfasts. If he attempted
005:035;01['  ]| to$9$ speak to$4$ her$6$ again before he had equipped himself with the ~~ er ~~
005:035;01['  ]| discharge papers aforesaid, she would send for the police.
005:035;01['  ]| Neary crawled to$4$ the nearest station doss. All depended now on
005:035;01['  ]| Cooper. If Cooper failed him he would simply post himself early one
005:035;01['  ]| morning outside her$2$ hotel and as soon as she came tripping down the
005:035;01['  ]| steps take salts of lemon.
005:035;01['  ]| In the meantime there was little he could do$1$. He began feebly to$9$
005:035;01['  ]| look for a thread that might lead him to$4$ Murphy among the nobility,
005:035;01['  ]| tradesmen and gentry of that name in Dublin, but soon left off, appalled.
005:035;01['  ]| He instructed the hall porter in Wynn's to$9$ send any telegrams
005:035;01['  ]| addressed to$4$ him from London across the Street to$4$ Mooney's, where
005:035;01['  ]| he would always be$1$ found. There he sat all day, moving slowly from
005:035;01['  ]| one stool to$4$ another until he had completed the circuit of the
005:035;01['  ]| counters, when he would start all over again in the reverse direction.
005:035;01['  ]| He did not speak to$4$ the curates, he did not drink the endless half-pints
005:035;01['  ]| of porter that he had to$9$ buy, he did nothing but move slowly
005:035;01['  ]| round the ring of counters, first in one direction, then in the other,
005:035;01['  ]| thinking of Miss*Counihan. When the house closed at night he went
005:035;01['  ]| back to$4$ the doss and dossed, and in the morning he did not get up
005:035;01['  ]| until shortly before the house was due to$9$ open. The hour from 2.30
005:035;01['  ]| to$4$ 3.30 he devoted to$4$ having himself shaved to$4$ the pluck. The whole
005:035;01['  ]| of Sunday he spent in doss, as the hall porter at Wynn's was aware,
005:035;01['  ]| thinking of Miss*Counihan. The power to$9$ stop his heart had deserted
005:035;01['  ]| him.
005:035;01[F  ]| 'My poor friend,' 
005:035;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:035;01[B  ]| 'Till this morning,' 
005:035;01['  ]| said Neary. Feeling his mouth beginning to$4$
005:035;01['  ]| whole. 
005:035;01[B  ]| 'Or rather this afternoon,' 
005:035;01['  ]| he said, directly he was able.
005:036;01['  ]| He had reached the turn and was thinking of ebbing back when
005:036;01['  ]| the boots from Wynn's came in and handed him a telegram. FOUND
005:036;01['  ]| STOP LOOK SLIPPY STOP COOPER. He was still laughing and crying, to$4$
005:036;01['  ]| the great relief of the curates, who had grown to$9$ detest and dread
005:036;01['  ]| that frozen face day after day at their counters, when the boots
005:036;01['  ]| returned with a second telegram. LOST STOP STOP WHERE YOU ARE
005:036;01['  ]| STOP COOPER.
005:036;01[B  ]| 'I have a confused recollection,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'of being thrown out.'
005:036;01[F  ]| 'The curate mentality,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Then nothing more,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'until that deathless rump was
005:036;01[B  ]| trying to$9$ stare me down.'
005:036;01[F  ]| 'But there is no rump,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:036;01[F  ]| 'How could there be$1$? What
005:036;01[F  ]| chance would a rump have$1$ in the GPO ?'
005:036;01[B  ]| 'I tell you I saw it,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'trying to$9$ downface me.'
005:036;01['  ]| Wylie told him what happened next.
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Do not quibble,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary harshly. 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'You saved my life. Now
005:036;01[B  ]| palliate it.'
005:036;01[F  ]| 'I greatly fear,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:036;01[F  ]| 'that the syndrome known as life is too
005:036;01[F  ]| diffuse to$9$ admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased,
005:036;01[F  ]| another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed
005:036;01[F  ]| system. Her$2$ quantum of wantum can not vary.'
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Very prettily put,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:036;01[F  ]| 'For <an> a example of what I mean,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:036;01[F  ]| 'you have merely to$9$
005:036;01[F  ]| consider the young Fellow of Trinity College ~~'
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Merely is excellent,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:036;01[F  ]| 'He sought relief in insulin,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:036;01[F  ]| 'and cured himself of
005:036;01[F  ]| diabetes.'
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Poor old chap,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Relief from what?'
005:036;01[F  ]| 'The sweated sinecure,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:036;01[B  ]| 'I do not wonder at Berkeley,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'He had no alternative.
005:036;01[B  ]| A defence mechanism. Immaterialize or bust. The sleep of sheer
005:036;01[B  ]| terror. Compare the opossum.'
005:036;01[F  ]| 'The advantage of this view,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:036;01[F  ]| 'is, that while one may
005:036;01[F  ]| not look forward to$4$ things getting any better, at least one need not
005:036;01[F  ]| fear their getting any worse. They will always be$1$ the same as they
005:036;01[F  ]| always were.'
005:036;01[B  ]| 'Until the system is dismantled,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:036;01[F  ]| 'Supposing that to$9$ be$1$ permitted,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:036;01[B  ]| 'From all of which I am to$9$ infer,' 
005:036;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:036;01[B  ]| 'correct me if I am
005:037;01[B  ]| wrong, that the possession ~~ \7Deus 7det!\ ~~ of angel Counihan will
005:037;01[B  ]| create <an> a aching void to$4$ the same amount.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Humanity is a well with two buckets,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:037;01[F  ]| 'one going
005:037;01[F  ]| down to$9$ be$1$ filled, the other coming up to$9$ be$1$ emptied.'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'What I make on the swings of Miss*Counihan,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:037;01[B  ]| 'if I
005:037;01[B  ]| understand you, I lose on the roundabouts of the non-Miss*Counihan.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Very prettily put,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:037;01[B  ]| 'There is no non-Miss*Counihan,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:037;01[F  ]| 'There will be$1$,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:037;01[B  ]| 'Help there to$9$ be$1$,' 
005:037;01['  ]| cried Neary, clasping his hands, 
005:037;01[B  ]| 'in this Coney
005:037;01[B  ]| Eastern Island that is Neary, some Chinese attractions other than
005:037;01[B  ]| Miss*Counihan.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Now you are talking,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:037;01[F  ]| 'When you ask for heal-all you
005:037;01[F  ]| are not talking. But when you ask for a single symptom to$9$ be$1$ super-seded, 
005:037;01[F  ]| then I am bound to$9$ admit that you are talking.'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'There is only the one symptom,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:037;01[B  ]| 'Miss*Counihan.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Well,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:037;01[F  ]| 'I do not think we should have$1$ much difficulty
005:037;01[F  ]| in finding a substitute.'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'I declare to$4$ my God,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:037;01[B  ]| 'sometimes you talk as great
005:037;01[B  ]| tripe as Murphy.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Once a certain degree of insight has been reached,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:037;01[F  ]| 'all
005:037;01[F  ]| men talk, when talk they must, the same tripe.'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'Should you happen at any time,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:037;01[B  ]| 'to$9$ feel like
005:037;01[B  ]| derogating from the general to$4$ the particular, remember I am here, and
005:037;01[B  ]| on the alert.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'My advice to$4$ you is this,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Leave tonight for the
005:037;01[F  ]| Great Wen ~~'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'What folly is this?' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Having first written to$4$ Miss*Counihan how happy you are to$9$ be$1$
005:037;01[F  ]| able to$9$ inform her$6$ at last that all the necessary passports and credentials
005:037;01[F  ]| to$4$ her$2$ precincts are in hand. Hers to$9$ wipe her$2$ ~~ er ~~ feet on. No
005:037;01[F  ]| more. No word of having gone, no note of passion. She will sit as
005:037;01[F  ]| one might say$1$ pretty ~~'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'One might well,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:037;01[F  ]| 'For a day or two and then, in great distress of mind, lay herself
005:037;01[F  ]| out to$9$ knock into you in the street. Instead of which I shall knock
005:037;01[F  ]| into her$2$.'
005:037;01[B  ]| 'What folly is this?' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:037;01[B  ]| 'You do not know her$2$.'
005:037;01[F  ]| 'Not know her$6$ is it,' 
005:037;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:037;01[F  ]| 'when there is no single aspect
005:038;01[F  ]| of her$2$ natural body with which I am not familiar.'
005:038;01[B  ]| 'What do you mean?' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:038;01[F  ]| 'I have worshipped her$6$ from afar,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:038;01[B  ]| 'How far?' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:038;01[F  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie pensively, 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'all last June, through Zeiss glasses, at
005:038;01[F  ]| a watering place.' 
005:038;01['  ]| He fell into a reverie, which Neary was a big
005:038;01['  ]| enough man to$9$ respect. 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'What a bust!' 
005:038;01['  ]| he cried at length, as though
005:038;01['  ]| galvanized by this point in his reflections. 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'All centre and no circumference!
005:038;01[B  ]| 'No doubt,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:038;01[B  ]| 'but is it germane? You knock into her$6$ in
005:038;01[B  ]| the street. What then?'
005:038;01[F  ]| 'After the prescribed exchanges,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'she asks casually
005:038;01[F  ]| have I seen you. From that moment she is lost.'
005:038;01[B  ]| 'But if it is merely a matter of getting me out of the way,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said
005:038;01['  ]| Neary, 
005:038;01[B  ]| 'while you work up Miss*Counihan, why need I go to$4$ London?
005:038;01[B  ]| Why not Bray?'
005:038;01['  ]| The thought of going to$4$ London was distasteful to$4$ Neary for a
005:038;01['  ]| number of reasons, of which by no means the least cogent was the
005:038;01['  ]| presence there of his second deserted wife. Strictly speaking this
005:038;01['  ]| woman, a nee Cox, was not his wife, and he owed her$6$ no duty, since
005:038;01['  ]| his first deserted wife was alive and well in Calcutta. But the lady
005:038;01['  ]| in London did not take this view and neither did her$2$ legal advisers.
005:038;01['  ]| Wylie knew something of this position.
005:038;01[F  ]| 'To$9$ control Cooper,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'who has probably gone on the
005:038;01[F  ]| booze or been got at or both.'
005:038;01[B  ]| 'But would it not be$1$ possible,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:038;01[B  ]| 'with your priceless
005:038;01[B  ]| collaboration, to$9$ work it from this end altogether and drop Murphy?'
005:038;01[F  ]| 'I greatly fear,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'that so long as Murphy is even a
005:038;01[F  ]| remote possibility Miss*Counihan will not parley. All I can do$1$ is
005:038;01[F  ]| establish you firmly in the position of first come-down.'
005:038;01['  ]| Neary again buried his head in his hands.
005:038;01[F  ]| 'Cathleen,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'tell the Professor the worst.'
005:038;01[V  ]| 'Eight sixes forty-eight,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Cathleen, 
005:038;01[V  ]| 'and twos sixteen one
005:038;01[V  ]| pound.'
005:038;01['  ]| In the street Neary said:
005:038;01[B  ]| 'Wylie, why are you so kind?'
005:038;01[F  ]| 'I do not seem able to$9$ control myself,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:038;01[F  ]| 'in the presence
005:038;01[F  ]| of certain predicaments.'
005:038;01[B  ]| 'You shall find me I think not ungrateful,' 
005:038;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:039;01['  ]| They went a little way in silence. Then Neary said:
005:039;01[B  ]| 'I can not think what women see in Murphy.'
005:039;01['  ]| But Wylie was absorbed in the problem of what it was, in the
005:039;01['  ]| predicaments of men like Neary, that carried him so far out of his
005:039;01['  ]| government.
005:039;01[B  ]| 'Can you?' 
005:039;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:039;01['  ]| Wylie considered for a moment. Then he said:
005:039;01[F  ]| 'It is his ~~' 
005:039;01['  ]| stopping for want of the right word. There seemed to$9$
005:039;01['  ]| be$1$, for once, a right word.
005:039;01[B  ]| 'His what?' 
005:039;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:039;01['  ]| They went a little farther in silence. Neary gave up listening for
005:039;01['  ]| <an> a answer and raised his face to$4$ the sky. The gentle rain was trying
005:039;01['  ]| not to$9$ fall.
005:039;01[F  ]| 'His surgical quality,' 
005:039;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:039;01['  ]| It was not quite the right word.
005:040;00[U  ]| <Five>
005:040;01['  ]| The room that Celia had found was in Brewery Road between Pentonville
005:040;01['  ]| Prison and the Metropolitan Cattle Market. West Brompton
005:040;01['  ]| knew them no more. The room was large and the few articles of furniture
005:040;01['  ]| it contained were large. The bed, the gas cooker, the table and
005:040;01['  ]| the solitary tallboy, all were very large indeed. Two massive upright
005:040;01['  ]| un-upholstered armchairs, similar to$4$ those killed under him by
005:040;01['  ]| Balzac, made it just possible for them to$9$ take their meals seated.
005:040;01['  ]| Murphy's rocking-chair trembled by the hearth, facing the window.
005:040;01['  ]| The vast floor area was covered all over by a linoleum of exquisite
005:040;01['  ]| design, a dim geometry of blue, grey and brown that delighted
005:040;01['  ]| Murphy because it called Braque to$4$ his mind, and Celia because it
005:040;01['  ]| delighted Murphy. Murphy was one of the elect, who require
005:040;01['  ]| everything to$9$ remind them of something else. The walls were distempered
005:040;01['  ]| a vivid lemon, Murphy's lucky colour. This was so far in excess  of the
005:040;01['  ]| squeeze prescribed by Suk that he could not feel quite easy in his
005:040;01['  ]| mind about it. The ceiling was lost in the shadows, yes, really lost
005:040;01['  ]| in the shadows.
005:040;01['  ]| Here they entered upon what Celia called the new life. Murphy was
005:040;01['  ]| inclined to$9$ think that the new life, if it came at all, came later, and
005:040;01['  ]| then to$4$ one of them only. But Celia was so set on computing it from
005:040;01['  ]| the hegira to$4$ the heights of Islington that he left it so. He did not
005:040;01['  ]| want to$9$ gainsay her$6$ any more.
005:040;01['  ]| <An> a immediate flaw in the new life was the landlady, a small thin
005:041;01['  ]| worrier called Miss*Carridge, a woman of such astute rectitude that
005:041;01['  ]| she not only refused to$9$ cook the bill for Mr*Quigley, but threatened
005:041;01['  ]| to$9$ inform that poor gentleman of how she had been tempted.
005:041;01[A  ]| 'A lady,' 
005:041;01['  ]| said Murphy bitterly, 
005:041;01[A  ]| 'not a landlady. Thin lips and a
005:041;01[A  ]| Doric pelvis. We are PGs.'
005:041;01[C  ]| 'All the more reason to$9$ find work,' 
005:041;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:041;01['  ]| Everything that happened became with Celia yet another reason
005:041;01['  ]| for Murphy's finding work. She exhibited a morbid ingenuity in this
005:041;01['  ]| matter. From such antagonistic occasions as a new arrival at Pentonville
005:041;01['  ]| and a fence sold out in the Market she drew the same text.
005:041;01['  ]| The antinomies of unmarried love can seldom have$1$ appeared to$4$ better
005:041;01['  ]| advantage. They persuaded Murphy that his engagement at even a
005:041;01['  ]| small salary could not fail to$9$ annihilate, for a time at least, the
005:041;01['  ]| visible universe for his beloved. She would have$1$ to$9$ learn what it
005:041;01['  ]| stood for all over again And was she not rather too old for such a
005:041;01['  ]| feat of readaptation?
005:041;01['  ]| He kept these forebodings to$4$ himself, and indeed tried to$9$ suppress
005:041;01['  ]| them, so genuine was his anxiety that for him henceforward there
005:041;01['  ]| should be$1$ no willing and no nilling but with her$6$, or at least as little
005:041;01['  ]| as possible. Also he knew her$2$ retort in advance: 
005:041;01[C  ]| 'Then there will be$1$
005:041;01[C  ]| nothing to$9$ distract me from you.' 
005:041;01['  ]| This was the kind of Joe Miller
005:041;01['  ]| that Murphy simply could not bear to$9$ hear revived. It had never been
005:041;01['  ]| a good joke.
005:041;01['  ]| Not the least remarkable of Murphy's innumerable classifications
005:041;01['  ]| of experience was that into jokes that had once been good jokes and
005:041;01['  ]| jokes that had never been good jokes. What but <an> a imperfect sense
005:041;01['  ]| of humour could have$1$ made such a mess of chaos. In the beginning
005:041;01['  ]| was the pun. And so on.
005:041;01['  ]| Celia was conscious of two equally important reasons for insisting
005:041;01['  ]| as she did. The first was her$2$ desire to$9$ make a man of Murphy! Yes,
005:041;01['  ]| June to$4$ October, counting in the blockade she had almost five
005:041;01['  ]| months' experience of Murphy, yet the image of him as a man of the
005:041;01['  ]| world continued to$9$ beckon her$6$ on. The second was her$2$ aversion to$4$
005:041;01['  ]| resuming her$2$ own work, as would certainly be$1$ necessary if Murphy
005:041;01['  ]| did not find a job before her$2$ savings, scraped together during the
005:041;01['  ]| were exhausted. What she shrank from was not merely
005:041;01['  ]| <an> a occupation that she had always found dull (Mr*Kelly was mistaken
005:041;01['  ]| in thinking her$6$ made for the life) but also the effect its
005:041;01['  ]| resumptions must have$1$ on her$2$ relations with Murphy.
005:042;01['  ]| Both these lines led to$4$ Murphy (everything led to$4$ Murphy), but so
005:042;01['  ]| diversely, the one from a larval experience to$4$ a person of fantasy,
005:042;01['  ]| the other from a complete experience to$4$ a person of fact, that only
005:042;01['  ]| a woman and one so ~~ intact as Celia could have$1$ given them equal
005:042;01['  ]| value.
005:042;01['  ]| Most of the time that he was out she spent sitting in the rocking-chair
005:042;01['  ]| with her$2$ face to$4$ the light. There was not much light, the room
005:042;01['  ]| devoured it, but she kept her$2$ face turned to$4$ what there was. The
005:042;01['  ]| small single window condensed its changes, as half-closed eyes see
005:042;01['  ]| the finer values of tones, so that it was never quiet in the room,
005:042;01['  ]| but brightening and darkening in a slow ample flicker that went on
005:042;01['  ]| all day, brightening against the darkening that was its end. A peristalsis
005:042;01['  ]| of light, worming its way into the dark.
005:042;01['  ]| She preferred sitting in the chair, steeping herself in these faint
005:042;01['  ]| eddies till they made <an> a amnion about her$2$ own disquiet, to$4$ walking
005:042;01['  ]| the streets (she could not disguise her$2$ gait) or wandering in the
005:042;01['  ]| Market, where the frenzied justification of life as <an> a end to$4$ means
005:042;01['  ]| threw light on Murphy's prediction, that livelihood would destroy one
005:042;01['  ]| or two or all three of his life's goods. This view, which she had always
005:042;01['  ]| felt absurd and wished to$9$ go on feeling so, lost something of its
005:042;01['  ]| absurdity when she collated Murphy and the Caledonian Market.
005:042;01['  ]| Thus in spite of herself she began to$9$ understand as soon as he
005:042;01['  ]| gave up trying to$9$ explain. She could not go where livings were being
005:042;01['  ]| made without feeling that they were being made away. She could
005:042;01['  ]| not sit for long in the chair without the impulse stirring, tremulously,
005:042;01['  ]| as for <an> a exquisite depravity, to$9$ be$1$ naked and bound. She tried to$9$
005:042;01['  ]| think of Mr*Kelly or the irrevocable days or the unattainable days,
005:042;01['  ]| but always the moment came when no effort of thought could prevail
005:042;01['  ]| against the sensation of being imbedded in a jelly of light, or calm
005:042;01['  ]| the trembling of her$2$ body to$9$ be$1$ made fast.
005:042;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge's day had a nucleus, the nice strong cup of tea that
005:042;01['  ]| she took in the afternoon. It sometimes happened that she sat down
005:042;01['  ]| to$4$ this elixir with the conviction of having left undone none of those
005:042;01['  ]| things that paid and done none of those things that did not pay.
005:042;01['  ]| Then she would pour out a cup for Celia and tiptoe with it up the
005:042;01['  ]| stairs. Miss*Carridge's method of entering a private apartment was
005:042;01['  ]| to$9$ knock timidly on the door on the outside some time after she had
005:042;01['  ]| closed it behind her$6$ on the inside. Not even a nice hot cup of tea in
005:042;01['  ]| her$2$ hand could make her$6$ subject to$4$ the usual conditions of time and
005:043;01['  ]| space in this matter. It was as though she had <an> a accomplice.
005:043;01[I  ]| 'I have brought you ~~' 
005:043;01['  ]| she said.
005:043;01[C  ]| 'Come in,' 
005:043;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:043;01[I  ]| 'A nice hot cup of tea,' 
005:043;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. 
005:043;01[I  ]| 'Drink it before it
005:043;01[I  ]| coagulates.'
005:043;01['  ]| Now Miss*Carridge smelt, with a smell that not even her$2$ nearest
005:043;01['  ]| and dearest had ever got used to$4$. She stood there, smelling, ravished
005:043;01['  ]| in contemplation of her$2$ tea being taken. The irony of it was, that
005:043;01['  ]| while Miss*Carridge held her$2$ breath quite unnecessarily at the sight
005:043;01['  ]| of Celia taking the tea, Celia could not hold hers at the smell of 
005:043;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge standing over her$2$.
005:043;01[I  ]| 'I hope you like the aroma,' 
005:043;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. 
005:043;01[I  ]| 'Choicest Lapsang
005:043;01[I  ]| Souchong.'
005:043;01['  ]| She moved away with the empty cup and Celia snatched a gulp
005:043;01['  ]| of fragrance from her$2$ own bosom. This proved to$9$ be$1$ indeed a happy
005:043;01['  ]| inspiration, for Miss*Carridge paused on the way to$4$ the door.
005:043;01[I  ]| 'Hark,' 
005:043;01['  ]| she said, pointing upward.
005:043;01['  ]| A soft padding to$8$ and fro was audible.
005:043;01[I  ]| 'The old boy,' 
005:043;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. 
005:043;01[I  ]| 'Never still.'
005:043;01['  ]| Happily Miss*Carridge was a woman of few words. When body
005:043;01['  ]| odour and volubility meet, then there is no remedy.
005:043;01['  ]| The old boy was believed to$9$ be$1$ a retired butler. He never left his
005:043;01['  ]| room, except of course when absolutely obliged to$9$, nor allowed anyone
005:043;01['  ]| to$9$ enter it. He took in the tray that Miss*Carridge left twice daily
005:043;01['  ]| at his door, and put it out when he had eaten. Miss*Carridge's 
005:043;01[I  ]| 'Never
005:043;01[I  ]| still' 
005:043;01['  ]| was <an> a exaggeration, but it was true that he did spend a great
005:043;01['  ]| deal of his time ranging his room in every direction.
005:043;01['  ]| It was not often that Miss*Carridge so far forgot herself in the
005:043;01['  ]| glow of domestic economy as to$9$ give away a cup of Lapsang
005:043;01['  ]| Souchong. Most days the long trance in the chair continued unbroken
005:043;01['  ]| until it was time to$9$ prepare a meal against Murphy's return.
005:043;01['  ]| The punctuality with which Murphy returned was astonishing.
005:043;01['  ]| Literally he did not vary in this by more than a few seconds from day
005:043;01['  ]| to$4$ day. Celia wondered how anyone so vague about time in every
005:043;01['  ]| other way could achieve such inhuman regularity in this one instance.
005:043;01['  ]| He explained it, when she asked him, as the product of love, which
005:043;01['  ]| forbade him to$9$ stay away from her$6$ a moment longer than was
005:043;01['  ]| compatible with duty, and anxiety to$9$ cultivate the sense of time as money
005:043;01['  ]| which he had heard was highly prized in business circles.
005:044;01['  ]| The truth was that Murphy began to$9$ return in such good time that
005:044;01['  ]| he arrived in Brewery Road with hours to$9$ spare. From the practical
005:044;01['  ]| point of view he could see no difference between hanging about in
005:044;01['  ]| Brewery Road and hanging about say in Lombard Street. His prospect
005:044;01['  ]| of employment were the same in both places, in all places. But
005:044;01['  ]| from the sentimental point of view the difference was most marked.
005:044;01['  ]| Brewery Road was her$2$ forecourt, in certain moods almost her$2$ ruelle.
005:044;01['  ]| Murphy on the jobpath was a striking figure. Word went round
005:044;01['  ]| among the members of the Blake League that the Master's conception
005:044;01['  ]| of Bildad the Shuhite had come to$4$ life and was stalking about
005:044;01['  ]| London in a green suit, seeking whom he might comfort.
005:044;01['  ]| But what is Bildad but a fragment of Job, as Zophar and the others
005:044;01['  ]| are fragments of Job. The only thing Murphy was seeking was what
005:044;01['  ]| he had not ceased to$9$ seek from the moment of his being strangled
005:044;01['  ]| into a state of respiration ~~ the best of himself. The Blake League
005:044;01['  ]| was utterly mistaken in supposing him on the \7qui 7vive\ for someone
005:044;01['  ]| wretched enough to$9$ be$1$ consoled by such maieutic saws as 
005:044;01[Z  ]| 'How can
005:044;01[Z  ]| he be$1$ clean that is born.' 
005:044;01['  ]| Utterly mistaken. Murphy required for his
005:044;01['  ]| pity no other butt than himself.
005:044;01['  ]| His troubles had begun early. To$9$ go back no farther than the
005:044;01['  ]| vagitus, it had not been the proper A of international concert pitch,
005:044;01['  ]| with 435 double vibrations per second, but the double flat of this.
005:044;01['  ]| How he winced, the honest obstetrician, a devout member of the
005:044;01['  ]| old Dublin Orchestral Society and <an> a amateur flautist of some
005:044;01['  ]| merit. With what sorrow he recorded that of all the millions of little
005:044;01['  ]| larynges cursing in unison at that particular moment, the infant
005:044;01['  ]| Murphy's alone was off the note. To$9$ go back no farther than the
005:044;01['  ]| vagitus.
005:044;01['  ]| His rattle will make amends.
005:044;01['  ]| His suit was not green, but aeruginous. This also can not be$1$
005:044;01['  ]| emphasized too strongly against the Blake League. In some places it
005:044;01['  ]| was actually as black as the day it was bought, in others a strong
005:044;01['  ]| light was needed to$9$ bring out the livid gloss, the rest was admittedly
005:044;01['  ]| aeruginous. One beheld in fact a relic of those sanguine days when
005:044;01['  ]| as a theological student he had used to$9$ lie awake night after night
005:044;01['  ]| with Bishop Bouvier's \7Supplementum 7ad 7Tractatum 7de 7Matrimonio\
005:044;01['  ]| under his pillow. What a work that was to$9$ be$1$ sure! A Cine Bleu
005:044;01['  ]| scenario in goatish Latin. Or pondering Christ's parthian shaft: \It is\
005:044;01['  ]| \finished.\
005:045;01['  ]| No less than the colour the cut was striking. The jacket, a tube in
005:045;01['  ]| its own right, descended clear of the body as far as mid-thigh, where
005:045;01['  ]| the skirts were slightly reflexed like the mouth of a bell in a mute
005:045;01['  ]| appeal to$9$ be$1$ lifted that some found hard to$9$ resist. The trousers in
005:045;01['  ]| their heyday had exhibited the same proud and inflexible autonomy of
005:045;01['  ]| hang. But now, broken by miles of bitter stair till they were obliged
005:045;01['  ]| to$9$ cling here and there for support to$4$ the legs within, a corkscrew
005:045;01['  ]| effect betrayed their fatigue.
005:045;01['  ]| Murphy never wore a waistcoat. It made him feel like a woman.
005:045;01['  ]| With regard to$4$ the material of this suit, the bold claim was
005:045;01['  ]| advanced by the makers that it was holeproof. This was true in the
005:045;01['  ]| sense that it was entirely non-porous. It admitted no air from the
005:045;01['  ]| outer world, it allowed none of Murphy's own vapours to$9$ escape.
005:045;01['  ]| To$4$ the touch it felt like felt rather than cloth, much size must have$1$
005:045;01['  ]| entered into its composition.
005:045;01['  ]| These remains of a decent outfit Murphy lit up with a perfectly
005:045;01['  ]| plain lemon made-up bow tie presented as though in derision by a
005:045;01['  ]| collar and dicky combination carved from a single sheet of celluloid
005:045;01['  ]| and without seam, of a period with the suit and the last of its
005:045;01['  ]| kind.
005:045;01['  ]| Murphy never wore a hat, the memories it awoke of the caul were
005:045;01['  ]| too poignant, especially when he had to$9$ take it off.
005:045;01['  ]| Regress in these togs was slow and Murphy was well advised to$9$
005:045;01['  ]| abandon hope for the day shortly after lunch and set off on the long
005:045;01['  ]| climb home. By far the best part of the way was the toil from King's
005:045;01['  ]| Cross up Caledonian Road, reminding him of the toil from St Lazare
005:045;01['  ]| up Rue d'Amsterdam. And while Brewery Road was by no means a
005:045;01['  ]| Boulevard de Clichy nor even des Batignolles, still it was better at
005:045;01['  ]| the end of the hill than either of those, as asylum (after a point) is
005:045;01['  ]| better than exile.
005:045;01['  ]| At the top there was the little shelter like a head on the pimple of
005:045;01['  ]| Market Road Gardens opposite the Tripe Factory. Here Murphy loved
005:045;01['  ]| to$9$ sit ensconced between the perfume of disinfectants from Milton
005:045;01['  ]| House immediately to$4$ the south and the stench of stalled cattle from
005:045;01['  ]| the corral immediately to$4$ the west. The tripe did not smell.
005:045;01['  ]| But now it was winter-time again, night's young thoughts had been
005:045;01['  ]| put back <an> a hour, the \7multis 7latebra 7opportuna\ of Market Road
005:045;01['  ]| Gardens were closed before Murphy was due back with Celia. Then
005:045;01['  ]| he would put in the time walking round and round Pentonville
005:046;01['  ]| Prison. Even so at evening he had walked round and round cathedrals
005:046;01['  ]| that it was too late to$9$ enter.
005:046;01['  ]| He took up his stand in good time in the mouth of Brewery Road,
005:046;01['  ]| so that when the clock in the prison tower marked six forty-five he
005:046;01['  ]| could get off the mark without delay. Then slowly past the last
005:046;01['  ]| bourns, the Perseverance and Temperance Yards, the Vis Vita*e Bread
005:046;01['  ]| Co, the Marx Cork Bath Mat Manufactory, till he stood with his key
005:046;01['  ]| in the door waiting for the clock in the market tower to$9$ chime.
005:046;01['  ]| The first thing Celia must do$1$ was help him out of the suit and
005:046;01['  ]| smile when he said 
005:046;01[A  ]| 'Imagine Miss*Carridge in a gown of this'; 
005:046;01['  ]| then
005:046;01['  ]| make what she could of his face as he crouched over the fire trying
005:046;01['  ]| to$9$ get warm, and refrain from questions; then feed him. Then, till it
005:046;01['  ]| was time to$9$ push him out in the morning, serenade, nocturne and
005:046;01['  ]| albada. Yes, June to$4$ October, leaving out the blockade, their nights
005:046;01['  ]| were still that: serenade, nocturne and albada.
005:046;01['  ]| Suk's theme of Murphy's heaven went everywhere with that poorly
005:046;01['  ]| starred native. He had committed it to$4$ memory, he chanted it
005:046;01['  ]| privately as he went along. Many times he had taken it out to$9$ destroy
005:046;01['  ]| it, lest he fell into the hands of the enemy. But his memory was so
005:046;01['  ]| treacherous that he did not dare. He observed its precepts to$4$ the best
005:046;01['  ]| of his ability. The dash of lemon was not absent from his apparel.
005:046;01['  ]| He remained constantly on his guard against the various threats to$4$
005:046;01['  ]| his Hyleg and whole person generally. He suffered much with his
005:046;01['  ]| feet, and his neck was not altogether free of pain. This filled him
005:046;01['  ]| with satisfaction. It confirmed the diagram and reduced by just so
005:046;01['  ]| much the danger of Bright's disease, Grave's disease, strangury
005:046;01['  ]| and fits.
005:046;01['  ]| But there remained certain provisions that he could not
005:046;01['  ]| implement. He had not the right gem to$9$ ensure success, indeed he had no
005:046;01['  ]| gem of any kind. He trembled at the thought of how this want
005:046;01['  ]| lengthened the odds against him. The lucky number did not coincide
005:046;01['  ]| with a Sunday for a full year to$9$ come, not until Sunday, October 4th,
005:046;01['  ]| 1936, could the maximum chance of success attend any new venture
005:046;01['  ]| of Murphy's. This also was a perpetual worry, as he felt sure that long
005:046;01['  ]| before then his own little prophecy, based on the one system outside
005:046;01['  ]| that of the heavenly bodies in which he had the least confidence,
005:046;01['  ]| his own, would have$1$ been fulfilled.
005:046;01['  ]| In the matter of a career Murphy could not help feeling that his
005:047;01['  ]| stars had been guilty of some redundance, and that once go-between 
005:047;01['  ]| had been ordained further specification was superfluous. For what
005:047;01['  ]| was all working for a living but a procuring and a pimping for the
005:047;01['  ]| money-bags, one's lecherous tyrants the money-bags, so that they
005:047;01['  ]| might breed.
005:047;01['  ]| There seems to$9$ be$1$ a certain disharmony between the only two
005:047;01['  ]| canons in which Murphy can feel the least confidence. So much the
005:047;01['  ]| worse for him, no doubt.
005:047;01['  ]| Celia said that if he did not find work at once she would have$1$ to$9$
005:047;01['  ]| go back to$4$ hers. Murphy knew what that meant. No more music.
005:047;01['  ]| This phrase is chosen with care, lest the filthy censors should lack
005:047;01['  ]| <an> a occasion to$9$ commit their filthy synecdoche.
005:047;01['  ]| Goaded by the thought of losing Celia even were it only by night
005:047;01['  ]| (for she had promised not to$9$ 'leave' him any more), Murphy applied
005:047;01['  ]| at a chandlery in Gray's Inn Road for the position of smart boy,
005:047;01['  ]| fingering his lemon bow nervously. This was the first time he had
005:047;01['  ]| actually presented himself as candidate for a definite post. Up till
005:047;01['  ]| then he had been content to$9$ expose himself vaguely in aloof able-bodied 
005:047;01['  ]| postures on the fringes of the better-attended slave-markets,
005:047;01['  ]| or to$9$ drag from pillar to$4$ post among the agencies, a dog's life without
005:047;01['  ]| a dog's prerogative.
005:047;01['  ]| The chandlers all came galloping out to$9$ see the smart boy.
005:047;01[W2 ]| ' 'E ai not smart,' 
005:047;01['  ]| said the chandler, 
005:047;01[W2 ]| 'not by a long chork 'e ai not.'
005:047;01[W2 ]| 'Nor 'e ai not a boy,' 
005:047;01['  ]| said the chandler's semi-private convenience,
005:047;01[W2 ]| 'not to$4$ my mind 'e ai not.'
005:047;01[W2 ]| ''E do not look rightly human to$4$ me,' 
005:047;01['  ]| said the chandlers' eldest
005:047;01['  ]| waste product, 
005:047;01[W2 ]| 'not rightly.'
005:047;01['  ]| Murphy was too familiar with this attitude of derision tinged with
005:047;01['  ]| loathing to$9$ make the further blunder of trying to$9$ abate it. Sometimes
005:047;01['  ]| it was expressed more urbanely, sometimes less. Its forms were as
005:047;01['  ]| various as the grades of the chandler mentality, its content was one:
005:047;01[Z  ]| 'Thou surd!'
005:047;01['  ]| He looked for somewhere to$9$ sit down. There was nowhere. There
005:047;01['  ]| had once been a small public garden south of the Royal Free Hospital,
005:047;01['  ]| but now part of it lay buried under one of those malignant proliferations
005:047;01['  ]| of urban tissue known as service flats and the rest was reserved
005:047;01['  ]| for the bacteria.
005:047;01['  ]| At this moment Murphy would willingly have$1$ waived his expectation
005:047;01['  ]| of Antepurgatory for five minutes in his chair, renounced the
005:048;01['  ]| lee of Belacqua's rock and his embryonal repose, looking down at
005:048;01['  ]| dawn across the reeds to$4$ the trembling of the austral sea and the
005:048;01['  ]| sun obliquing to$4$ the north as it rose, immune from expiation until
005:048;01['  ]| he should have$1$ dreamed it all through again, with the downright
005:048;01['  ]| dreaming of <an> a infant, from the spermarium to$4$ the crematorium. He
005:048;01['  ]| thought so highly of this post-mortem situation, its advantages were
005:048;01['  ]| present in such detail to$4$ his mind, that he actually hoped he might
005:048;01['  ]| live to$9$ be$1$ old. Then he would have$1$ a long time lying there dreaming,
005:048;01['  ]| watching the dayspring run through its zodiac, before the toil up hill
005:048;01['  ]| to$4$ Paradise. The gradient was outrageous, one in less than one. God
005:048;01['  ]| grant no godly chandler would shorten his time with a good prayer.
005:048;01['  ]| This was his Belacqua fantasy and perhaps the most highly systematized 
005:048;01['  ]| of the whole collection. It belonged to$4$ those that lay just
005:048;01['  ]| beyond the frontiers of suffering, it was the first landscape of
005:048;01['  ]| freedom.
005:048;01['  ]| He leaned weakly against the railings of the Royal Free Hospital,
005:048;01['  ]| multiplying his vows to$9$ erase this vision of Zion's antipodes for*ever
005:048;01['  ]| from his repertory if only he were immediately wafted to$4$ his rocking-chair 
005:048;01['  ]| and allowed to$9$ rock for five minutes. To$9$ sit down was no longer
005:048;01['  ]| enough, he must insist now on lying down. Any old clod of the well-known 
005:048;01['  ]| English turf would do$1$, on which he might lie down, cease to$9$
005:048;01['  ]| take notice and enter the landscapes where there were no chandlers
005:048;01['  ]| and no exclusive residential cancers, but only himself improved out of
005:048;01['  ]| all knowledge.
005:048;01['  ]| The nearest place he could think of was Lincoln's Inn Fields. The
005:048;01['  ]| atmosphere there was foul, a miasma of laws. Those of the cozeners,
005:048;01['  ]| crossbiting and conycatching and sacking and figging; and those of
005:048;01['  ]| the cozened, pillory and gallows. But there was grass and there were
005:048;01['  ]| plane trees.
005:048;01['  ]| After a few steps in the direction of this lap that was better than
005:048;01['  ]| none, Murphy leaned again against the railings. It was clear that he
005:048;01['  ]| had as much chance of walking to$4$ Lincoln's Inn Fields in his present
005:048;01['  ]| condition as he had of walking to$4$ the Cockpit, and very much less incentive. 
005:048;01['  ]| He must sit down before he could lie down. Walk before you
005:048;01['  ]| run, sit down before you lie down. He thought for a second of splashing 
005:048;01['  ]| the fourpence he allowed himself to$9$ be$1$ allowed for his lunch on a
005:048;01['  ]| conveyance back to$4$ Brewery Road. But then Celia would think he was
005:048;01['  ]| quitting on the strength of her$2$ promise not to$9$ leave him, even though
005:048;01['  ]| she had to$9$ return to$4$ her$2$ work. The only solution was to$9$ take his lunch
005:049;01['  ]| at once, more than <an> a hour before he was due to$9$ salivate.
005:049;01['  ]| Murphy's fourpenny lunch was a ritual vitiated by no base thoughts
005:049;01['  ]| of nutrition. He advanced along the railings by easy stages until he
005:049;01['  ]| came to$4$ a branch of the caterers he wanted. The sensation of the seat
005:049;01['  ]| of a chair coming together with his drooping posteriors at last was so
005:049;01['  ]| delicious that he rose at once and repeated the sit, lingeringly and
005:049;01['  ]| with intense concentration. Murphy did not so often meet with these
005:049;01['  ]| tendernesses that he could afford to$9$ treat them casually. The second
005:049;01['  ]| sit, however, was a great disappointment.
005:049;01['  ]| The waitress stood before, with <an> a air of such abstraction that he
005:049;01['  ]| did not feel entitled to$9$ regard himself as <an> a element in her$2$ situation.
005:049;01['  ]| At last, seeing that she did not move, he said:
005:049;01[A  ]| 'Bring me,' 
005:049;01['  ]| in the voice of <an> a usher resolved to$9$ order the chef's
005:049;01['  ]| special selection for a school outing. He paused after this preparatory 
005:049;01['  ]| signal to$9$ let the fore-period develop, that first of three moments
005:049;01['  ]| of reaction in which, according to$4$ the Kulpe school, the major torments 
005:049;01['  ]| of response are undergone. Then he applied the stimulus
005:049;01['  ]| proper.
005:049;01[A  ]| 'A cup of tea and a packet of assorted biscuits.' 
005:049;01['  ]| Twopence the tea,
005:049;01['  ]| twopence the biscuits, a perfectly balanced meal.
005:049;01['  ]| As though suddenly aware of the great magical ability, or it might
005:049;01['  ]| have$1$ been the surgical quality, the waitress murmured, before the
005:049;01['  ]| eddies of the main-period drifted her$6$ away: 
005:049;01[V1 ]| 'Vera to$4$ you, dear.' 
005:049;01['  ]| This
005:049;01['  ]| was not a caress.
005:049;01['  ]| Murphy had some faith in the Kulpe school. Marbe and Buhler
005:049;01['  ]| might be$1$ deceived, even Watt was only human, but how could Ach be$1$
005:049;01['  ]| wrong?
005:049;01['  ]| Vera concluded, as she thought, her$2$ performance in much better
005:049;01['  ]| style than she had begun. It was hard to$9$ believe, as she set down the
005:049;01['  ]| tray, that it was the same slavey. She actually made out the bill there
005:049;01['  ]| and then on her$2$ own initiative.
005:049;01['  ]| Murphy pushed the tray away, tilted back his chair and considered
005:049;01['  ]| his lunch with reverence and satisfaction. With reverence, because as
005:049;01['  ]| <an> a adherent (on and off) of the extreme theophanism of William of
005:049;01['  ]| Champeaux he could not but feel humble before such sacrifices to$4$ his
005:049;01['  ]| small but implacable appetite, nor omit the silent grace: On this
005:049;01['  ]| part of himself that I am about to$9$ ingest may the Lord have$1$ mercy.
005:049;01['  ]| had come, the moment when, unaided and alone. he defrauded a
005:050;01['  ]| vested interest. The sum involved was small, something between a
005:050;01['  ]| penny and twopence (on the retail valuation). But then he had only
005:050;01['  ]| fourpence worth of confidence to$9$ play with. His attitude simply was,
005:050;01['  ]| that if a swindle of from twenty-five to$4$ fifty per cent of the outlay, and
005:050;01['  ]| effected while you wait, was not a case of the large returns and quick
005:050;01['  ]| turnover indicated by Suk, then there was a serious flaw somewhere
005:050;01['  ]| in his theory of sharp practice. But no matter how the transaction
005:050;01['  ]| were judged from the economic point of view, nothing could detract
005:050;01['  ]| from its merit as a little triumph of tactics in the face of the most
005:050;01['  ]| fearful odds. Only compare the belligerents. On the one hand a colossal 
005:050;01['  ]| league of plutomanic caterers, highly endowed with the ruthless 
005:050;01['  ]| cunning of the sane, having at their disposal all the most deadly
005:050;01['  ]| weapons of the post-war recovery; on the other, a seedy solipsist and
005:050;01['  ]| fourpence.
005:050;01['  ]| The seedy solipsist then, having said his silent grace and savoured
005:050;01['  ]| his infamy in advance, drew up his chair briskly to$4$ the table, seized
005:050;01['  ]| the cup of tea and half emptied it at one gulp. No sooner had this
005:050;01['  ]| gone to$4$ the right place than he began to$9$ splutter, eructate and
005:050;01['  ]| complain, as though he had been duped into swallowing a saturated
005:050;01['  ]| solution of powdered glass. In this way he attracted to$4$ himself the
005:050;01['  ]| attention not only of every customer in the saloon but actually of the
005:050;01['  ]| waitress Vera, who came running to$9$ get a good view of the accident,
005:050;01['  ]| as she supposed. Murphy continued for a little to$9$ make sounds as of
005:050;01['  ]| a flushing-box taxed beyond its powers and then said, in <an> a egg and
005:050;01['  ]| scorpion voice:
005:050;01[A  ]| 'I ask for China and you give me Indian.'
005:050;01['  ]| Though disappointed that it was nothing more interesting, Vera
005:050;01['  ]| made no bones about making good her$2$ mistake. She was a willing
005:050;01['  ]| little bit of sweated labour, incapable of betraying the slogan of her$2$
005:050;01['  ]| slavers, that since the customer or sucker was paying for his gutrot
005:050;01['  ]| ten times what it cost to$9$ produce and five times what it cost to$9$ fling
005:050;01['  ]| in his face, it was only reasonable to$9$ defer to$4$ his complaints up to$4$ but
005:050;01['  ]| not exceeding fifty per cent of his exploitation.
005:050;01['  ]| With the fresh cup of tea Murphy adopted quite a new technique.
005:050;01['  ]| He drank not more than a third of it and then waited till Vera 
005:050;01['  ]| happened to$9$ be$1$ passing.
005:050;01[A  ]| 'I am most fearfully sorry,' 
005:049;01['  ]| he said, 
005:049;01[A  ]| 'Vera, to$9$ give you all this
005:050;01[A  ]| trouble, but do you think it would be$1$ possible to$9$ have$1$ this filled with
005:050;01[A  ]| hot?'
005:051;01['  ]| Vera showing signs of bridling, Murphy uttered winningly the
005:051;01['  ]| sesame.
005:051;01[A  ]| 'I know I am a great nuisance, but they have been too generous
005:051;01[A  ]| with the cowjuice.'
005:051;01['  ]| Generous and cowjuice were the keywords here. No waitress could
005:051;01['  ]| hold out against their mingled overtones of gratitude and mammary
005:051;01['  ]| organs. And Vera was essentially a waitress.
005:051;01['  ]| That is the end of how Murphy defrauded a vested interest every
005:051;01['  ]| day for his lunch, to$4$ the honourable extent of paying for one cup of
005:051;01['  ]| tea and consuming 1.83 cups approximately.
005:051;01['  ]| Try it sometime, gentle skimmer.
005:051;01['  ]| He was now feeling so much better that he conceived the bold project 
005:051;01['  ]| of reserving the biscuits for later in the afternoon. He would
005:051;01['  ]| finish the tea, then have as much free milk and sugar as he could lay
005:051;01['  ]| his hands on, then walk carefully to$4$ the Cockpit and there eat the
005:051;01['  ]| biscuits. Someone in Oxford Street might offer him a position of the
005:051;01['  ]| highest trust. He settled down to$9$ plan how exactly he would get from
005:051;01['  ]| where he was to$4$ Tottenham Court Road, what cutting reply he would
005:051;01['  ]| make to$4$ the magnate and in what order he would eat the biscuits
005:051;01['  ]| when the time came. He had proceeded no farther than the British
005:051;01['  ]| Museum and was recruiting himself in the Archaic Room before the
005:051;01['  ]| Harpy Tomb, when a sharp surface thrust against his nose caused
005:051;01['  ]| him to$9$ open his eyes. This proved to$9$ be$1$ a visiting-card which was at
005:051;01['  ]| once withdrawn so that he might read:
005:051;01[Z  ]| Austin Ticklepenny
005:051;01[Z  ]| Pot Poet
005:051;01[Z  ]| From the County of Dublin
005:051;01['  ]| This creature does not merit any particular description. The merest
005:051;01['  ]| pawn in the game between Murphy and his stars, he makes his little
005:051;01['  ]| move, engages <an> a issue and is swept from the board. Further use may
005:051;01['  ]| conceivably be$1$ found for Austin Ticklepenny in a child's halma or a
005:051;01['  ]| book-reviewer's snakes and ladders, but his chess days are over.
005:051;01['  ]| There is no return game between a man and his stars.
005:051;01[J  ]| 'When I failed to$9$ gain your attention,' 
005:051;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:051;01[J  ]| 'by means
005:051;01[J  ]| of what the divine son of Ariston calls the vocal stream issuing from
005:051;01[J  ]| the soul through the lips, I took the liberty as you notice.'
005:051;01['  ]| Murphy drained his cup and made to$9$ rise. But Ticklepenny trapped
005:051;01['  ]| his legs under the table and said:
005:052;01[J  ]| 'Eear not, I have ceased to$9$ sing.
005:052;01['  ]| Murphy had such <an> a enormous contempt for rape that he found it
005:052;01['  ]| no trouble to$9$ go quite limp at the first sign of its application. He did
005:052;01['  ]| so now.
005:052;01[J  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:052;01[J  ]| \'7nulla 7linea 7sine 7die. Would I be$1$ here if I\
005:052;01[J  ]| \were not on the water-tumbril? I would not.'\
005:052;01['  ]| He worked up to$4$ such a pitch his gambadoes under the table that
005:052;01['  ]| Murphy's memory began to$9$ vibrate.
005:052;01[A  ]| 'Did not I have the dishonour once in Dublin?' 
005:052;01['  ]| he said. 
005:052;01[A  ]| 'Can it have$1$
005:052;01[A  ]| been at the Gate?'
005:052;01[J  ]| 'Romiet,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:052;01[J  ]| 'and Juleo. "Take him and cut him out
005:052;01[J  ]| in little stars.  ~~ " Wotanope!'
005:052;01['  ]| Murphy dimly remembered <an> a opportune apothecary.
005:052;01[J  ]| 'I was snout drunk,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny. 
005:052;01[J  ]| 'You were dead drunk.'
005:052;01['  ]| Now the sad truth was that Murphy never touched it. This was
005:052;01['  ]| bound to$9$ come out sooner or later.
005:052;01[A  ]| 'Unless you want me to$9$ call a policewoman,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:052;01[A  ]| 'cease
005:052;01[A  ]| your clumsy genustuprations.'
005:052;01['  ]| Woman was the keyword here.
005:052;01[J  ]| 'My liver dried up,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:052;01[J  ]| 'so I had to$9$ hang up my
005:052;01[J  ]| Iyre.'
005:052;01[A  ]| 'And let yourself go fundamentally,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:052;01[J  ]| 'Messrs Melpomene, Calliope, Erato and Thalia,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny,
005:052;01[J  ]| 'in that order, woo me in vain since my change of life.'
005:052;01[A  ]| 'Then you know how I feel,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:052;01[J  ]| 'That same Ticklepenny,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:052;01[J  ]| 'who for more years
005:052;01[J  ]| than he cares to$9$ remember turned out his steady pentameter per pint,
005:052;01[J  ]| day in, day out, is now degraded to$4$ the position of male nurse in a
005:052;01[J  ]| hospital for the better-class mentally deranged. It is the same Tickle-penny, 
005:052;01[J  ]| but God bless my soul /quantum mutatus./'
005:052;01[A  ]| '/Ab illa/,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:052;01[J  ]| 'I sit on them that will not eat,' 
005:052;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:052;01[J  ]| 'jacking their
005:052;01[J  ]| jaws apart with the gag, spurning their tongues aside with the
005:052;01[J  ]| spatula, till the last tundish of drench is absorbed. I go round the
005:052;01[J  ]| cells with my shovel and bucket, I ~~'
005:052;01['  ]| Ticklepenny broke down, took indeed a large draught of his lemon
005:052;01['  ]| phosphate, and altogether ceased his wooing under the table. Murphy
005:052;01['  ]| could not take advantage of this to$9$ go, being stunned by the sudden
005:052;01['  ]| clash between two hitherto distinct motifs in Suk's delineations,
005:053;01['  ]| that of lunatic in paragraph two and that of custodian in paragraph
005:053;01['  ]| seven.
005:053;01[J  ]| 'I can not stand it,' 
005:053;01['  ]| groaned Ticklepenny, 
005:053;01[J  ]| 'it is driving me mad.'
005:053;01['  ]| It is hard to$9$ say$1$ where the fault lies in the case of Ticklepenny,
005:053;01['  ]| whether with the soul, the stream or the lips, but certainly the
005:053;01['  ]| quality of his speech is most wretched. Celia's confidence to$4$ 
005:053;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly, Neary's to$4$ Wylie, had to$9$ be$1$ given for the most part obliquely.
005:053;01['  ]| With all the more reason now, Ticklepenny's to$4$ Murphy. It will not
005:053;01['  ]| take many moments.
005:053;01['  ]| After much hesitation Ticklepenny consulted a Dublin physician, a
005:053;01['  ]| Dr*Fist more philosophical than medical, German on his father's side.
005:053;01['  ]| Dr*Fist said: 
005:053;01[W4 ]| 'Giff de pooze ub or go kaputt.' 
005:053;01['  ]| Ticklepenny said he
005:053;01['  ]| would give up the booze. Dr*Fist laughed copiously and said: 
005:053;01[W4 ]| 'I giff
005:053;01[W4 ]| yous a shit to$4$ Killiecrrrankie.' 
005:053;01['  ]| Dr*Angus*Killiecrankie was RMS to$4$ <an> a
005:053;01['  ]| institution on the outskirts of London known as the Magdalen Mental
005:053;01['  ]| Mercyseat. The chit proposed that Ticklepenny, a distinguished indigent 
005:053;01['  ]| drunken Irish bard, should make himself useful about the place
005:053;01['  ]| in return for a mild course of dipsopathic discipline.
005:053;01['  ]| Ticklepenny responded so rapidly to$4$ this arrangement that the
005:053;01['  ]| rumour of a misdiagnosis began to$9$ raise its horrid head in the MMM,
005:053;01['  ]| until Dr*Fist wrote from Dublin explaining that the curative factor at
005:053;01['  ]| work in this interesting case was to$9$ be$1$ sought neither in the dipsopathy 
005:053;01['  ]| nor in the bottlewashing, but in the freedom from poetic composition 
005:053;01['  ]| that these conferred on his client, whose breakdown had
005:053;01['  ]| been due less to$4$ the pints than to$4$ the pentameters.
005:053;01['  ]| This view of the matter will not seem strange to$4$ anyone familiar
005:053;01['  ]| with the class of pentameter that Ticklepenny felt it his duty to$4$ Erin
005:053;01['  ]| to$9$ compose, as free as a canary in the fifth foot (a cruel sacrifice, for
005:053;01['  ]| Ticklepenny hiccuped in end rimes) and at the caesura as hard and
005:053;01['  ]| fast as his own divine flatus and otherwise bulging with as many
005:053;01['  ]| minor beauties from the gaelic prosodoturfy as could be$1$ sucked out of
005:053;01['  ]| a mug of Beamish's porter. No wonder he felt a new man washing the
005:053;01['  ]| bottles and emptying the slops of the better-class mentally deranged.
005:053;01['  ]| But all good things come to$4$ <an> a end and Ticklepenny was offered a
005:053;01['  ]| job in the wards at the seneschalesque figure of five pounds a month
005:053;01['  ]| all found. He accepted. He no longer had the spirit to$9$ refuse. The
005:053;01['  ]| Olympian sot had reverted to$4$ the temperate potboy.
005:053;01['  ]| Now after a bare week in the wards he felt he could not go on. He
005:053;01['  ]| did not mind having his pity and even his terror titillated within
005:054;01['  ]| reason, but the longing to$9$ vomit with compassion and anxiety struck
005:054;01['  ]| him as repugnant to$4$ the true catharsis, especially as he could never
005:054;01['  ]| bring anything up.
005:054;01['  ]| Ticklepenny was immeasurably inferior to$4$ Neary in every way, but
005:054;01['  ]| they had certain points of contrast with Murphy in common. One was
005:054;01['  ]| this pretentious fear of going mad. Another was the inability to$9$ look
005:054;01['  ]| on, no matter what the spectacle. These were connected, in the sense
005:054;01['  ]| that the painful situation could always be$1$ reduced to$4$ onlooking of
005:054;01['  ]| one kind or another. But even here Neary was superior to$4$ Ticklepenny, 
005:054;01['  ]| at least according to$4$ the tradition that ranks the competitor's
005:054;01['  ]| spirit higher than the huckster's and the man regretting what he
005:054;01['  ]| can not have$1$ higher than the man sneering at what he can not understand. 
005:054;01['  ]| For Neary knew his great master's figure of the three lives,
005:054;01['  ]| whereas Ticklepenny knew nothing.
005:054;01['  ]| Wylie came a little closer to$4$ Murphy, but his way of looking was as
005:054;01['  ]| different from Murphy's as a \voyeur's\ from a \voyant's\, though Wylie
005:054;01['  ]| was no more the one in the indecent sense than Murphy was the
005:054;01['  ]| other in the supradecent sense. The terms are only taken to$9$ distinguish 
005:054;01['  ]| between the vision that depends on light, object, viewpoint,
005:054;01['  ]| etc, and the vision that all those things embarrass. In the days when
005:054;01['  ]| Murphy was concerned with seeing Miss*Counihan, he had had to$9$
005:054;01['  ]| close his eyes to$9$ do$1$ so. And even now when he closed them there was
005:054;01['  ]| no guarantee that Miss*Counihan would not appear. That was
005:054;01['  ]| Murphy's really yellow spot. Similarly he had seen Celia for the first
005:054;01['  ]| time, not when she revolved before him in the way that so delighted
005:054;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly, but while she was away consulting the Reach. It was as
005:054;01['  ]| though some instinct had withheld her$6$ from accosting him in form
005:054;01['  ]| until he should have$1$ obtained a clear view of her$2$ advantages, and
005:054;01['  ]| warned her$6$ that before he could see it had to$9$ be$1$ not merely dark, but
005:054;01['  ]| his own dark. Murphy believed there was no dark quite like his own
005:054;01['  ]| dark.
005:054;01['  ]| Ticklepenny's pompous dread of being driven mad by the spectacle
005:054;01['  ]| constantly before him of those that were so already, made him long
005:054;01['  ]| most heartily to$9$ throw up his job as male nurse at the Magdalen
005:054;01['  ]| Mental Mercyseat. But as he had been admitted on probation for the
005:054;01['  ]| term of one month, nothing less than a month's service would produce 
005:054;01['  ]| any pay. To$9$ throw up the job at the end of a week or a fortnight
005:054;01['  ]| or any period less than the period of probation would mean no
005:054;01['  ]| compensation for all he had suffered. And between going mad and
005:055;01['  ]| having the rest of his life poisoned by the thought of having once
005:055;01['  ]| worked for a week for nothing, Ticklepenny found little to$9$ choose.
005:055;01['  ]| Even the MMM found it no easier than other mental hospitals to$9$
005:055;01['  ]| procure nurses. This was one reason for the enlistment of Ticklepenny, 
005:055;01['  ]| whose only qualifications for handling the mentally deranged
005:055;01['  ]| were the pot poet's bulk and induration to$9$ abuse. For even in the
005:055;01['  ]| MMM there were not many patients so divorced from reality that they
005:055;01['  ]| could not discern and vituperate a Ticklepenny in their midst.
005:055;01['  ]| When Ticklepenny had quite done commiserating himself, in a
005:055;01['  ]| snivelling antiphony between the cruel necessity of going mad if he
005:055;01['  ]| stayed and the cruel impossibility of leaving without his wages,
005:055;01['  ]| Murphy said:
005:055;01[A  ]| 'Supposing you were to$9$ produce a substitute of my intelligence'
005:055;01[A  ]| (corrugating his brow) 'and physique' (squaring the circle of his
005:055;01[A  ]| shoulders), 'what then?'
005:055;01['  ]| These words sent the whole of Ticklepenny into transports, but no
005:055;01['  ]| part of him so horribly as his knees, which began to$9$ fawn under the
005:055;01['  ]| table. Even so a delighted dog will sometimes forget himself.
005:055;01['  ]| When this had exhausted itself he begged Murphy to$9$ accompany
005:055;01['  ]| him without a moment's delay to$4$ the MMM and be$1$ signed on, as
005:055;01['  ]| though the possibility of opposition on the part of the authorities to$4$
005:055;01['  ]| this lightning change in their personnel were too remote to$9$ be$1$ considered. 
005:055;01['  ]| Murphy also was inclined to$9$ think that the arrangement
005:055;01['  ]| would find immediate favour, assuming that Ticklepenny had concealed 
005:055;01['  ]| no material factor in the situation, such as a liaison with some
005:055;01['  ]| high official, the head male nurse for example. Short of being such a
005:055;01['  ]| person's minion, Murphy was inclined to$9$ think there was nothing
005:055;01['  ]| Ticklepenny could do$1$ that he could not do$1$ a great deal better,
005:055;01['  ]| especially in a society of psychotics, and that they had merely to$9$
005:055;01['  ]| appear together before the proper authority for this to$9$ be$1$ patent.
005:055;01['  ]| But what made Murphy feel really confident was the sudden syzygy
005:055;01['  ]| in Suk's delineations of lunatic in paragraph two and custodian in
005:055;01['  ]| paragraph seven. Of these considered separately up to$4$ date the first
005:055;01['  ]| had seemed a mere monthly prognosticator's tag, compelled by the
005:055;01['  ]| presence of the moon in the Serpent, and the second a truism on the
005:055;01['  ]| part of his stars. Now their union made the nativity appear as finely
005:055;01['  ]| correlated in all its parts as the system from which it purported to$9$
005:055;01['  ]| come.
005:055;01['  ]| Thus this sixpence worth of sky, from the ludicrous broadsheet that
005:056;01['  ]| Murphy had called his life-warrant, his bull of incommunication and
005:056;01['  ]| corpus of deterrents, changed into the poem that he alone of the living 
005:056;01['  ]| could write. He drew out the black envelope, grasped it to$9$ tear it
005:056;01['  ]| across, then put it back in his pocket, mindful of his memory, and
005:056;01['  ]| that he was not alone. He said he would present himself at the MMM
005:056;01['  ]| the following Sunday morning, whenever that was, which would give
005:056;01['  ]| Ticklepenny time to$9$ manure the ground. Ticklepenny would not go
005:056;01['  ]| mad before that day of rest so favourable to$4$ Murphy. To$4$ those in
005:056;01['  ]| fear of losing it, reason stuck like a bur. And to$4$ those in hope ~~?
005:056;01[J  ]| 'Call me Austin,' 
005:056;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:056;01[J  ]| 'or even Augustin.' 
005:056;01['  ]| He felt the
005:056;01['  ]| time was hardly ripe for Gussy, or even Gus.
005:056;01['  ]| Having now been seated for over <an> a hour without any ill effects,
005:056;01['  ]| carried through his daily fraud and found a use for a pot poet,
005:056;01['  ]| Murphy felt he had earned the long rapture flat on his back in that
005:056;01['  ]| most pleasant of natural laps available, the Cockpit in Hyde Park.
005:056;01['  ]| The need for this had been steadily increasing, now in a final spasm
005:056;01['  ]| of urgency it tore him away from Ticklepenny, into the Gray's Inn
005:056;01['  ]| Road. Under the table the legs continued to$9$ fawn, as a fowl to$9$ writhe
005:056;01['  ]| long after its head has been removed, on a void place and a spacious
005:056;01['  ]| nothing.
005:056;01['  ]| Vera, remarking that he did not call at the cash-desk on his way
005:056;01['  ]| out and that his bill lay where she had put it, supposed the onus of
005:056;01['  ]| payment to$9$ have$1$ fallen on the friend. However she made quite sure
005:056;01['  ]| that it would not fall on her$6$ by putting the two bills together when
005:056;01['  ]| she made out the second. All this happened as Murphy had foreseen.
005:056;01['  ]| The comfort he had been to$4$ Ticklepenny was dirt cheap at 
005:056;01['  ]| fourpence.
005:056;01['  ]| Half the filth thus saved went on a bus to$4$ the Marble Arch. He told
005:056;01['  ]| the conductor to$9$ tell him when they got there, so that he might close
005:056;01['  ]| his eyes and keep them closed. This cancelled the magnate in Oxford
005:056;01['  ]| Street, but what were magnates to$4$ a man whose future was assured?
005:056;01['  ]| And as for the Harpy Tomb, by closing his eyes he could be$1$ in <an> a
005:056;01['  ]| archaic world very much less corrupt than anything on view in the
005:056;01['  ]| BM. Crawling and jerking along in the bus he tried to$9$ think of Celia's
005:056;01['  ]| face when she heard of the engagement, he even tried to$9$ think of the
005:056;01['  ]| engagement itself, but his skull felt packed with gelatine and he could
005:056;01['  ]| not think of anything.
005:056;01['  ]| Murphy adored many things, to$9$ think of him as sad or blase
005:056;01['  ]| would be$1$ to$9$ do$1$ him <an> a injustice or too much honour. One of the many
005:057;01['  ]| things that he adored was a ride in one of the new six-wheelers when
005:057;01['  ]| the traffic was at its height. The deep oversprung seats were most
005:057;01['  ]| insidious, especially forward. A staple recreation before Celia had
005:057;01['  ]| been to$9$ wait at Walham Green for a nice number eleven and take it
005:057;01['  ]| through the evening rush to$4$ Liverpool Street and back, sitting down-stairs 
005:057;01['  ]| behind the driver on the near side. But now with Celia to$9$ support, 
005:057;01['  ]| and Miss*Carridge making her$2$ own of his uncle's interests, this
005:057;01['  ]| pleasure lay beyond his means.
005:057;01['  ]| Near the Cockpit a guffawing group was watching Rima being
005:057;01['  ]| cleaned of a copious pollution of red permanganate. Murphy receded
005:057;01['  ]| a little way into the north and prepared to$9$ finish his lunch. He took
005:057;01['  ]| the biscuits carefully out of the packet and laid them face upward on
005:057;01['  ]| the grass, in order as he felt of edibility. They were the same as 
005:057;01['  ]| always, a Ginger, <an> a Osborne, a Digestive, a Petit Beurre and one
005:057;01['  ]| anonymous. He always ate the first-named last, because he liked it
005:057;01['  ]| the best, and the anonymous first, because he thought it very likely
005:057;01['  ]| the least palatable. The order in which he ate the remaining three was
005:057;01['  ]| indifferent to$4$ him and varied irregularly from day to$4$ day. On his knees
005:057;01['  ]| now before the five it struck him for the first time that these 
005:057;01['  ]| pre-possessions reduced to$4$ a paltry six the number of ways in which he
005:057;01['  ]| could make this meal. But this was to$9$ violate the very essence of
005:057;01['  ]| assortment, this was red permanganate on the Rima of variety. Even
005:057;01['  ]| if he conquered his prejudice against the anonymous, still there
005:057;01['  ]| would be$1$ only twenty-four ways in which the biscuits could be$1$ eaten.
005:057;01['  ]| But were he to$9$ take the final step and overcome his infatuation with
005:057;01['  ]| the ginger, then the assortment would spring to$4$ life before him, 
005:057;01['  ]| dancing the radiant measure of its total permutability, edible in a 
005:057;01['  ]| hundred and twenty ways!
005:057;01['  ]| Overcome by these perspectives Murphy fell forward on his face in
005:057;01['  ]| the grass, beside those biscuits of which it could be$1$ said as truly as
005:057;01['  ]| of the stars, that one differed from another, but of which he could not
005:057;01['  ]| partake in their fullness until he had learnt not to$9$ prefer any one to$4$
005:057;01['  ]| any other. Lying beside them on the grass but facing the opposite
005:057;01['  ]| way, wrestling with the demon of gingerbread, he heard the words:
005:057;01[V2 ]| 'Would you have$1$ the goodness, pardon the intrusion, to$9$ hold my
005:057;01[V2 ]| little doggy?'
005:057;01['  ]| Seen from above and behind Murphy did look fairly obliging, the
005:057;01['  ]| kind of stranger one's little doggy would not mind being held by. He
005:057;01['  ]| sat up and found himself at the feet of a low-sized corpulent 
005:058;01['  ]| middle-aged woman with very bad duck's disease indeed.
005:058;01['  ]| Duck's disease is a distressing pathological condition in which the
005:058;01['  ]| thighs are suppressed and the buttocks spring directly from behind
005:058;01['  ]| the knees, aptly described in Steiss's nosonomy as Panpygoptosis.
005:058;01['  ]| Happily its incidence is small and confined, as the popular name suggests, 
005:058;01['  ]| to$4$ the weaker vessel, a bias of Nature bitterly lamented by the
005:058;01['  ]| celebrated Dr*Busby and other less pedantic notables. It is 
005:058;01['  ]| non-contagious (though some observers have held the contrary), 
005:058;01['  ]| non-infectious, non-heritable, painless and intractable. Its aetiology 
005:058;01['  ]| remains obscure to$4$ all but the psychopathological wholehogs, who
005:058;01['  ]| have shown it to$9$ be$1$ simply another embodiment of the neurotic
005:058;01['  ]| \7Non 7me 7rebus 7sed 7mihi 7res.\
005:058;01['  ]| The Duck, to$9$ give her$6$ a name to$9$ go on with, held in one hand a
005:058;01['  ]| large bulging bag and in the other a lead whereby her$2$ personality was
005:058;01['  ]| extended to$4$ a Dachshund so low and so long that Murphy had no
005:058;01['  ]| means of telling whether it was a dog or a bitch, which was the first
005:058;01['  ]| thing he always wanted to$9$ know about every so-called dog that came
005:058;01['  ]| before him. It certainly had the classical bitch's eye, kiss me in the
005:058;01['  ]| cornea, keep me in the iris and God help you in the pupil. But some
005:058;01['  ]| dogs had that.
005:058;01['  ]| Murphy's front did not bear out the promise of his rear, but the
005:058;01['  ]| Duck had gone too far to$9$ draw back.
005:058;01[V2 ]| 'Nelly is in heat,' 
005:058;01['  ]| she said, without the least trace of affectation, in
005:058;01['  ]| a voice both proud and sad, and paused for Murphy to$9$ congratulate
005:058;01['  ]| or condole, according to$4$ his lights. When he did neither she simply
005:058;01['  ]| laid down her$2$ hand.
005:058;01[V2 ]| 'The oui-ja board is how I live, I come all the way from Paddington
005:058;01[V2 ]| to$9$ feed the poor dear sheep and now I dare not let her$6$ off, here is
005:058;01[V2 ]| my card, Rosie Dew, single woman, by appointment to$4$ Lord Gall of
005:058;01[V2 ]| Wormwood, perhaps you know him, a charming man, he sends me
005:058;01[V2 ]| objects, he is in a painful position, spado of long standing in tail
005:058;01[V2 ]| male special he seeks testamentary pentimenti from the au-dela,
005:058;01[V2 ]| how she strains to$9$ be$1$ off and away, the protector is a man of iron and
005:058;01[V2 ]| will not bar, plunge the fever of her$2$ blood in the Serpentine or the
005:058;01[V2 ]| Long Water for that matter, like Shelley's first wife you know, her$2$
005:058;01[V2 ]| name was Harriet was it not, not Nelly, Shelley, Nelly, oh Nelly how
005:058;01[V2 ]| I ADORE you.
005:058;01['  ]| Shortening her$2$ hold on the lead she whipped up Nelly with great
005:058;01['  ]| dexterity into the wilds of her$2$ bosom and covered her$2$ snout with all
005:059;01['  ]| the kisses that Nelly had taught her$6$ in the long evenings. She then
005:059;01['  ]| handed the trembling animal to$4$ Murphy, took two heads of lettuce
005:059;01['  ]| out of the bag and began sidling up to$4$ the sheep.
005:059;01['  ]| The sheep were a miserable-looking lot, dingy, close-cropped,
005:059;01['  ]| undersized and misshapen. They were not cropping, they were not
005:059;01['  ]| ruminating, they did not even seem to$9$ be$1$ taking their ease. They
005:059;01['  ]| simply stood, in <an> a attitude of profound dejection, their heads bowed,
005:059;01['  ]| swaying slightly as though dazed. Murphy had never seen stranger
005:059;01['  ]| sheep, they seemed one and all on the point of collapse. They made
005:059;01['  ]| the exposition of Wordsworth's lovely 'fields of sleep' as a compositor's 
005:059;01['  ]| error for 'fields of sheep' seem no longer a jibe at that most 
005:059;01['  ]| excellent man. They had not the strength to$9$ back away from Miss*Dew
005:059;01['  ]| approaching with the lettuce.
005:059;01['  ]| She moved freely among them, tendering the lettuce to$4$ one after
005:059;01['  ]| another, pressing it up into their sunk snouts with the gesture of
005:059;01['  ]| one feeding sugar to$4$ a horse. They turned their broody heads aside
005:059;01['  ]| from the emetic, bringing them back into alignment as soon as it
005:059;01['  ]| passed from them. Miss*Dew strayed farther and farther afield in her$2$
005:059;01['  ]| quest for a sheep to$9$ eat her$2$ lettuce.
005:059;01['  ]| Murphy had been too absorbed in this touching little argonautic,
005:059;01['  ]| and above all in the ecstatic demeanour of the sheep, to$9$ pay any
005:059;01['  ]| attention to$4$ Nelly. He now discovered that she had eaten all the biscuits 
005:059;01['  ]| with the exception of the Ginger, which can not have$1$ remained
005:059;01['  ]| in her$2$ mouth for more than a couple of seconds. She was seated
005:059;01['  ]| after her$2$ meal, to$9$ judge by the infinitesimal angle that her$2$ back was
005:059;01['  ]| now making with the horizon. There is this to$9$ be$1$ said for Dachshunds
005:059;01['  ]| of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference 
005:059;01['  ]| to$4$ their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie. If Parmigianino 
005:059;01['  ]| had gone in for painting dogs, he would have$1$ painted them
005:059;01['  ]| like Nelly.
005:059;01['  ]| Miss*Dew was now experimenting with quite a new technique. This
005:059;01['  ]| consisted in placing her$2$ offering on the ground and withdrawing to$4$ a
005:059;01['  ]| discreet remove, so that the sheep might separate in their minds, if
005:059;01['  ]| that was what they wanted, the ideas of the giver and the gift. 
005:059;01['  ]| Miss*Dew was not Love, that she could feel one with what she gave, and
005:059;01['  ]| perhaps there was some dark ovine awareness of this, that Miss*Dew
005:059;01['  ]| was not lettuce, holding up the entire works. But a sheep's psychology 
005:059;01['  ]| is far less simple than Miss*Dew had any idea, and the lettuce
005:059;01['  ]| masquerading as a natural product of the park met with no more
005:060;01['  ]| success than when presented frankly as <an> a exotic variety.
005:060;01['  ]| Miss*Dew at last was obliged to$9$ admit defeat, a bitter pill to$9$ have$1$
005:060;01['  ]| to$9$ swallow before a perfect stranger. She picked up the two heads of
005:060;01['  ]| lettuce and came trundling back on her$2$ powerful little legs to$4$ where
005:060;01['  ]| Murphy was sitting on his heels bemoaning his loss. She stood beside
005:060;01['  ]| him too abashed to$9$ speak, whereas he was too aggrieved not to$9$.
005:060;01[A  ]| 'The sheep,' 
005:060;01['  ]| he said, 
005:060;01[A  ]| 'may not fancy your cabbage ~~'
005:060;01[V2 ]| 'Lettuce!' 
005:060;01['  ]| cried Miss*Dew. 
005:060;01[V2 ]| 'Lovely fresh clean white crisp 
005:060;01[V2 ]| sparkling delicious lettuce!'
005:060;01[A  ]| 'But your hot dog has eaten my lunch,' 
005:060;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:060;01[A  ]| 'or as much of
005:060;01[A  ]| it as she could stomach.'
005:060;01['  ]| Miss*Dew went down on her$2$ knees just like any ordinary person
005:060;01['  ]| and took Nelly's head in her$2$ hands. Mistress and bitch exchanged a
005:060;01['  ]| long look of intelligence.
005:060;01[A  ]| 'The depravity of her$2$ appetite,' 
005:060;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:060;01[A  ]| 'you may be$1$ glad to$9$
005:060;01[A  ]| hear, does not extend to$4$ ginger, nor the extremity of mine to$4$ a rutting
005:060;01[A  ]| cur's rejectamenta.'
005:060;01['  ]| Miss*Dew kneeling looked more than ever like a duck, or a stunted
005:060;01['  ]| penguin. Her$2$ bosom rose and fell, her$2$ colour came and went, in
005:060;01['  ]| consequence of Murphy's reference to$4$ Nelly, who with Lord Gall was
005:060;01['  ]| almost all she had in this dreary \8en-de^ca,\ as a rutting cur. Her$2$ pet
005:060;01['  ]| had certainly placed her$6$ in a very false position.
005:060;01['  ]| Wylie in Murphy's place might have$1$ consoled himself with the
005:060;01['  ]| thought that the Park was a closed system in which there could be$1$ no
005:060;01['  ]| loss of appetite; Neary with the unction of <an> a \7Ipse 7dixit\; Ticklepenny
005:060;01['  ]| with reprisal. But Murphy was inconsolable, the snuff of the dip
005:060;01['  ]| stinking that the biscuits had lit in his mind, for Nelly to$9$ extinguish.
005:060;01[A  ]| 'Oh, my America,' 
005:060;01['  ]| he cried, 
005:060;01[A  ]| 'my Newfoundland, no sooner sighted
005:060;01[A  ]| than Atlantis.'
005:060;01['  ]| Miss*Dew pictured her$2$ patron in her$2$ place.
005:060;01[V2 ]| 'How much are you out?' 
005:060;01['  ]| she said.
005:060;01['  ]| These words were incomprehensible to$4$ Murphy, and remained so
005:060;01['  ]| until he saw a purse in her$2$ hand.
005:060;01[A  ]| 'Twopence,' 
005:060;01['  ]| he replied, 
005:060;01[A  ]| 'and a critique of pure love.'
005:060;01[V2 ]| 'Here is threepence,' 
005:060;01['  ]| said Miss*Dew.
005:060;01['  ]| This brought Murphy's filth up to$4$ fivepence.
005:060;01['  ]| Miss*Dew went away without saying goodbye. She had not left
005:060;01['  ]| home more gladly than she now returned sadly. It was often the way.
005:060;01['  ]| She trundled along towards Victoria Gate, Nelly gliding before her$6$,
005:061;01['  ]| and felt the worse for her$2$ outing. Her$2$ lettuce turned down, her$2$ mortification, 
005:061;01['  ]| her$2$ pet and herself in her$2$ pet insulted, the threepence gone
005:061;01['  ]| that she had earmarked for a glass of mild. She passed by the dahlias
005:061;01['  ]| and the dogs' cemetery, out into the sudden grey glare of Bayswater
005:061;01['  ]| Road. She caught up Nelly in her$2$ arms and carried her$6$ a greater part
005:061;01['  ]| of the way to$4$ Paddington than was necessary. A boot was waiting
005:061;01['  ]| for her$6$ from Lord Gall, a boot formerly in the wardrobe of his father.
005:061;01['  ]| She would sit down with Nelly in her$2$ lap, one hand on the boot. the
005:061;01['  ]| other on the board, and wrest from the ether some good reason for
005:061;01['  ]| the protector, who was also the reversioner unfortunately, to$9$ cut off
005:061;01['  ]| the cruel entail.
005:061;01['  ]| Miss*Dew's control, a panpygoptotic Manichee of the fourth century, 
005:061;01['  ]| Lena by name, severe of deportment and pallid of feature, who
005:061;01['  ]| had entertained Jerome on his way through Rome from Calchis to$4$
005:061;01['  ]| Bethlehem, had not, according to$4$ her$2$ own account, been raised so
005:061;01['  ]| wholly a spiritual body as yet to$9$ sit down with much more comfort
005:061;01['  ]| than she had in the natural. But she declared that every century
005:061;01['  ]| brought a marked improvement and urged Miss*Dew to$9$ be$1$ of good
005:061;01['  ]| courage. In a thousand years she might look forward to$4$ having thighs
005:061;01['  ]| like anyone else, and not merely thighs, but thighs celestial.
005:061;01['  ]| Miss*Dew was no ordinary hack medium, her$2$ methods were original 
005:061;01['  ]| and eclectic. She might not be$1$ able to$9$ bring down torrents of
005:061;01['  ]| ectoplasm or multiply anemones from her$2$ armpits, but left undisturbed 
005:061;01['  ]| with one hand on a disaffected boot, the other on the board,
005:061;01['  ]| Nelly in her$2$ lap and Lena coming through, she could make the dead
005:061;01['  ]| softsoap the quick in seven languages.
005:061;01['  ]| Murphy continued to$9$ sit on his heels for some little time, playing
005:061;01['  ]| with the five pennies, speculating on Miss*Dew, speculating on the
005:061;01['  ]| sheep with whom he felt in close sympathy, deprecating this prejudice
005:061;01['  ]| and that, arraigning his love of Celia. In vain. The freedom of indifference, 
005:061;01['  ]| the indifference of freedom, the will dust in the dust of its
005:061;01['  ]| object, the act a handful of sand let fall ~~ these were some of the
005:061;01['  ]| shapes he had sighted, sunset landfall after many days. But now all
005:061;01['  ]| was nebulous and dark, a murk of irritation from which no spark
005:061;01['  ]| could be$1$ excogitated. He therefore went to$4$ the other extreme, 
005:061;01['  ]| disconnected his mind from the gross importunities of sensation and
005:061;01['  ]| reflection and composed himself on the hollow of his back for the torpor 
005:061;01['  ]| he had been craving to$9$ enter for the past five hours. He had been
005:061;01['  ]| unavoidably detained, by Ticklepenny, by Miss*Dew, by his efforts to$9$
005:062;01['  ]| rekindle the light that Nelly had quenched. But now there seemed
005:062;01['  ]| nothing to$9$ stop him. Nothing can stop me now, was his last thought
005:062;01['  ]| before he lapsed into consciousness, and nothing will stop me. In
005:062;01['  ]| effect, nothing did turn up to$9$ stop him and he slipped away, from the
005:062;01['  ]| pensums and prizes, from Celia, chandlers, public highways, etc,
005:062;01['  ]| from Celia, buses, public gardens, etc, to$4$ where there were no pensums 
005:062;01['  ]| and no prizes, but only Murphy himself, improved out of all
005:062;01['  ]| knowledge.
005:062;01['  ]| When he came to$5$, or rather from, how he had no idea, he found
005:062;01['  ]| night fallen, a full moon risen and the sheep gathered round him,
005:062;01['  ]| a drift of pale uneasy shapes, suggesting how he might have$1$ been
005:062;01['  ]| roused. They seemed in rather better form, less Wordsworthy, resting,
005:062;01['  ]| ruminating and even cropping. What they had rejected was therefore 
005:062;01['  ]| not Miss*Dew, nor her$2$ cabbage, but simply the hour of day. He
005:062;01['  ]| thought of the four caged owls in Battersea Park, whose joys and sorrows 
005:062;01['  ]| did not begin till dusk.
005:062;01['  ]| He bared his eyes to$4$ the moon, he forced back the lids with his
005:062;01['  ]| fingers, the yellow oozed under them into his skull, a belch came wet
005:062;01['  ]| and foul from the green old days ~~
005:062;01[Z  ]| \Gazed on unto my setting from my rise\
005:062;01[Z  ]| \Almost of none but of unquiet eyes\ ~~
005:062;01['  ]| he spat, rose and hastened back to$4$ Celia, with all the speed that fivepence 
005:062;01['  ]| could command. No doubt his news was good, according to$4$ her$2$
005:062;01['  ]| God, but it had been a trying day for Murphy in the body and he was
005:062;01['  ]| more than usually impatient for the music to$9$ begin. It was long past
005:062;01['  ]| his usual hour when he arrived, to$9$ find, not a meal spoiling as he had
005:062;01['  ]| hoped and feared, but Celia spreadeagled on her$2$ face on the bed.
005:062;01['  ]| A shocking thing had happened.
005:063;00[U  ]| <Six>
005:063;01['  ]| \7Amor 7intellectualis 7quo Murphy 7se 7ipsum 7amat.\
005:063;01['  ]| It is most unfortunate, but the point of this story has been reached
005:063;01['  ]| where a justification of the expression 'Murphy's mind' has to$9$ be$1$ attempted. 
005:063;01['  ]| Happily we need not concern ourselves with this apparatus
005:063;01['  ]| as it really was ~~ that would be$1$ <an> a extravagance and <an> a impertinence
005:063;01['  ]| ~~ but solely with what it felt and pictured itself to$9$ be$1$. Murphy's mind
005:063;01['  ]| is after all the gravamen of these informations. A short section to$4$
005:063;01['  ]| itself at this stage will relieve us from the necessity of apologizing
005:063;01['  ]| for it further.
005:063;01['  ]| Murphy's mind pictured itself as a large hollow sphere, hermetically 
005:063;01['  ]| closed to$4$ the universe without. This was not <an> a impoverishment, 
005:063;01['  ]| for it excluded nothing that it did not itself contain. Nothing
005:063;01['  ]| ever had been, was or would be$1$ in the universe outside it but was
005:063;01['  ]| already present as virtual, or actual, or virtual rising into actual, or
005:063;01['  ]| actual falling into virtual, in the universe inside it.
005:063;01['  ]| This did not involve Murphy in the idealist tar. There was the
005:063;01['  ]| mental fact and there was the physical fact, equally real if not equally
005:063;01['  ]| pleasant.
005:063;01['  ]| He distinguished between the actual and the virtual of his mind,
005:063;01['  ]| not as between form and the formless yearning for form, but as
005:063;01['  ]| between that of which he had both mental and physical experience
005:063;01['  ]| and that of which he had mental experience only. Thus the form of
005:063;01['  ]| kick was actual, that of caress virtual.
005:064;01['  ]| The mind felt its actual part to$9$ be$1$ above and bright, its virtual
005:064;01['  ]| beneath and fading into dark, without however connecting this with
005:064;01['  ]| the ethical yoyo. The mental experience was cut off from the physical
005:064;01['  ]| experience, its criteria were not those of the physical experience, the
005:064;01['  ]| agreement of part of its content with physical fact did not confer
005:064;01['  ]| worth on that part. It did not function and could not be$1$ disposed
005:064;01['  ]| according to$4$ a principle of worth. It was made up of light fading into
005:064;01['  ]| dark, of above and beneath, but not of good and bad. It contained
005:064;01['  ]| forms with parallel in another mode and forms without, but not right
005:064;01['  ]| forms and wrong forms. It felt no issue between its light and dark, no
005:064;01['  ]| need for its light to$9$ devour its dark. The need was now to$9$ be$1$ in the
005:064;01['  ]| light, now in the half light, now in the dark. That was all.
005:064;01['  ]| Thus Murphy felt himself split in two, a body and a mind. They had
005:064;01['  ]| intercourse apparently, otherwise he could not have$1$ known that they
005:064;01['  ]| had anything in common. But he felt his mind to$9$ be$1$ bodytight and did
005:064;01['  ]| not understand through what channel the intercourse was effected
005:064;01['  ]| nor how the two experiences came to$9$ overlap. He was satisfied that
005:064;01['  ]| neither followed from the other. He neither thought a kick because he
005:064;01['  ]| felt one nor felt a kick because he thought one. Perhaps the knowledge 
005:064;01['  ]| was related to$4$ the fact of the kick as two magnitudes to$4$ a third.
005:064;01['  ]| Perhaps there was, outside space and time, a non-mental non-physical 
005:064;01['  ]| Kick from all eternity, dimly revealed to$4$ Murphy in its correlated 
005:064;01['  ]| modes of consciousness and extension, the kick \in intellectu\
005:064;01['  ]| and the kick \7in 7re\. But where then was the supreme Caress?
005:064;01['  ]| However that might be$1$, Murphy was content to$9$ accept this partial
005:064;01['  ]| congruence of the world of his mind with the world of his body as due
005:064;01['  ]| to$4$ some such process of supernatural determination. The problem
005:064;01['  ]| was of little interest. Any solution would do$1$ that did not clash with
005:064;01['  ]| the feeling, growing stronger as Murphy grew older, that his mind
005:064;01['  ]| was a closed system, subject to$4$ no principle of change but its own,
005:064;01['  ]| self-sufficient and impermeable to$4$ the vicissitudes of the body. Of 
005:064;01['  ]| infinitely more interest than how this came to$9$ be$1$ so was the manner in
005:064;01['  ]| which it might be$1$ exploited.
005:064;01['  ]| He was split, one part of him never left this mental chamber that
005:064;01['  ]| pictured itself as a sphere full of light fading into dark, because there
005:064;01['  ]| was no way out. But motion in this world depended on rest in the
005:064;01['  ]| world outside. A man is in bed, wanting to$9$ sleep. A rat is behind
005:064;01['  ]| the wall at his head, wanting to$9$ move. The man hears the rat fidget
005:064;01['  ]| and can not sleep, the rat hears the man fidget and dares not move.
005:065;01['  ]| They are both unhappy, one fidgeting and the other waiting, or both
005:065;01['  ]| happy, the rat moving and the man sleeping.
005:065;01['  ]| Murphy could think and know after a fashion with his body up (so
005:065;01['  ]| to$9$ speak) and about, with a kind of mental \7tic 7douloureux\ sufficient
005:065;01['  ]| for his parody of rational behaviour. But that was not what he 
005:065;01['  ]| understood by consciousness.
005:065;01['  ]| His body lay down more and more in a less precarious abeyance
005:065;01['  ]| than that of sleep, for its own convenience and so that the mind
005:065;01['  ]| might move. There seemed little left of this body that was not privy
005:065;01['  ]| to$4$ this mind, and that little was usually tired on its own account. The
005:065;01['  ]| development of what looked like collusion between such utter strangers 
005:065;01['  ]| remained to$4$ Murphy as unintelligible as telekinesis or the Leyden 
005:065;01['  ]| Jar, and of as little interest. He noted with satisfaction that it
005:065;01['  ]| existed, that his bodily need ran more and more with his mental.
005:065;01['  ]| As he lapsed in body he felt himself coming alive in mind, set free
005:065;01['  ]| to$9$ move among its treasures. The body has its stock, the mind its
005:065;01['  ]| treasures.
005:065;01['  ]| There were the three zones, light, half light, dark, each with its
005:065;01['  ]| speciality.
005:065;01['  ]| In the first were the forms with parallel, a radiant abstract of the
005:065;01['  ]| dog's life, the elements of physical experience available for a new 
005:065;01['  ]| arrangement. Here the pleasure was reprisal, the pleasure of reversing
005:065;01['  ]| the physical experience. Here the kick that the physical Murphy 
005:065;01['  ]| received, the mental Murphy gave. It was the same kick, but corrected
005:065;01['  ]| as to$4$ direction. Here the chandlers were available for slow depilation, 
005:065;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge for rape by Ticklepenny, and so on. Here the
005:065;01['  ]| whole physical fiasco became a howling success.
005:065;01['  ]| In the second were the forms without parallel. Here the pleasure
005:065;01['  ]| was contemplation. This system had no other mode in which to$9$ be$1$
005:065;01['  ]| out of joint and therefore did not need to$9$ be$1$ put right in this. Here
005:065;01['  ]| was the Belacqua bliss and others scarcely less precise.
005:065;01['  ]| In both these zones of his private world Murphy felt sovereign and
005:065;01['  ]| free, in the one to$9$ requite himself, in the other to$9$ move as he pleased
005:065;01['  ]| from one unparalleled beatitude to$4$ another. There was no rival
005:065;01['  ]| initiative.
005:065;01['  ]| The third, the dark, was a flux of forms, a perpetual coming together 
005:065;01['  ]| and falling asunder of forms. The light contained the docile
005:065;01['  ]| elements of a new manifold, the world of the body broken up into the
005:065;01['  ]| pieces of a toy; the half light, states of peace. But the dark neither
005:066;01['  ]| elements nor states, nothing but forms becoming and crumbling into
005:066;01['  ]| the fragments of a new becoming, without love or hate or any intelligible 
005:066;01['  ]| principle of change. Here there was nothing but commotion and
005:066;01['  ]| the pure forms of commotion. Here he was not free, but a mote in
005:066;01['  ]| the dark of absolute freedom. He did not move, he was a point in the
005:066;01['  ]| ceaseless unconditioned generation and passing away of line.
005:066;01['  ]| Matrix of surds.
005:066;01['  ]| It was pleasant to$9$ kick the Ticklepennies and Miss*Carridges
005:066;01['  ]| simultaneously together into ghastly acts of love. It was pleasant to$9$
005:066;01['  ]| lie dreaming on the shelf beside Belacqua, watching the dawn break
005:066;01['  ]| crooked. But how much more pleasant was the sensation of being a
005:066;01['  ]| missile without provenance or target, caught up in a tumult of 
005:066;01['  ]| non-Newtonian motion. So pleasant that pleasant was not the word.
005:066;01['  ]| Thus as his body set him free more and more in his mind, he took
005:066;01['  ]| to$4$ spending less and less time in the light, spitting at the breakers of
005:066;01['  ]| the world; and less in the half light, where the choice of bliss 
005:066;01['  ]| introduced <an> a element of effort; and more and more and more in the dark,
005:066;01['  ]| in the will-lessness, a mote in its absolute freedom.
005:066;01['  ]| This painful duty having now been discharged, no further bulletins
005:066;01['  ]| will be$1$ issued.
005:067;00[U  ]| <Seven>
005:067;01['  ]| Celia's triumph over Murphy, following her$2$ confidence to$4$ her$2$ grand-father, 
005:067;01['  ]| was gained about the middle of September, Thursday the 12th
005:067;01['  ]| to$9$ be$1$ pedantic, a little before the Ember Days, the sun being still in
005:067;01['  ]| the Virgin. Wylie rescued Neary, consoled and advised him, a week
005:067;01['  ]| later, as the sun with a sigh of relief passed over into the Balance.
005:067;01['  ]| The encounter, on which so much unhinges, between Murphy and
005:067;01['  ]| Ticklepenny, took place on Friday, October the 11th (though Murphy
005:067;01['  ]| did not know that), the moon being full again, but not nearly so near
005:067;01['  ]| the earth as when last in opposition.
005:067;01['  ]| Let us now take Time that old fornicator, bald though he be
005:067;01['  ]| behind, by such few sad short hairs as he has, back to$4$ Monday,
005:067;01['  ]| October the 7th, the first day of his restitution to$4$ the bewitching 
005:067;01['  ]| Miss*Greenwich.
005:067;01['  ]| Respectable people were going to$4$ bed.
005:067;01['  ]| Mr*Willoughby*Kelly lay back. The sail of his kite was crimson
005:067;01['  ]| silk, worn and wan with much exposure. He had been mending it with
005:067;01['  ]| needle and thread, he could do$1$ no more, it lay a large hexagon of
005:067;01['  ]| crimson on the counterpane, freed from its asterisk of sticks. 
005:067;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly himself did not look a day over ninety, cascades of light from
005:067;01['  ]| the bed-lamp fell on the hairless domes and bosses of his skull, scored
005:067;01['  ]| his ravaged face with shadow. He found it hard to$9$ think, his body
005:067;01['  ]| seemed spread over a vast area, parts would wander away and get lost
005:067;01['  ]| if he did not keep a sharp look-out, he felt them fidgeting to$9$ be$1$ off.
005:068;01['  ]| He was vigilant and agitated, his vigilance was agitated, he made
005:068;01['  ]| snatches and darts in his mind at this part and that. He found it hard
005:068;01['  ]| to$9$ think, impossible to$9$ expand the sad pun (for he had excellent
005:068;01['  ]| French): \Celia, 8s'il 8y 8a, Celia, 8s'il 8y 8a\, throbbing steadily behind his
005:068;01['  ]| eyes. To$9$ be$1$ punning her$2$ name consoled him a little, a very little.
005:068;01['  ]| What had he done to$4$ her$6$, that she did not come to$9$ see him any more?
005:068;01['  ]| Now I have no one, said Mr*Kelly, not even Celia. The human eyelid
005:068;01['  ]| is not teartight, the craters between nose and cheekbones trapped the
005:068;01['  ]| precious moisture, no other lachrymatory was necessary.
005:068;01['  ]| Neary also had no one, not even Cooper. He sat in Glasshouse Street,
005:068;01['  ]| huddled in the trod of his troubles like <an> a owl in ivy, inundating with
005:068;01['  ]| green tea a bellyful of bird's-nest soup, chop suey, noodles, sharks'
005:068;01['  ]| fins and Iychee syrup. He was sad, with the snarling sadness of the
005:068;01['  ]| choleric man. With the chop-sticks held like bones between his fingers 
005:068;01['  ]| he kept up a low battuta of anger.
005:068;01['  ]| His problem was not only how to$9$ find Murphy, but how to$9$ find
005:068;01['  ]| him without being found himself by Ariadne nee Cox. It was like
005:068;01['  ]| looking for a needle in a haystack full of vipers. The town was alive
005:068;01['  ]| with her$2$ touts, with her$2$ multitudinous self, and he was alone. In a
005:068;01['  ]| moment of fury he had cast off Cooper, whom now when he longed
005:068;01['  ]| to$9$ have$1$ back he could not find. He had written begging Wylie to$9$
005:068;01['  ]| come and support him, with his resource, his practical ingenuity, his
005:068;01['  ]| \8savoir 8faire, his 8savoir 8ne 8pas 8faire\, all those vulpine endowments that
005:068;01['  ]| Neary did not possess. To$4$ which Wylie had replied, very truly, that
005:068;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan was a wholetime job and the straightening of Neary's
005:068;01['  ]| way a harder nut to$9$ crack than he had anticipated. This letter filled
005:068;01['  ]| Neary with a new misgiving. He had been let down by Cooper, a
005:068;01['  ]| tried and trusted servant; with how much more likelihood then by
005:068;01['  ]| Wylie, whom he scarcely knew. All of a sudden Murphy, his quarry,
005:068;01['  ]| seemed the only man of all his acquaintance, of all the men he had
005:068;01['  ]| ever known, who would not fail in his trust to$4$ a man, however badly
005:068;01['  ]| he might seem to$9$ treat women. Thus his need for Murphy changed. It
005:068;01['  ]| could not be$1$ more urgent than it was, it had to$9$ lose with reference to$4$
005:068;01['  ]| the rival what it gained with reference to$4$ the friend. The horse
005:068;01['  ]| leech's daughter was a closed system.
005:068;01['  ]| He sat on, shaking his head like a perhaps empty bottle, muttering 
005:068;01['  ]| bitterly with the chop-sticks, and a sorer lack than any wife or
005:068;01['  ]| even mistress, were she Yang Kuei-fei herself, was a mind to$9$ pillow
005:069;01['  ]| his beside. The Oriental milieu had no doubt to$9$ do$1$ with this aberration. 
005:069;01['  ]| The lychee, of which he had taken three portions, continued to$9$
005:069;01['  ]| elaborate its nameless redolence, a dusk of lute music behind his
005:069;01['  ]| troubles.
005:069;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan sat on Wylie's knees, \not\ in Wynn's Hotel lest <an> a
005:069;01['  ]| action for libel should lie, and oyster kisses passed between them.
005:069;01['  ]| Wylie did not often kiss, but when he did it was a serious matter. He
005:069;01['  ]| was not one of those lugubrious persons who insist on removing the
005:069;01['  ]| clapper from the bell of passion. A kiss from Wylie was like a breve
005:069;01['  ]| tied, in a long slow amorous phrase, over bars' times its equivalent in
005:069;01['  ]| demi-semiquavers. Miss*Counihan had never enjoyed anything quite
005:069;01['  ]| so much as this slow-motion osmosis of love's spittle.
005:069;01['  ]| The above passage is carefully calculated to$9$ deprave the cultivated
005:069;01['  ]| reader.
005:069;01['  ]| For <an> a Irish girl Miss*Counihan was quite exceptionally anthropoid.
005:069;01['  ]| Wylie was not sure that he cared altogether for her$2$ mouth, which was
005:069;01['  ]| a large one. The kissing surface was greater than the rosebud's, but
005:069;01['  ]| less highly toned. Otherwise she did. It is superfluous to$9$ describe her$6$,
005:069;01['  ]| she was just like any other beautiful Irish girl, except, as noted, more
005:069;01['  ]| markedly anthropoid. How far this constitutes <an> a advantage is what
005:069;01['  ]| every man must decide for himself.
005:069;01['  ]| Enter Cooper. Like a mollusc torn from its rock Wylie came away.
005:069;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan staunched her$2$ mouth. Wylie would not have$1$ broken
005:069;01['  ]| off his love game for Cooper, any more than for <an> a animal, but he
005:069;01['  ]| feared lest Neary also were at hand.
005:069;01[G  ]| 'I do be$1$ turned off,' 
005:069;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:069;01['  ]| Wylie grasped the situation in a flash. He turned reassuringly to$4$
005:069;01['  ]| the still panting Miss*Counihan and said:
005:069;01[F  ]| 'Do not be$1$ alarmed, my dear. This is Cooper, Neary's man. He
005:069;01[F  ]| never knocks, nor sits, nor takes his hat off. No doubt he has news of
005:069;01[F  ]| Murphy.'
005:069;01[E  ]| 'Oh, if you have,' 
005:069;01['  ]| cried Miss*Counihan, 
005:069;01[E  ]| 'if you have news of my
005:069;01[E  ]| love, speak, speak, I adjure you.' 
005:069;01['  ]| She was <an> a omnivorous reader.
005:069;01['  ]| It was true that Cooper never sat, his acathisia was deep-seated
005:069;01['  ]| and of long standing. It was indifferent to$4$ him whether he stood or
005:069;01['  ]| lay, but sit he could not. From Euston to$4$ Holyhead he had stood,
005:069;01['  ]| from Holyhead to$4$ Dun Laoghaire, lain. Now he stood again, bolt
005:069;01['  ]| upright in the centre of the room, his bowler hat on his head, his
005:070;01['  ]| scarlet choker tightly knotted, his glass eye bloodshot, sliding his
005:070;01['  ]| middle fingers up and down the seams of his baggy moleskins just
005:070;01['  ]| above the knee, saying, 
005:070;01[G  ]| 'I do be$1$ turned off, I do be$1$ turned off,' 
005:070;01['  ]| over
005:070;01['  ]| and over again.
005:070;01[F  ]| 'Rather say,' 
005:070;01['  ]| said Wylie, who unlike Murphy preferred the poorest
005:070;01['  ]| joke to$4$ none, provided it was he who made it, 
005:070;01[F  ]| 'you do be$1$ turned on.'
005:070;01['  ]| He poured out a large whisky and handed it to$4$ him, saying:
005:070;01[F  ]| 'This will help the needle off the crack.'
005:070;01['  ]| The large whisky was the merest smell of a cork to$4$ Cooper, who
005:070;01['  ]| did not however turn up his nose at it on that account. Most of the
005:070;01['  ]| corks he was offered were odourless.
005:070;01['  ]| Cooper's account, expurgated, accelerated, improved and reduced,
005:070;01['  ]| of how he came to$9$ be$1$ turned off, gives the following.
005:070;01['  ]| After many days he picked up Murphy in the Cockpit late one
005:070;01['  ]| afternoon and tracked him to$4$ the mew in West Brompton. At the
005:070;01['  ]| corner of the mew a glorious gin-palace stood foursquare, a pub that
005:070;01['  ]| had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to$9$ shine upon it. As
005:070;01['  ]| Cooper passed, hard on Murphy's heels, the grille parted, the shutters
005:070;01['  ]| rolled up, the doors swung open. Cooper kept on his way, Murphy's
005:070;01['  ]| way, until that ended in the house that Murphy entered. He let himself 
005:070;01['  ]| in, therefore he lived there. Cooper made a mental note of the
005:070;01['  ]| number and hastened back the way he had come, devising as he went
005:070;01['  ]| the wire to$4$ Weary.
005:070;01['  ]| At the corner he paused to$9$ admire the pub, superior to$4$ any he had
005:070;01['  ]| ever seen. Suddenly a man was standing in the porch, radiant in his
005:070;01['  ]| shirt-sleeves and <an> a apron of fine baize, holding fast a bottle of
005:070;01['  ]| whisky. His face was as the face of <an> a angel, he stretched out his
005:070;01['  ]| hand upon Cooper.
005:070;01['  ]| When he came out five hours later his thirst was firmly established.
005:070;01['  ]| The doors closed, the shutters rattled down, the wings of the grille
005:070;01['  ]| came together. The defence of West Brompton, by West Brompton,
005:070;01['  ]| against West Brompton, was taking no chances.
005:070;01['  ]| He raged, Pantagruel had him by the throat. The moon, by a
005:070;01['  ]| striking coincidence full and at perigee, bathed the palatial tantalus
005:070;01['  ]| in <an> a ironical radiance. He ground his jaws, he clenched fiercely the
005:070;01['  ]| slack of his trouser knees, he was ripe for mischief. He thought of
005:070;01['  ]| Murphy, his quarry, therefore his enemy. The door of the house was
005:070;01['  ]| ajar, he closed it behind him and stood in the dark hall. He struck
005:070;01['  ]| a fusee. The one room opening off the hall was doorless, no sound
005:071;01['  ]| nor light came from the basement. He climbed the stairs. He opened
005:071;01['  ]| a door on the mezzanine, only to$9$ behold, in the eerie flicker of the
005:071;01['  ]| fusee, <an> a earth closet. Two rooms opened off the first-floor landing,
005:071;01['  ]| one was doorless, a long gasp of despair issued from the other.
005:071;01['  ]| Cooper entered, found Murphy in the appalling position described
005:071;01['  ]| in section three, assumed that a murder had been bungled and 
005:071;01['  ]| retreated headlong. As he burst out of the door the most beautiful
005:071;01['  ]| young woman he had ever seen slipped in.
005:071;01[E  ]| 'Alas!' 
005:071;01['  ]| cried Miss*Counihan. 
005:071;01[E  ]| 'False and cruel!'
005:071;01['  ]| He took tube to$4$ Wapping, whose defence of itself, by itself,
005:071;01['  ]| against itself, was less implacable than West Brompton's, and there
005:071;01['  ]| drank for a week. His thirst and money ended together. a merciful
005:071;01['  ]| coincidence. He rifled poor-box after poor-box until he had scraped
005:071;01['  ]| together a few shillings. He hurried back to$4$ West Brompton, only
005:071;01['  ]| pausing on the way to$9$ wire the good news to$4$ Neary, that Murphy was
005:071;01['  ]| found. The ruins of the mew were being carted away, to$9$ make room
005:071;01['  ]| for <an> a architecture more in keeping with the palace on the corner.
005:071;01['  ]| He hurried back to$4$ his stew, only pausing on the way to$9$ wire the bad
005:071;01['  ]| news to$4$ Neary, that Murphy was lost.
005:071;01['  ]| Neary arrived the following morning. Cooper threw himself on his
005:071;01['  ]| mercy, abated not one tittle of the truth and was turned off with
005:071;01['  ]| contumely.
005:071;01['  ]| Some days later he was taken up for begging without singing and
005:071;01['  ]| given ten days. The leisure hours of his confinement, which would
005:071;01['  ]| otherwise have$1$ hung most heavy on his hands, he devoted to$4$ bringing
005:071;01['  ]| up to$4$ date the return half of his monthly ticket, so that he might lose
005:071;01['  ]| no time, the moment he was free, in returning to$4$ the dear land of his
005:071;01['  ]| birth. He had been some days in Dublin, looking for Miss*Counihan,
005:071;01['  ]| who had not left <an> a address at Wynn's Hotel. Now at last he found
005:071;01['  ]| her$6$, with pleased surprise, in the arms of Mr*Wylie, whom of course
005:071;01['  ]| he remembered from the GP days, those happy days now gone for*ever. 
005:071;01['  ]| He wiped away a tear.
005:071;01['  ]| All the puppets in this book whinge sooner or later, except Murphy,
005:071;01['  ]| who is not a puppet.
005:071;01['  ]| Wylie browbeat:
005:071;01[F  ]| 'Could you find Murphy again?'
005:071;01[G  ]| 'Maybe,' 
005:071;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:071;01[F  ]| 'Could you find Neary?'
005:071;01[G  ]| 'Handy,' 
005:071;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Did you know that Neary had deserted his wife?'
005:072;01[G  ]| 'I did,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Did you know she was in London?'
005:072;01[G  ]| 'I did,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Why did not you go to$4$ her$6$ when Neary turned you off?'
005:072;01['  ]| Cooper did not like this question at all. He presented his profiles,
005:072;01['  ]| between which there was little resemblance, many times in rapid
005:072;01['  ]| succession to$4$ his tormentor.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Why not?' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:072;01[G  ]| 'I do be$1$ too fond of Mr*Neary,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Liar,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:072;01['  ]| This was not a question. Cooper waited for the next question.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Neary knows too much,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:072;01['  ]| Cooper waited.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'You split on him,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:072;01[F  ]| 'he splits on you. Is not that it?'
005:072;01['  ]| Cooper admitted nothing.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'All you need,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:072;01[F  ]| 'is a little kindness, and in a short time
005:072;01[F  ]| you will be$1$ sitting down and taking off your hat and doing all the
005:072;01[F  ]| things that are impossible at present. Miss*Counihan and I are your
005:072;01[F  ]| friends.'
005:072;01['  ]| Cooper could not have$1$ looked more gratified if he had been
005:072;01['  ]| Frankenstein's daemon and Wylie De Lacey.
005:072;01[F  ]| 'Now, Cooper,' 
005:072;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:072;01[F  ]| 'will you be$1$ so kind as to$9$ leave the
005:072;01[F  ]| room and wait outside till I am so courteous as to$9$ call you?'
005:072;01['  ]| Wylie's first care, when Cooper had left the room, was to$9$ kiss 
005:072;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan's tears away. He had a special kiss for this purpose, <an> a
005:072;01['  ]| astringent kiss, with a movement like a barber's clippers. Not the
005:072;01['  ]| thought of Murphy upside down and bleeding, but that of the beautiful 
005:072;01['  ]| female visitor, had upset Miss*Counihan. Mindful of Neary's
005:072;01['  ]| blunder by the grave of Father*Prout (F%* S%*Mahony), Wylie pointed
005:072;01['  ]| out that there was nothing whatever to$9$ connect Murphy with the
005:072;01['  ]| young woman seen by Cooper on his way out. But Miss*Counihan
005:072;01['  ]| was offended, not mollified, by this suggestion, which seemed to$4$ her$6$
005:072;01['  ]| a disparagement of Murphy. For what could beauty's business be$1$
005:072;01['  ]| in Murphy's vicinity, if not with Murphy? She increased the flow of
005:072;01['  ]| tears, partly to$9$ show how offended she was, partly because the kisses
005:072;01['  ]| she was now getting were quite a new experience.
005:072;01['  ]| When the effort of shedding tears finally became greater than the
005:072;01['  ]| pleasure of having them kissed away, Miss*Counihan discontinued it.
005:073;01['  ]| Wylie restored himself with a little whisky and gave out the following 
005:073;01['  ]| as his considered opinion, which indeed it was.
005:073;01['  ]| The time had come to$9$ remove, one way or another, once and for
005:073;01['  ]| all, Miss*Counihan's uncertainty, which was also that of her$2$ 
005:073;01['  ]| well-wishers, meaning himself. Neary without Cooper would never find
005:073;01['  ]| Murphy. But even supposing he did, would Miss*Counihan be$1$ in any
005:073;01['  ]| way relieved? On the contrary. For if Murphy had not already of
005:073;01['  ]| his own free imbecility turned down Miss*Counihan in his mind,
005:073;01['  ]| Neary would bully or bribe him into doing so in black and white, or,
005:073;01['  ]| failing that, have$1$ him removed. A man capable of bigamous designs
005:073;01['  ]| on Miss*Counihan was capable of anything.
005:073;01['  ]| Even Wylie did not know of the first Mrs*Neary, alive and well,
005:073;01['  ]| though officially languishing, in Calcutta.
005:073;01[E  ]| 'Though I hold no brief for Mr*Neary,' 
005:073;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:073;01[E  ]| 'yet I
005:073;01[E  ]| am loath to$9$ think he is the dastard you describe. If, as you say, on
005:073;01[E  ]| what grounds I do not inquire, he has deserted his wife, no doubt he
005:073;01[E  ]| had excellent reasons for doing so.'
005:073;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan could not think too harshly of a man whom her$2$
005:073;01['  ]| charms had brought to$4$ the brink of bigamy, if indeed they had. Nor
005:073;01['  ]| was any good purpose to$9$ be$1$ served by her$2$ concurring in Wylie's
005:073;01['  ]| denigrations of a suitor more solvent, if ~~ er ~~ personally less interesting 
005:073;01['  ]| than himself. She would not identify herself more closely with
005:073;01['  ]| Wylie than was convenient to$4$ her$2$ purpose (Murphy) or agreeable to$4$
005:073;01['  ]| her$2$ appetite. If she treated him with less rigour than she had Neary,
005:073;01['  ]| it was simply because the latter took away her$2$ appetite. But she
005:073;01['  ]| had made it as clear to$4$ the one as she had to$4$ the other, that so long
005:073;01['  ]| as any hope of Murphy remained her$2$ affections were to$9$ be$1$ regarded
005:073;01['  ]| as in a state of suspension. Wylie accepted this with a very good
005:073;01['  ]| grace. He found her$2$ suspended affections so cordial that he did not
005:073;01['  ]| greatly care if they were never released.
005:073;01['  ]| Wylie, intelligent enough to$9$ thank his stars he was not more so,
005:073;01['  ]| saw his mistake in defending Murphy and attacking Neary. A man
005:073;01['  ]| could no more work a woman out of position on her$2$ own ground of
005:073;01['  ]| sentimental lech than he could outsmell a dog. Her$2$ instinct was a
005:073;01['  ]| menstruum, resolving every move he made, immediately and without
005:073;01['  ]| effort, into its final implications for her$2$ vanity and interest. The
005:073;01['  ]| only points at which Miss*Counihan was vulnerable were her$2$ erogenous 
005:073;01['  ]| zones and her$2$ need for Murphy. He engaged a rapid skirmish
005:073;01['  ]| with the former and said:
005:074;01[F  ]| 'I may be$1$ quite wrong about Neary. I trust I am. He may be$1$ the
005:074;01[F  ]| most dependable person in the world. But without Cooper he will
005:074;01[F  ]| never find Murphy. His talents are not that kind. And till Murphy is
005:074;01[F  ]| found there is nothing to$9$ be$1$ done.'
005:074;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan had a sad feeling that after Murphy was found
005:074;01['  ]| there might be$1$ still less to$9$ be$1$ done. She said:
005:074;01[E  ]| 'What do you propose?'
005:074;01['  ]| Before Wylie proposed anything he would like to$9$ say$1$ that Murphy's
005:074;01['  ]| need for Miss*Counihan was certainly greater than hers for him. She
005:074;01['  ]| could judge of his distress from Cooper's description of how he had
005:074;01['  ]| found him, the victim apparently of some brutal attack, at the hands
005:074;01['  ]| of a business rival in all probability, in a dwelling not only unfit for
005:074;01['  ]| human habitation but condemned by the central authority. Now he
005:074;01['  ]| was probably sleeping on the Embankment, or being moved all night
005:074;01['  ]| long round and round St James's Park, or suffering the agonies
005:074;01['  ]| of the damned in the crypt of St Martin's-in-the-Fields. It was essential 
005:074;01['  ]| to$9$ find him without delay, not merely in order to$9$ have$1$ him satisfy
005:074;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan that his attitude towards her$6$ was as positive as it
005:074;01['  ]| had ever been, though that of course remained the paramount consideration, 
005:074;01['  ]| but also so that he might be$1$ saved from his foolish Irish
005:074;01['  ]| pride. So long as he was allowed to$9$ deprive himself of Miss*Counihan's 
005:074;01['  ]| society, through some mistaken idea of chivalry, his every
005:074;01['  ]| effort was being crippled. But with Miss*Counihan at his side, to$9$
005:074;01['  ]| stimulate, encourage, console and reward him, there was no eminence
005:074;01['  ]| to$4$ which he might not attain.
005:074;01[E  ]| 'I asked what you proposed,' 
005:074;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:074;01['  ]| Wylie proposed that they should all go to$4$ London, she, he and
005:074;01['  ]| Cooper. She would be$1$ the heart and soul, he the brains, Cooper the
005:074;01['  ]| claws, of the expedition. This would enable her$6$ to$9$ let loose on
005:074;01['  ]| Murphy, the moment he was found, her$2$ pent-up affections, which he,
005:074;01['  ]| Wylie, in the meantime, would be$1$ happy and flattered to$9$ exercise
005:074;01['  ]| daily, in addition to$4$ his lesser functions of dealing with Neary and
005:074;01['  ]| keeping Cooper off the bottle. And bringing hope into the life of
005:074;01['  ]| Ariadne nee Cox, he might have$1$ added, but did not.
005:074;01[E  ]| 'And who pays,' 
005:074;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:074;01[E  ]| 'for this big push?'
005:074;01[F  ]| 'Ultimately Neary,' 
005:074;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:074;01['  ]| He adduced the letter, in which Neary bemoaned his hastiness
005:074;01['  ]| with Cooper, implored Wylie to$9$ enter his service, and panted after
005:074;01['  ]| the hem of Miss*Counihan's fur coat, as one of credit through and
005:075;01['  ]| through. It might be$1$ necessary to$9$ call on Miss*Counihan for some of
005:075;01['  ]| the more immediate outgoings, which she must regard not as a mere
005:075;01['  ]| advance, but as <an> a investment, with Murphy among the dividends.
005:075;01[E  ]| 'I could not leave before Saturday,' 
005:075;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. She was
005:075;01['  ]| in the middle of a fitting.
005:075;01[F  ]| 'Well,' 
005:075;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:075;01[F  ]| 'the better the day ~~  It is always pleasant to$9$
005:075;01[F  ]| leave this country, but never more so than by the Saturday B. and I.,
005:075;01[F  ]| with the ladies and gentlemen of the theatre enjoying the high-seas
005:075;01[F  ]| licence and a full night on the water.'
005:075;01[E  ]| 'I mean there would be$1$ time,' 
005:075;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:075;01[E  ]| 'to$9$ advise 
005:075;01[E  ]| Mr*Neary and have$1$ the whole arrangement placed on a less ~~ er ~~
005:075;01[E  ]| speculative footing.'
005:075;01[F  ]| 'I am against any liaison with Neary,' 
005:075;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:075;01[F  ]| 'until Murphy is
005:075;01[F  ]| found. Applied to$4$ now, with everything still so very much up in the
005:075;01[F  ]| air, he might be$1$ foolish enough to$9$ put obstacles in the way of his
005:075;01[F  ]| own advancement. But confront him with his friend and beloved. at
005:075;01[F  ]| a moment when his spirits are low, with Murphy in the background
005:075;01[F  ]| <an> a accomplished fact, and a shower of benefits is I think certain.'
005:075;01['  ]| If the worst comes to$4$ the worst, thought Wylie, if Murphy can not
005:075;01['  ]| be$1$ found, if Neary turns nasty, there is always the Cox.
005:075;01['  ]| If the worst comes to$4$ the worst, thought Miss*Counihan, if my
005:075;01['  ]| love can not be$1$ found, if Wylie turns nasty, there is always Neary.
005:075;01[E  ]| 'Very well,' 
005:075;01['  ]| she said.
005:075;01['  ]| Wylie assured her$6$ she would never regret it. None of them would
005:075;01['  ]| ever regret it. It was the beginning of new life for them all, her$6$,
005:075;01['  ]| Murphy, Neary, his unworthy self. It was the end of darkness for all
005:075;01['  ]| concerned. He moved towards the door.
005:075;01[E  ]| 'Regret or not,' 
005:075;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:075;01[E  ]| 'new life or not, I shall never
005:075;01[E  ]| forget your kindness.'
005:075;01['  ]| He stood with his back to$4$ the door, one hand behind him holding
005:075;01['  ]| the handle, the other describing the gesture that he always used
005:075;01['  ]| when words were inadequate to$9$ conceal what he felt. Miss*Counihan
005:075;01['  ]| in turn compelled just so much understanding to$9$ sit for a moment
005:075;01['  ]| on her$2$ face as it could readily retrieve. It was a risk she did not often
005:075;01['  ]| care to$9$ take.
005:075;01[F  ]| 'It is you who are good,' 
005:075;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:075;01[F  ]| 'not I.'
005:075;01['  ]| Left alone, she stirred the fire in vain. The turf was truly Irish in
005:075;01['  ]| its eleutheromania, it would not burn behind bars. She turned off
005:075;01['  ]| the light, opened the window and leaned out. Is it its back that the
005:076;01['  ]| moon can never turn to$4$ the earth, or its face? Which was worse,
005:076;01['  ]| never to$9$ serve him whom she loved or perpetually those, one after
005:076;01['  ]| the other, whom she scarcely disliked. These were knotty points.
005:076;01['  ]| Wylie and Cooper appeared on the pavement, two tiny heads in the
005:076;01['  ]| pillories of their shoulders (Murphy's figure). Then Cooper was suddenly 
005:076;01['  ]| in motion, jerking along in his frustrated run, expanding into
005:076;01['  ]| full length as he receded. She did not heed the click of the street
005:076;01['  ]| door slammed, warning her$6$ to$9$ take up a position worthy of being
005:076;01['  ]| surprised by Wylie, but craned still farther out and down till not more
005:076;01['  ]| than half her$2$ person, and that half clear of the floor, remained in the
005:076;01['  ]| room. Bounding the grey pavement, stretching away on either hand
005:076;01['  ]| beneath the grey spans of steps, the areas made a fosse of darkness.
005:076;01['  ]| The spikes of the railings were a fine saw edge, spurting light. 
005:076;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan closed her$2$ eyes, which was unwise, and seemed likely to$9$
005:076;01['  ]| leave the room altogether when Wylie's hands, making two skilful
005:076;01['  ]| handfuls of her$2$ breasts, drew her$2$ back to$4$ a more social vertigo.
005:077;00[U  ]| <Eight>
005:077;01['  ]| It must have$1$ been while the chandlers were mocking Murphy that
005:077;01['  ]| the shocking thing happened.
005:077;01['  ]| That day, Friday, October the 11th, after many days, Miss*Carridge
005:077;01['  ]| found her$2$ bread, it came bobbing back to$4$ her$6$ in the form of free
005:077;01['  ]| samples of various sorts, shaving soap, scent, toilet soap, foot salts,
005:077;01['  ]| bath cubes, dentifrice. deodorants and even depilatories. It is so easy
005:077;01['  ]| to$9$ lose personal freshness. Miss*Carridge had one incalculable advantage 
005:077;01['  ]| over most of her$2$ kind ~~ in smell into her$2$ infirmity. She would
005:077;01['  ]| not stink without a struggle, provided the struggle were not too
005:077;01['  ]| expensive.
005:077;01['  ]| Highly elated, thoroughly scoured and anointed in every nook and
005:077;01['  ]| corner, rashly glowing with the sense of being what she called
005:077;01['  ]| 'pristine', Miss*Carridge appeared to$4$ Celia with the cup of tea. Celia
005:077;01['  ]| was standing at the window, looking out, in <an> a attitude quite foreign
005:077;01['  ]| to$4$ her$2$.
005:077;01[C  ]| 'Come in,' 
005:077;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:077;01[I  ]| 'Drink it before it curdles,' 
005:077;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:077;01['  ]| Celia whirled round, exclaiming:
005:077;01[C  ]| 'Oh, Miss*Carridge, is that you, I am so worried about the old boy,
005:077;01[C  ]| there has not been a move or a stir out of him all day.' 
005:077;01['  ]| Her$2$ agitation 
005:077;01['  ]| carried her$6$ away, she came and took Miss*Carridge by the arm.
005:077;01[I  ]| 'What nonsense,' 
005:077;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:077;01[I  ]| 'he took in his tray and put
005:077;01[I  ]| it out as usual.'
005:078;01[C  ]| 'That was hours ago,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:078;01[C  ]| 'There has not been a stir out of
005:078;01[C  ]| him since.'
005:078;01[I  ]| 'Pardon me,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:078;01[I  ]| 'I heard him moving about as
005:078;01[I  ]| usual quite distinctly.'
005:078;01[C  ]| 'But how could you have$1$ and not me?' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:078;01[I  ]| 'For the excellent reason,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:078;01[I  ]| 'that you are not I.'
005:078;01['  ]| She paused for this striking nominative to$9$ be$1$ admired. 'Have you
005:078;01['  ]| forgotten the day I had to$9$ draw your attention to$4$ the plaster he
005:078;01['  ]| was stamping down on your head?'
005:078;01[C  ]| 'But now I have got to$9$ expect it,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:078;01[C  ]| 'and listen for it, and
005:078;01[C  ]| this is the first time I have not heard it.'
005:078;01[I  ]| 'What nonsense,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. 
005:078;01[I  ]| 'What you want ~~'
005:078;01[C  ]| 'No, no,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:078;01[C  ]| 'not till I know.'
005:078;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge shrugged without pity and turned to$9$ go, Celia clung
005:078;01['  ]| to$4$ her$2$ arm. Miss*Carridge sweated blessings on the unguents that
005:078;01['  ]| made such cordiality possible, beads of gratification burst out all over
005:078;01['  ]| her$2$. Truly it is a tragic quality, that which the Romans called \caper,\
005:078;01['  ]| particularly when associated with insmell.
005:078;01[I  ]| 'My poor child,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said the virgin Miss*Carridge, 
005:078;01[I  ]| 'how can I set your
005:078;01[I  ]| mind at rest?'
005:078;01[C  ]| 'By going up and looking,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:078;01[I  ]| 'I have strict orders never to$9$ disturb him,' 
005:078;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:078;01[I  ]| 'but
005:078;01[I  ]| I can not bear to$9$ see you in such a state.'
005:078;01['  ]| Celia was in a state indeed, trembling and ashen. The footsteps
005:078;01['  ]| overhead had become part and parcel of her$2$ afternoon, with the
005:078;01['  ]| rocking-chair and the vermigrade wane of light. <An> a Aegean nightfall
005:078;01['  ]| suddenly in Brewery Road could not have$1$ upset her$6$ more than this
005:078;01['  ]| failure of the steps.
005:078;01['  ]| She stood at the foot of the stairs while Miss*Carridge climbed
005:078;01['  ]| them softly, listened at the door, knocked, knocked louder, pounded,
005:078;01['  ]| rattled the handle, opened with her$2$ duplicate key, took a few steps
005:078;01['  ]| in the room, then stood still. The old boy lay curled up in meanders
005:078;01['  ]| blood on her$2$ expensive lino, a cut-throat razor clutched in his
005:078;01['  ]| hand and his throat cut in effect. With a calm that surprised her$6$ 
005:078;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge surveyed the scene. It was so exactly what she would have$1$
005:078;01['  ]| expected, and must therefore at some time or other have$1$ imagined,
005:078;01['  ]| that she felt no shock, or very little. She heard Celia call 
005:078;01[C  ]| 'What?'
005:078;01['  ]| She said to$4$ herself, if I call a doctor I must pay his fee, but if I call
005:078;01['  ]| the police ~~ The razor was closed, a finger was almost severed, a
005:079;01['  ]| sudden black flurry filled the mouth. These details, which she could
005:079;01['  ]| never have$1$ imagined, caused her$2$ gorge to$9$ rise, these and others too
005:079;01['  ]| painful to$9$ record. She came speeding down the stairs one step
005:079;01['  ]| at a time, her$2$ feet going so fast that she seemed on little caterpillar
005:079;01['  ]| wheels, her$2$ forefinger sawing horribly at her$2$ craw for Celia's benefit.
005:079;01['  ]| She slithered to$4$ a stop on the steps of the house and screeched for
005:079;01['  ]| the police. She capered about in the street like a consternated ostrich,
005:079;01['  ]| with strangled distracted rushes towards the York and Caledonian
005:079;01['  ]| Roads in turn, embarrassingly equidistant from the tragedy, tossing
005:079;01['  ]| up her$2$ arms, undoing the good work of the samples, screeching for
005:079;01['  ]| police aid. Her$2$ mind was so collected that she saw clearly the 
005:079;01['  ]| impropriety of letting it appear so. When neighbours and passers-by
005:079;01['  ]| had assembled in sufficient numbers, she scuttled back to$9$ hold her$2$
005:079;01['  ]| door against them.
005:079;01['  ]| The police arrived and sent for a doctor. The doctor arrived and
005:079;01['  ]| sent for <an> a ambulance. The ambulance arrived and the old boy was
005:079;01['  ]| carried down the stairs, past Celia stuck on the landing, and put into
005:079;01['  ]| it. This proves that he still lived, for it is a misdemeanour to$9$ put a
005:079;01['  ]| corpse, no matter how fresh, into <an> a ambulance. But to$9$ take one out
005:079;01['  ]| contravenes no law, by-law, section or sub-section, and it was perfectly 
005:079;01['  ]| in order for the old boy to$9$ consummate, as he did, his felony
005:079;01['  ]| on the way to$4$ the hospital.
005:079;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge was not a penny out of pocket, not one penny. The
005:079;01['  ]| police, not she, had called the doctor, therefore his fee was on them.
005:079;01['  ]| The bloody dilapidation of her$2$ lovely lino was amply covered by the
005:079;01['  ]| month's advance rent paid by the old boy the day before. She had
005:079;01['  ]| carried off the whole affair in splendid style.
005:079;01['  ]| Murphy spent most of that night and the next day and the next
005:079;01['  ]| night expounding by way of comfort to$4$ Celia, on and off, angrily, the
005:079;01['  ]| unutterable benefits that would accrue, were already accruing, to$4$
005:079;01['  ]| the old boy from his demise. This was quite beside the point, for
005:079;01['  ]| Celia was mourning, like all honest survivors, quite frankly for herself. 
005:079;01['  ]| Yet it was not until the small hours of the Sunday morning that
005:079;01['  ]| he realized the irrelevance of what he was doing, and furthermore its
005:079;01['  ]| spuriousness. So far from being adapted to$4$ Celia, it was not 
005:079;01['  ]| addressed to$4$ her$2$.
005:079;01['  ]| It is hard to$9$ say$1$ why she was, and remained, so profoundly distressed. 
005:079;01['  ]| The damage done to$4$ her$2$ afternoons, which she had grown
005:079;01['  ]| to$9$ treasure almost as much as Murphy his before she picked him up,
005:080;01['  ]| seems inadequate to$9$ account for it. She kept on wanting but not
005:080;01['  ]| daring to$9$ go up and look at the room where it happened. She would
005:080;01['  ]| go as far as the foot of the stairs and then come back. Her$2$ whole
005:080;01['  ]| behaviour annoyed Murphy, of whose presence she seemed conscious
005:080;01['  ]| only in fits and starts, and then with a kind of impersonal rapture
005:080;01['  ]| that he did not relish in the least.
005:080;01['  ]| Finally his intimation, proudly casual, that a job was his or as
005:080;01['  ]| good as his at last, excited her$6$ to$4$ the extent of <an> a 
005:080;01[C  ]| 'Oh'. 
005:080;01['  ]| Nothing more.
005:080;01['  ]| Not even <an> a 
005:080;01[C  ]| 'Oh indeed'. 
005:080;01['  ]| He took her$6$ angrily by the shoulders
005:080;01['  ]| and forced her$6$ to$9$ look at him. The clear green of her$2$ eyes, rolling
005:080;01['  ]| now and everted like <an> a aborting goat's, was silted with yellow.
005:080;01[A  ]| 'Look at me,' 
005:080;01['  ]| he said.
005:080;01['  ]| She looked through him. Or back off him.
005:080;01[A  ]| 'Ever since June,' 
005:080;01['  ]| he said, 
005:080;01[A  ]| 'it has been job, job, job, nothing but
005:080;01[A  ]| job. Nothing happens in the world but is specially designed to$9$ exalt
005:080;01[A  ]| me into a job. I say a job is the end of us both, or at least of me.
005:080;01[A  ]| You say no, but the beginning. I am to$9$ be$1$ a new man, you are to$9$
005:080;01[A  ]| be$1$ a new woman, the entire sublunary excrement will turn to$4$ civet,
005:080;01[A  ]| there will be$1$ more joy in heaven over Murphy finding a job than over
005:080;01[A  ]| the billions of leatherbums that never had anything else. I need
005:080;01[A  ]| you, you only want me, you have the whip, you win.'
005:080;01['  ]| He stopped, left in the lurch by his emotion. The anger that gave
005:080;01['  ]| him the energy to$9$ begin was gone before he had half ended. A few
005:080;01['  ]| words used it up. So it had always been, not only with anger, not only
005:080;01['  ]| with words.
005:080;01['  ]| Celia did not look a winner, sagging under his hands, breathing
005:080;01['  ]| painfully through her$2$ mouth, her$2$ eyes soiled and wild.
005:080;01[C  ]| 'Avoid exhaustion,' 
005:080;01['  ]| she murmured, in weary ellipsis of Suk.
005:080;01[A  ]| 'I drag round this warren,' 
005:080;01['  ]| said Murphy, with the last dregs of
005:080;01['  ]| resentment, 
005:080;01[A  ]| 'day after day, hail, rain, sleet, snow, sog, I mean fog,
005:080;01[A  ]| soot, and I suppose fine, my breeches falling off with a fourpenny
005:080;01[A  ]| vomitory, looking for \your\ job. At last I find it, it finds me, I am
005:080;01[A  ]| half dead with abuse and exposure, I am in a marasmus, I do not
005:080;01[A  ]| delay a moment but come crawling back to$9$ receive your congratulations. 
005:080;01[A  ]| You say "Oh". It is better than "Yah".'
005:080;01[C  ]| 'You do not understand,' 
005:080;01['  ]| said Celia, who was not trying to$9$ follow.
005:080;01[A  ]| 'No,' 
005:080;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:080;01[A  ]| 'A decayed valet severs the connexion and
005:080;01[A  ]| you set up a niobaloo as though he were your fourteen children. No.
005:080;01[A  ]| I am at a loss.
005:081;01[C  ]| 'Not valet,' 
005:081;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:081;01[C  ]| 'Butler. Ex-butler.'
005:081;01[A  ]| 'XX butler,' 
005:081;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:081;01[A  ]| 'Porter.'
005:081;01['  ]| The little scene was over, if scene it could be$1$ called. There was a
005:081;01['  ]| long silence, Celia forgiving Murphy for having spoken roughly to$4$
005:081;01['  ]| her$6$, Miss*Counihan, Wylie and Cooper breaking their fast on the
005:081;01['  ]| Liverpool-London express. Murphy got up and began to$9$ dress with
005:081;01['  ]| care.
005:081;01[A  ]| 'Why did the barmaid champagne?' 
005:081;01['  ]| he said. 
005:081;01[A  ]| 'Do you give it up?'
005:081;01[C  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:081;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:081;01[A  ]| 'Because the stout porter bitter,' 
005:081;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:081;01['  ]| This was a joke that did not amuse Celia, at the best of times
005:081;01['  ]| and places it could not have$1$ amused her$2$. That did not matter. So far
005:081;01['  ]| from being adapted to$4$ her$6$, it was not addressed to$4$ her$2$. It amused
005:081;01['  ]| Murphy, that was all that mattered. He always found it most funny,
005:081;01['  ]| more than most funny, clonic, it and one other concerning a bottle of
005:081;01['  ]| stout and a card party. These were the Gilmigrim jokes, so called
005:081;01['  ]| from the Lilliputian wine. He staggered about on the floor in his bare
005:081;01['  ]| feet, one time amateur theological student's shirt, dicky and lemon
005:081;01['  ]| bow, overcome by the toxins of this simple little joke. He sank down
005:081;01['  ]| on the dream of Descartes linoleum, choking and writhing like a
005:081;01['  ]| chicken with the gapes, seeing the scene. On the one hand the barmaid, 
005:081;01['  ]| fresh from the country, a horse's head on a cow's body, her$2$
005:081;01['  ]| crape bodice more a W than a V, her$2$ legs more <an> a X than <an> a O, her$2$
005:081;01['  ]| eyes closed for the sweet pain, leaning out through the hatch of the
005:081;01['  ]| bar parlour. On the other the stout porter, mounting the footrail,
005:081;01['  ]| his canines gleaming behind a pad of frothy whisker. Then the nip,
005:081;01['  ]| and Tintoretto's \Origin of the Milky Way.\
005:081;01['  ]| The fit was so much more like one of epilepsy than of laughter
005:081;01['  ]| that Celia felt alarm. Watching him roll on the floor in his only
005:081;01['  ]| decent shirt and dicky, she made the needful changes, recalled the
005:081;01['  ]| scene in the mew and went to$4$ his assistance, as she had then. It
005:081;01['  ]| was unnecessary, the fit was over, gloom took its place, as after a
005:081;01['  ]| heavy night.
005:081;01['  ]| He suffered her$6$ to$9$ dress him. When she had done he sat down in
005:081;01['  ]| his chair and said:
005:081;01[A  ]| 'God knows now when I will be$1$ back.'
005:081;01['  ]| Immediately she wanted to$9$ know all about it. It was in order to$9$
005:081;01['  ]| torment at his ease this tardy concern that he had sat down. He still
005:081;01['  ]| loved her$6$ enough to$9$ enjoy cutting the tripes out of her$6$ occasionally.
005:082;01['  ]| When he felt appeased, as he soon did, he stopped rocking, held up
005:082;01['  ]| his hand and said:
005:082;01[A  ]| 'The job is your fault. If it does not come off I will be$1$ back this evening.
005:082;01[A  ]| If it does come off I do not know when I will be$1$ back. That was what I
005:082;01[A  ]| meant when I said God knew. If they let me start straight away so
005:082;01[A  ]| much the worse.'
005:082;01[C  ]| 'They?' 
005:082;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:082;01[C  ]| 'Who? Start what?'
005:082;01[A  ]| 'You will know this evening,' 
005:082;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:082;01[A  ]| 'Or if not this evening,
005:082;01[A  ]| tomorrow evening. Or if not tomorrow evening, the day after tomorrow 
005:082;01[A  ]| evening. And so on.' 
005:082;01['  ]| He stood up. 
005:082;01[A  ]| 'Give the coat a bit of a
005:082;01[A  ]| dinge behind in the waist,' 
005:082;01['  ]| he said. 
005:082;01[A  ]| 'The draught is terrible.'
005:082;01['  ]| She made a long dent in the waist of the coat. In vain, it filled out
005:082;01['  ]| again immediately, as a punctured ball will not retain <an> a impression.
005:082;01[C  ]| 'It will not stay,' 
005:082;01['  ]| she said.
005:082;01['  ]| Murphy sighed.
005:082;01[A  ]| 'It is the second childhood,' 
005:082;01['  ]| he said. 
005:082;01[A  ]| 'Hard on the heels of the
005:082;01[A  ]| pantaloons.'
005:082;01['  ]| He kissed her$6$, in Lydian mode, and went to$4$ the door.
005:082;01[C  ]| 'I believe you are leaving me,' 
005:082;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:082;01[A  ]| 'Perhaps for just a little while you compel me to$9$,' 
005:082;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:082;01[C  ]| 'For good and all.'
005:082;01[A  ]| 'Oh no,' 
005:082;01['  ]| he said, 
005:082;01[A  ]| 'only for just a little while at the maximum. If for
005:082;01[A  ]| good and all I would take the chair.' 
005:082;01['  ]| He felt in his pocket to$9$ make
005:082;01['  ]| sure he had Suk. He had. He went.
005:082;01['  ]| She was too undressed to$9$ see him off at the door, she had to$9$ be$1$
005:082;01['  ]| content with standing on a chair and putting her$2$ head out of the
005:082;01['  ]| window. She was beginning to$9$ wonder why he did not appear when
005:082;01['  ]| he came back into the room.
005:082;01[A  ]| 'Was not there to$9$ be$1$ <an> a execution this morning?' 
005:082;01['  ]| he said.
005:082;01[C  ]| 'Never on Sunday,' 
005:082;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:082;01['  ]| He struck his head despairingly, shook it and went again. He knew
005:082;01['  ]| perfectly well the day was Sunday, it was essential that it should
005:082;01['  ]| be$1$, and yet he kept on thinking it was Friday, day of execution, love
005:082;01['  ]| and fast.
005:082;01['  ]| From the window she saw him stand irresolute at the gate, his
005:082;01['  ]| head sunk in the pillory of his shoulders, holding the coat in against
005:082;01['  ]| his waist before and behind, as though turned to$4$ stone in the middle
005:082;01['  ]| of a hornpipe. After a time he moved of in the direction of York
005:082;01['  ]| Road, but stopped after a few steps and stood against the railings,
005:083;01['  ]| gripping the neck of a spike at his head, in the attitude of one leaning
005:083;01['  ]| on a staff.
005:083;01['  ]| When all the other circumstances of this departure had become
005:083;01['  ]| blunted in her$2$ mind she continued to$9$ see, at the most unexpected
005:083;01['  ]| times, whether she would or no, the hand clutching the spike of
005:083;01['  ]| railing, the fingers loosening and tightening, higher than the dark
005:083;01['  ]| head.
005:083;01['  ]| He retraced his steps slowly, hissing. Celia thought he was coming
005:083;01['  ]| back for something he had forgotten, but no. As he passed the door,
005:083;01['  ]| going towards Pentonville, she called down goodbye. He did not
005:083;01['  ]| hear her$6$, he was hissing.
005:083;01['  ]| His figure so excited the derision of a group of boys playing football 
005:083;01['  ]| in the road that they stopped their game. She watched him
005:083;01['  ]| multiplied in their burlesque long after her$2$ own eyes could see him
005:083;01['  ]| no more.
005:083;01['  ]| He did not return that night, nor the next, nor the next. On Monday
005:083;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge asked where he was. 
005:083;01[C  ]| 'Away on business,' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:083;01['  ]| On Tuesday Miss*Carridge asked when she expected him back. 
005:083;01[C  ]| 'From
005:083;01[C  ]| day to$4$ day,' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Celia. On Wednesday Miss*Carridge received a new
005:083;01['  ]| lot of samples and brought up the tea. 
005:083;01[C  ]| 'Will you sit down?' 
005:083;01['  ]| said
005:083;01['  ]| Celia. 
005:083;01[I  ]| 'Most happy,' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. Well she might be$1$.
005:083;01[I  ]| 'Are you in trouble?' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, whose charity stopped
005:083;01['  ]| at nothing short of alms. 
005:083;01[I  ]| 'Of course, you know your own business
005:083;01[I  ]| best, but I hear you moving about in the afternoon just like the old
005:083;01[I  ]| boy, God Almighty rest his immortal soul, before he was taken from
005:083;01[I  ]| us.'
005:083;01['  ]| This striking use of the passive voice did not spring from any
005:083;01['  ]| fatalistic notions in the mind of Miss*Carridge, but from her$2$ conviction, 
005:083;01['  ]| which as the landlady she felt it her$2$ duty to$9$ hold and
005:083;01['  ]| utter as often as possible, that the old boy had cut his throat by
005:083;01['  ]| accident.
005:083;01[C  ]| 'Oh no,' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:083;01[C  ]| 'no special trouble.'
005:083;01[I  ]| 'Ah well, we all have our troubles,' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, sighing,
005:083;01['  ]| wishing her$2$ own were a little less penetrating.
005:083;01[C  ]| 'Tell me about the old boy,' 
005:083;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:083;01['  ]| The story that Miss*Carridge had to$9$ tell was very pathetic and
005:083;01['  ]| tedious. It brightened up a little with her$2$ reconstruction of the
005:083;01['  ]| death scene, cupidity lending wings to$4$ her$2$ imagination.
005:084;01[I  ]| 'He gets out his razor to$9$ shave, as he always did regular about
005:084;01[I  ]| noon.' 
005:084;01['  ]| A lie. The old boy shaved once a week and then the last thing
005:084;01['  ]| at night. 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'That I do know, because I found the brush on the dresser
005:084;01[I  ]| with a squeeze of paste on top.' 
005:084;01['  ]| A lie. 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'He goes to$9$ put up the tube
005:084;01[I  ]| before he lathers, he walks across the room with the razor in his
005:084;01[I  ]| hand, screwing the cap on the tube. He drops the cap, he throws the
005:084;01[I  ]| tube on the bed and goes down on the floor. I found the tube on
005:084;01[I  ]| the bed and the cap under the bed.' 
005:084;01['  ]| Lies. 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'He goes crawling about
005:084;01[I  ]| the floor, with the razor open in his hand, when all of a sudden
005:084;01[I  ]| he has a seizure.' 
005:084;01['  ]| Pronounced on the analogy of manure. 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'He
005:084;01[I  ]| told me when he first came he might have$1$ a seizure any minute, he
005:084;01[I  ]| had two this year already, one on Shrove Tuesday, the other on
005:084;01[I  ]| Derby Day. That I do know.' 
005:084;01['  ]| All lies. 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'He falls on his face with the
005:084;01[I  ]| razor under him, zzzeeeppp!'  
005:084;01['  ]| she reinforced the onomatopoeia with
005:084;01['  ]| dumb-show, 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'what more do you want?'
005:084;01['  ]| It was not for this that Celia had put Miss*Carridge on to$4$ the old
005:084;01['  ]| boy. She looked pleasant and waited.
005:084;01[I  ]| 'What I say is this,' 
005:084;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'and it is what I said to$4$
005:084;01[I  ]| the c'roner. A man does not pay a month's advance rent one day and
005:084;01[I  ]| do$1$ away with himself the next. It is not natural.' 
005:084;01['  ]| She really convinced
005:084;01['  ]| herself with this argument. 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'Now if he was in arrears I would not be$1$
005:084;01[I  ]| so sure.'
005:084;01['  ]| Celia agreed that to$9$ owe Miss*Carridge rent would be$1$ a dreadful
005:084;01['  ]| situation.
005:084;01[C  ]| 'What did they say$1$ at the inquest?' 
005:084;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:084;01[I  ]| \'Felo-de-se,'\ 
005:084;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, with scorn and anger, 
005:084;01[I  ]| 'and got
005:084;01[I  ]| the room a bad name all over Islington. God knows now when I will
005:084;01[I  ]| get it off. Felo-de-se! Felo-de my rump.' 
005:084;01['  ]| Just like Mr*Kelly.
005:084;01['  ]| Here at last was the opening that Celia had been waiting for. The
005:084;01['  ]| fact that Miss*Carridge had made it, and not she, gave <an> a almost
005:084;01['  ]| charitable air to$4$ what she had to$9$ propose.
005:084;01['  ]| She and Murphy would go upstairs and leave their room, to$4$ which
005:084;01['  ]| no sinister associations attached, free for letting.
005:084;01[I  ]| 'My dear child!' 
005:084;01['  ]| ejaculated Miss*Carridge, and waited for the
005:084;01['  ]| catch.
005:084;01['  ]| They would be$1$ willing to$9$ pay for the room alone what the old boy
005:084;01['  ]| had paid for the room and his keep, which worked out monthly at
005:084;01['  ]| ten shillings less than what they paid at present, as Miss*Carridge in
005:084;01['  ]| a moment of gush had had the folly to$9$ reveal. The room was on the
005:085;01['  ]| small side for two, but Mr*Murphy expected to$9$ be$1$ away more than
005:085;01['  ]| formerly and they would be$1$ glad of the saving.
005:085;01[I  ]| 'Hah!' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. 
005:085;01[I  ]| 'Saving? Then am I to$9$ take it you expect 
005:085;01[I  ]| me to$9$ send the same bill to$4$ Mr*Quigley and hand you over the
005:085;01[I  ]| ten bob?'
005:085;01[C  ]| 'Less the usual commission,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:085;01[I  ]| 'This is most insulting,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, racking her$2$ brains for a
005:085;01['  ]| means of making it less so.
005:085;01[C  ]| 'How?' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:085;01[C  ]| 'Mr*Quigley will be$1$ no worse off. You are the
005:085;01[C  ]| victim of circumstances. You must live. We oblige you, you oblige
005:085;01[C  ]| us.
005:085;01['  ]| Celia's professional powers of persuasion had been dulled by her$2$
005:085;01['  ]| association with Murphy. What revived them now was not any desire
005:085;01['  ]| to$9$ succeed with Miss*Carridge where he had failed, but <an> a immense
005:085;01['  ]| longing to$9$ get into the old boy's room.
005:085;01[I  ]| 'That may be$1$,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:085;01[I  ]| 'but it is the principle of the
005:085;01[I  ]| thing, the principle of the thing.' 
005:085;01['  ]| Her$2$ face took on <an> a expression of
005:085;01['  ]| intense concentration, almost of anguish. To$9$ accommodate the principle 
005:085;01['  ]| of such a transaction to$4$ her$2$ sense of what was honourable
005:085;01['  ]| would take a little time, a little prayer and possibly even meditation.
005:085;01[I  ]| 'I must go and ask for guidance,' 
005:085;01['  ]| she said.
005:085;01['  ]| After a decent interval for a thorough self-scrutiny, during which
005:085;01['  ]| Celia packed, Miss*Carridge came back, her$2$ face serene. There remained 
005:085;01['  ]| just one small matter to$9$ regulate before the process of mutual
005:085;01['  ]| assistance could begin, namely, the precise meaning of 
005:085;01[C  ]| 'usual 
005:085;01[C  ]| commission'.
005:085;01[C  ]| 'Ten per cent,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:085;01[I  ]| 'Twelve and a half,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:085;01[C  ]| 'Very well,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:085;01[C  ]| 'I can not haggle.'
005:085;01[I  ]| 'Nor I,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:085;01[C  ]| 'If you can manage the two bags,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:085;01[C  ]| 'I can manage the
005:085;01[C  ]| chair. '
005:085;01[I  ]| 'Is that all you have got?' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge contemptuously. She
005:085;01['  ]| was annoyed at Celia's having taken the divine indulgence for
005:085;01['  ]| granted.
005:085;01[C  ]| 'All,' 
005:085;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:085;01['  ]| The old boy's room was half as big as theirs, half as high, twice as
005:085;01['  ]| bright. The walls and linoleum were the same. The bed was tiny. 
005:085;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge could not imagine how the two of them were ever going to$9$
005:086;01['  ]| manage. When not fired by cupidity, Miss*Carridge's imagination was
005:086;01['  ]| of the feeblest.
005:086;01[I  ]| 'I know I should not like to$9$ sleep two in it,' 
005:086;01['  ]| she said.
005:086;01['  ]| Celia opened the window.
005:086;01[C  ]| 'I expect Mr*Murphy to$9$ be$1$ away a great deal,' 
005:086;01['  ]| she said.
005:086;01[I  ]| 'Ah well,' 
005:086;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:086;01[I  ]| 'we all have our troubles.'
005:086;01['  ]| Celia unpacked her$2$ bag, but not Murphy's. It was late afternoon.
005:086;01['  ]| She got out of her$2$ clothes and into the rocking-chair. Now the silence
005:086;01['  ]| above was a different silence, no longer strangled. The silence not of
005:086;01['  ]| vacuum but of plenum, not of breath taken but of quiet air. The sky.
005:086;01['  ]| She closed her$2$ eyes and was in her$2$ mind with Murphy, Mr*Kelly,
005:086;01['  ]| clients, her$2$ parents, others, herself a girl, a child, <an> a infant. In the
005:086;01['  ]| cell of her$2$ mind, teasing the oakum of her$2$ history. Then it was
005:086;01['  ]| finished, the days and places and things and people were untwisted
005:086;01['  ]| and scattered, she was lying down, she had no history.
005:086;01['  ]| It was a most pleasant sensation. Murphy did not come back to$9$
005:086;01['  ]| curtail it.
005:086;01['  ]| Penelope's curriculum was reversed, the next day and the next it
005:086;01['  ]| was all to$9$ do$1$ over again, the coils of her$2$ life to$9$ be$1$ hackled into tow
005:086;01['  ]| all over again, before she could lie down in the paradisial innocence
005:086;01['  ]| of days and places and things and people. Murphy did not come back
005:086;01['  ]| to$9$ expel her$2$.
005:086;01['  ]| The next day was Saturday (if our reckoning is correct) and 
005:086;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge announced that the char was coming to$9$ do$1$ out the big room
005:086;01['  ]| and might as well do$1$ out the old boy's room as well. They both
005:086;01['  ]| continued to$9$ think and speak of the top room as the old boy's room.
005:086;01['  ]| While the char was doing it out Celia could wait below in the big
005:086;01['  ]| room. 
005:086;01[I  ]| 'Or downstairs with me if you prefer,' 
005:086;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, with
005:086;01['  ]| pitiable diffidence.
005:086;01[C  ]| 'That is very good of you,' 
005:086;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:086;01[I  ]| 'Most happy,' 
005:086;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:086;01[C  ]| 'But I think I ought to$9$ get out,' 
005:086;01['  ]| said Celia. She had not been outside 
005:086;01['  ]| the door for more than a fortnight.
005:086;01[I  ]| 'Please yourself,' 
005:086;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:086;01['  ]| On the steps of the house Celia departing met the char arriving.
005:086;01['  ]| Celia set off towards Pentonville, with the swagger that could not be$1$
005:086;01['  ]| disguised. The char stared after her$6$ at length, gave her$2$ nose a long
005:086;01['  ]| wipe and through it said, though there was none to$9$ hear:
005:086;01[V3 ]| 'Lovely work, if you can get it.'
005:087;01['  ]| Her$2$ course was clear: the Round Pond. The temptation to$9$ revisit
005:087;01['  ]| West Brompton was strong, to$9$ tread her$2$ old beat in the daylight, to$9$
005:087;01['  ]| stand again at the junction of Cremorne Road and Stadium Street, to$9$
005:087;01['  ]| see the barges of waste paper on the river and the funnels vailing to$4$
005:087;01['  ]| the bridges, but she set it aside. There would be$1$ time for that. There
005:087;01['  ]| was a good breeze from the west, she would go and watch Mr*Kelly
005:087;01['  ]| sailing his kite.
005:087;01['  ]| She took the Piccadilly tube from Caledonian Road to$4$ Hyde Park
005:087;01['  ]| Corner and walked along the grass north of the Serpentine. Each leaf
005:087;01['  ]| as it fell had <an> a access of new life, a sudden frenzy of freedom at contact 
005:087;01['  ]| with the earth, before it lay down with the others. She had meant
005:087;01['  ]| to$9$ cross the water by Rennie's Bridge and enter Kensington Gardens
005:087;01['  ]| by one of the wickets in the eastern boundary, but remembering the
005:087;01['  ]| dahlias at Victoria Gate she changed her$2$ mind and bore off to$4$ the
005:087;01['  ]| right into the north, round the accident house of the Royal Humane
005:087;01['  ]| Society.
005:087;01['  ]| Cooper was standing under a tree in the Cockpit, as he had done,
005:087;01['  ]| with spells of lying, all day and every day since his return to$4$ London
005:087;01['  ]| with Wylie and Miss*Counihan. He recognized Celia as she swaggered
005:087;01['  ]| past. He let her$6$ get well ahead and then started after her$6$, his gait
005:087;01['  ]| more frustrated than ever as he forced himself to$9$ keep his distance.
005:087;01['  ]| He could not help gaining on her$6$, he had to$9$ stop every now and then
005:087;01['  ]| to$9$ let her$6$ get on. She stood a long time before the dahlias, then
005:087;01['  ]| entered the gardens by the fountains. She took the path straight
005:087;01['  ]| across to$4$ the Round Pond, walked round it clockwise and sat down
005:087;01['  ]| on a bench on the west side with her$2$ back to$4$ the palace and the wind,
005:087;01['  ]| close to$4$ the flyers, but not too close. She wanted to$9$ see Mr*Kelly, but
005:087;01['  ]| not to$9$ be$1$ seen by him. Not yet.
005:087;01['  ]| The flyers were some old men, most of whom she recognized from
005:087;01['  ]| the days when she had come regularly with Mr*Kelly every Saturday
005:087;01['  ]| afternoon, and one child. Mr*Kelly was late.
005:087;01['  ]| It began to$9$ rain, she moved into the shelter. A young man followed
005:087;01['  ]| her$6$, pleasantly spoken, amorously disposed. She could not blame him,
005:087;01['  ]| it was a natural mistake, she felt sorry for him, she disabused him
005:087;01['  ]| gently.
005:087;01['  ]| The water splashed over the margin of the pond, the nearer kites
005:087;01['  ]| were writhing and plunging. The nearer they were the more contorted
005:087;01['  ]| and wild. One came down in the pond. Another, after prolonged
005:087;01['  ]| paroxysms, behind the cast of the Physical Energy of G. F. Watts,
005:088;01['  ]| OM, RA. Only two rode steadily, a tandem, coupled abreast like the
005:088;01['  ]| happy tug and barge, flown by the child from a double winch. She
005:088;01['  ]| could just discern them, side by side high above the trees, specks
005:088;01['  ]| against the east darkening already. The wrack broke behind them as
005:088;01['  ]| she watched, for a moment they stood out motionless and black, in a
005:088;01['  ]| glade of limpid viridescent sky.
005:088;01['  ]| She grew more and more impatient for Mr*Kelly to$9$ come and show
005:088;01['  ]| his skill as the chances of his doing so diminished. She sat on till it
005:088;01['  ]| was nearly dark and all the flyers, except the child, had gone. At last
005:088;01['  ]| he also began to$9$ wind in and Celia watched for the kites to$9$ appear.
005:088;01['  ]| When they did their contortions surprised her$6$, she could hardly
005:088;01['  ]| believe it was the same pair that had ridden so serenely on a full line.
005:088;01['  ]| The child was expert, he played them with a finesse worthy of 
005:088;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly himself. In the end they came quietly, hung low in the murk almost 
005:088;01['  ]| directly overhead, then settled gently. The child knelt down in
005:088;01['  ]| the rain, dismantled them, wrapped the tails and sticks in the sails
005:088;01['  ]| and went away, singing. As he passed the shelter Celia called good
005:088;01['  ]| night. He did not hear her$6$, he was singing.
005:088;01['  ]| Soon the gates would close, all over the gardens the rangers were
005:088;01['  ]| crying their cry: \All out.\ Celia started slowly up the Broad Walk,
005:088;01['  ]| wondering what could have$1$ happened to$4$ Mr*Kelly, impervious in the
005:088;01['  ]| ordinary way to$4$ every form of weather except the dead calm. It was
005:088;01['  ]| not as though he depended on her$6$ to$9$ wheel him, he always insisted on
005:088;01['  ]| propelling the chair himself. He enjoyed the sensation of plying the
005:088;01['  ]| levers, he said it was like working the pulls of a beer-engine. It
005:088;01['  ]| looked as though something were amiss with Mr*Kelly.
005:088;01['  ]| She took the District Railway from Notting Hill Gate to$4$ King's
005:088;01['  ]| Cross. So did Cooper. She toiled up Caledonian Road, feeling the
005:088;01['  ]| worse for her$2$ outing. She was tired and wet, Mr*Kelly had failed, the
005:088;01['  ]| child had ignored her$2$ good night. There was nothing to$9$ go back to$4$,
005:088;01['  ]| yet she was glad when she arrived. So was Cooper. She let herself in,
005:088;01['  ]| therefore she lived there. This time he did not exceed his instructions,
005:088;01['  ]| but hastened away as soon as he had made a mental note of the
005:088;01['  ]| number. Cooper's mental notes were few, but ineffaceable. Celia
005:088;01['  ]| had begun to$9$ climb the stairs in the dark when Miss*Carridge came
005:088;01['  ]| out of her$2$ room and switched on the light. Celia stopped, her$2$ feet on
005:088;01['  ]| different steps, her$2$ hand on the banister, her$2$ face in profile.
005:088;01[I  ]| 'Mr*Murphy came while you were out,' 
005:088;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge. 
005:088;01[I  ]| 'You
005:088;01[I  ]| can not have$1$ been gone five minutes.'
005:089;01['  ]| For a full second Celia mistook this to$9$ mean that Murphy had
005:089;01['  ]| come back.
005:089;01[I  ]| 'He took his bag and the chair,' 
005:089;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:089;01[I  ]| 'but could not
005:089;01[I  ]| wait.'
005:089;01['  ]| There was the usual silence. Miss*Carridge missing nothing of
005:089;01['  ]| Celia's expression, Celia appearing to$9$ scrutinize her$2$ hand on the
005:089;01['  ]| banister.
005:089;01[C  ]| 'Any message?' 
005:089;01['  ]| said Celia at last.
005:089;01[I  ]| 'I can not hear you,' 
005:089;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:089;01[C  ]| 'Did Mr*Murphy leave any message?' 
005:089;01['  ]| said Celia, turning away and
005:089;01['  ]| taking another step upward.
005:089;01[I  ]| 'Wait now till I see,' 
005:089;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:089;01['  ]| Celia waited.
005:089;01[I  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:089;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:089;01[I  ]| 'now that you ask me, he did say$1$ to$9$ tell
005:089;01[I  ]| you he was all right and would be$1$ writing.' 
005:089;01['  ]| A lie. Miss*Carridge's pity
005:089;01['  ]| knew no bounds but alms.
005:089;01['  ]| When it was quite clear that this was the whole extent of the
005:089;01['  ]| message Celia went on slowly up the stairs. Miss*Carridge stood with
005:089;01['  ]| a finger on the switch, watching. The turn of the stair took the body
005:089;01['  ]| out of sight, but Miss*Carridge could still see the hand on the banister, 
005:089;01['  ]| gripping, then sliding a little, gripping again, then sliding a little
005:089;01['  ]| more. When the hand also disappeared Miss*Carridge switched off
005:089;01['  ]| the light and stood in the dark that was so much less extravagant,
005:089;01['  ]| not to$9$ mention richer in acoustic properties, listening.
005:089;01['  ]| She heard with surprise the door of the big room opened and closed
005:089;01['  ]| again immediately. After a pause the steps resumed their climb, no
005:089;01['  ]| more slowly than before, but perhaps a little less surely. She waited
005:089;01['  ]| till she heard the old boy's door close, neither loudly nor softly, and
005:089;01['  ]| then went back to$4$ her$2$ book: \The Candle of Vision,\ by George Russell
005:089;01['  ]| (A.E.).
005:090;00[U  ]| <Nine>
005:090;01['  ]| \8Il 8est 8difficile  8celui 8qui 8vit 8hors 8du 8monde 8de 8ne 8pas 8rechercher 8les\
005:090;01['  ]| \8siens.\ (MALRAUX)
005:090;01['  ]| The Magdalen Mental Mercyseat lay a little way out of town, ideally
005:090;01['  ]| situated in its own grounds on the boundary of two counties. In
005:090;01['  ]| order to$9$ die in the one sheriffalty rather than in the other some
005:090;01['  ]| patients had merely to$9$ move up, or be$1$ moved up, a little in the bed.
005:090;01['  ]| This sometimes proved a great convenience.
005:090;01['  ]| The head male nurse, Mr*Thomas ('Bim') Clinch, a huge red, bald,
005:090;01['  ]| whiskered man of overweening ability and authority in his own
005:090;01['  ]| department, had a fancy for Ticklepenny not far short of love. It was
005:090;01['  ]| largely thanks to$4$ this that Ticklepenny had been taken on in the
005:090;01['  ]| first place. It was largely thanks to$4$ it now that Murphy was taken on
005:090;01['  ]| in Ticklepenny's stead. For Ticklepenny had vowed to$4$ Bim that if
005:090;01['  ]| Murphy were not taken on in his stead, to$9$ release him from the
005:090;01['  ]| torments of the wards, he would go, pay or no pay. But if Murphy
005:090;01['  ]| were taken on he would stay, he would return to$4$ the bottles and
005:090;01['  ]| the slops and so remain available for Bim's fancy, which was not far
005:090;01['  ]| short of love.
005:090;01['  ]| After a sharp struggle between man and head male nurse Bim
005:090;01['  ]| neatly reconciled his pleasure and his duty. He would take Murphy
005:090;01['  ]| on a month's probation and release Ticklepenny from his contract.
005:090;01['  ]| When Murphy had completed his month, and not before, Ticklepenny
005:091;01['  ]| would be$1$ paid for the ten days he had served. Thus Ticklepenny was
005:091;01['  ]| made security for Murphy and the fancy given a full month in which
005:091;01['  ]| to$9$ cloy.
005:091;01['  ]| Ticklepenny proposed that he should be$1$ paid his ten days as soon
005:091;01['  ]| as Murphy had completed, not his own month, but as much of Ticklepenny's 
005:091;01['  ]| as had still to$9$ run.
005:091;01[W1 ]| 'Darling,' 
005:091;01['  ]| said Bim, 
005:091;01[W1 ]| 'you will get your one-six-eight as soon as your
005:091;01[W1 ]| Murphy has given a month's satisfaction and no sooner.'
005:091;01[J  ]| 'Then make it one-ten,' 
005:091;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny. 
005:091;01[J  ]| 'Have a heart.'
005:091;01[W1 ]| 'That is entirely up to$4$ you,' 
005:091;01['  ]| said Bim.
005:091;01['  ]| Thus Murphy's appointment, as though to$4$ a position of the highest
005:091;01['  ]| trust, was a foregone conclusion. His own merits were so recondite,
005:091;01['  ]| in spite of the magical eye, that he obviously could not be$1$ appointed
005:091;01['  ]| on them, but only on the demerits, or by-merits of Ticklepenny. So it
005:091;01['  ]| was that a few minutes after his arrival he found himself being signed
005:091;01['  ]| on and admonished by Bim, who did not like the look of him in the
005:091;01['  ]| least.
005:091;01['  ]| He would be$1$ expected to$9$ make beds, carry trays, clean up regular
005:091;01['  ]| messes, clean up casual messes, read thermometers, write charts,
005:091;01['  ]| wash the bedridden, give medicine, hound down its effects, warm
005:091;01['  ]| bedpans, cool fevers, boil gags, sterilize when in doubt, honour and
005:091;01['  ]| obey the male sister, wait hand, foot and mouth on the doctor when
005:091;01['  ]| he came, look pleasant.
005:091;01['  ]| He would never lose sight of the fact that he was dealing with
005:091;01['  ]| patients not responsible for what they did or said.
005:091;01['  ]| He would never on any account allow himself to$9$ be$1$ affected by the
005:091;01['  ]| abuse, no matter how foul and unmerited, that would be$1$ poured out
005:091;01['  ]| upon him. The patients seeing so much of the nurses and so little of
005:091;01['  ]| the doctor, it was natural that they should regard the former as their
005:091;01['  ]| persecutors and the latter as their saviour.
005:091;01['  ]| He would never on any account be$1$ rough with a patient. Restraint
005:091;01['  ]| and coercion were sometimes unavoidable, but must always be$1$
005:091;01['  ]| exerted with the utmost tenderness. After all it was a mercyseat. If
005:091;01['  ]| singlehanded he could not handle a patient without hurting him, let
005:091;01['  ]| him call the other nurses to$4$ his assistance.
005:091;01['  ]| He would never lose sight of the fact that he was a creature
005:091;01['  ]| without initiative. He had no competence to$9$ register facts on his own
005:091;01['  ]| account. There were no facts in the MMM except those sanctioned by
005:091;01['  ]| the doctor. Thus, to$9$ take a simple example, when a patient died suddenly 
005:092;01['  ]| and flagrantly, as was sometimes bound to$9$ happen even in the
005:092;01['  ]| MMM, let him assume nothing of the kind when sending for the
005:092;01['  ]| doctor. No patient was dead till the doctor had seen him.
005:092;01['  ]| He would never on any account neglect to$9$ keep his mouth shut.
005:092;01['  ]| The mercies of the Mercyseat were private and confidential.
005:092;01['  ]| These were the main points to$9$ be$1$ kept constantly in mind. Other
005:092;01['  ]| routine details would be$1$ explained to$4$ him as he went along.
005:092;01['  ]| He was assigned to$4$ Skinner's House, male side, first floor. His
005:092;01['  ]| hours would be$1$ 8 to$4$ 12 and 2 to$4$ 8. He would start the following
005:092;01['  ]| morning. He would be$1$ on day duty the first week, on night duty the
005:092;01['  ]| second week. The peculiar features of night duty would be$1$ explained
005:092;01['  ]| to$4$ him when the time came.
005:092;01['  ]| A less remarkable outfit would be$1$ issued to$4$ him.
005:092;01['  ]| Had he any questions before he was passed on to$4$ Ticklepenny?
005:092;01['  ]| There was a silence, Bim liking the look of Murphy less and less,
005:092;01['  ]| Murphy racking his brains for plausible curiosity.
005:092;01[W1 ]| 'In that case ~~' 
005:092;01['  ]| said Bim.
005:092;01[A  ]| 'Are they all certified?' 
005:092;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:092;01[W1 ]| 'That is not your business,' 
005:092;01['  ]| said Bim. 
005:092;01[W1 ]| 'You are not paid to$9$ take <an> a
005:092;01[W1 ]| interest in the patients, but to$9$ fetch for them, carry for them and
005:092;01[W1 ]| clean up after them. All you know about them is the work they give
005:092;01[W1 ]| you to$9$ do$1$. Make no mistake about it.'
005:092;01['  ]| Murphy learned later that about 15 per cent of the patients were
005:092;01['  ]| certified, a little band select only in name, treated with exactly the
005:092;01['  ]| same sanguine punctilio as the 85 per cent that were not certified.
005:092;01['  ]| For the MMM was a sanatorium, not a madhouse nor a home for defectives, 
005:092;01['  ]| and as such admitted only those cases whose prognoses
005:092;01['  ]| were not hopeless. If the effect of treatment was to$9$ render the prognosis 
005:092;01['  ]| hopeless, as was sometimes bound to$9$ happen even in the MMM,
005:092;01['  ]| then out went the patient, except in very special attenuating circumstances. 
005:092;01['  ]| Thus if the chronic (the soft impairment having been admitted) 
005:092;01['  ]| was a really charming chap, quiet, clean, biddable and solvent,
005:092;01['  ]| he might be$1$ allowed to$9$ settle down in the MMM for the rest of his
005:092;01['  ]| natural. There were a few such fortunate cases, certified and uncertified, 
005:092;01['  ]| enjoying all the amenities of a mental hospital from peraldehyde 
005:092;01['  ]| to$4$ slosh, without any of its therapeutic vexations.
005:092;01['  ]| Cringing with relief, Ticklepenny took Murphy first to$4$ his sleeping
005:092;01['  ]| quarters, then to$4$ Skinner House.
005:092;01['  ]| Two large buildings, one for males, the other for females, remote
005:093;01['  ]| from the main block and still more so from each other, housed the
005:093;01['  ]| nursing staff and other menials. Married nurses, both male and
005:093;01['  ]| female, lived out. No female nurse had taken a male nurse to$4$ husband 
005:093;01['  ]| within living memory, though one had once been almost obliged
005:093;01['  ]| to$9$.
005:093;01['  ]| Murphy had the choice of sharing a room with Ticklepenny or having 
005:093;01['  ]| a garret to$4$ himself. They climbed the ladder to$4$ the latter and
005:093;01['  ]| Murphy chose it with such decision that even Ticklepenny felt a little
005:093;01['  ]| slighted. It was not usual for Ticklepenny to$9$ feel slighted at all, it was
005:093;01['  ]| unprecedented for him to$9$ do$1$ so without cause, as was the present
005:093;01['  ]| case. For had he been Cleopatra herself, in the last years of her$2$
005:093;01['  ]| father's reign, Murphy would have$1$ made the same choice.
005:093;01['  ]| The reason for this eccentricity does not seem a very good one.
005:093;01['  ]| Fewer years ago than he cared to$9$ remember, while still in the first
005:093;01['  ]| cyanosis of youth, Murphy had occupied a garret in Hanover, not for
005:093;01['  ]| long, but for long enough to$9$ experience all its advantages. Since then
005:093;01['  ]| he had sought high and low for another, even half as good. In vain.
005:093;01['  ]| What passed for a garret in Great Britain and Ireland was really
005:093;01['  ]| nothing more than <an> a attic. <An> a attic!  How was it possible for such a
005:093;01['  ]| confusion to$9$ arise? A basement was better than <an> a attic. <An> a attic!
005:093;01['  ]| But the garret that he now saw was not <an> a attic, nor yet a mansard,
005:093;01['  ]| but a genuine garret, not half, but twice as good as the one in Hanover, 
005:093;01['  ]| because half as large. The ceiling and the outer wall were one, a
005:093;01['  ]| superb surge of white, pitched at the perfect angle of farthest trajectory, 
005:093;01['  ]| pierced by a small frosted skylight, ideal for closing against the
005:093;01['  ]| sun by day and opening by night to$4$ the stars. The bed, so low and
005:093;01['  ]| gone in the springs that even unfreighted the middle grazed the
005:093;01['  ]| ground, was wedged lengthways into the cleft of floor and ceiling, so
005:093;01['  ]| that Murphy was saved the trouble of moving it into that position.
005:093;01['  ]| The garret contained, in addition to$4$ the bed, one chair and one chest,
005:093;01['  ]| not of drawers. <An> a immense candle, stuck to$4$ the floor by its own tallow, 
005:093;01['  ]| pointed its snuff to$4$ heaven at the head of the bed. This, the only
005:093;01['  ]| means of light, was more than enough for Murphy, a strict non-reader. 
005:093;01['  ]| But he objected very strongly to$4$ there being no means of
005:093;01['  ]| heat.
005:093;01[A  ]| 'I must have$1$ fire,' 
005:093;01['  ]| he said to$4$ Ticklepenny, 
005:093;01[A  ]| 'I can not live without
005:093;01[A  ]| fire.'
005:093;01['  ]| Ticklepenny was sorry, he thought it most unlikely that Murphy
005:093;01['  ]| would be$1$ granted a fire in the garret. There were no tubes or wires to$4$
005:094;01['  ]| that remote aery. A brazier seemed the only chance, but Bim would
005:094;01['  ]| hardly allow a brazier. Murphy would find that a fire was really
005:094;01['  ]| unnecessary in so confined a space. The flame within would work up
005:094;01['  ]| a fine fug in no time.
005:094;01[A  ]| 'I came here to$9$ oblige you,' 
005:094;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:094;01[A  ]| 'and I am still prepared
005:094;01['  ]| to$9$ do$1$ so, but not without fire.'
005:094;01['  ]| He went on to$9$ speak of tubes and wires. Was it not just the beauty
005:094;01['  ]| of tubes and wires, that they could be$1$ extended? Was it not their
005:094;01['  ]| chief characteristic, the ease with which they could be$1$ extended?
005:094;01['  ]| What was the point of going in for tubes and wires at all, if you did
005:094;01['  ]| not extend them without compunction whenever necessary? Did they
005:094;01['  ]| not cry out for extension? Ticklepenny thought he would never stop,
005:094;01['  ]| saying feverishly the same thing in slightly different ways.
005:094;01[J  ]| 'You should see my fire,' 
005:094;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:094;01['  ]| This infuriated Murphy. Was he to$9$ find a garret after all these
005:094;01['  ]| years, just as all hope seemed dead, a garret that was actually not <an> a
005:094;01['  ]| attic, nor a mansard, only to$9$ lose it again at once for want of a few
005:094;01['  ]| yards of tube or wire? He broke into sweat, lost all his yellow, his
005:094;01['  ]| heart pounded, the garret spun round, he could not speak. When he
005:094;01['  ]| could he said, in a voice new to$4$ Ticklepenny:
005:094;01[A  ]| 'Have fire in this garret before night or ~~'
005:094;01['  ]| He stopped because he could not go on. It was <an> a aposiopesis of
005:094;01['  ]| the purest kind. Ticklepenny supplied the missing consequences in
005:094;01['  ]| various versions, each one more painful than any that Murphy could
005:094;01['  ]| have$1$ specified, terrifying taken all together. Suk's indication of
005:094;01['  ]| silence as one of Murphy's highest attributes could not have$1$ been
005:094;01['  ]| more strikingly justified.
005:094;01['  ]| It seems strange that neither of them thought of <an> a oil-stove, say a
005:094;01['  ]| small Valor Perfection. Bim could hardly have$1$ objected and all the
005:094;01['  ]| trouble with tubes and wires would have$1$ been avoided. The fact
005:094;01['  ]| remains that the idea of <an> a oil-stove did not occur to$4$ either of them
005:094;01['  ]| at the time, though it did long afterwards to$4$ Ticklepenny.
005:094;01[J  ]| 'Now for the wards,' 
005:094;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:094;01[A  ]| 'Did you catch what I said,' 
005:094;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:094;01[A  ]| 'by any chance?'
005:094;01[J  ]| 'I will do$1$ what I can,' 
005:094;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:094;01[A  ]| 'It makes no difference to$4$ me,' 
005:094;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:094;01[A  ]| 'whether I go or stay.'
005:094;01['  ]| He was mistaken.
005:094;01['  ]| On the way to$4$ Skinner's House they passed a bijou edifice of
005:094;01['  ]| mellow brick with a forecourt of lawn and flowers, its facade a
005:095;01['  ]| profusion of traveller's joy and self-clinging ampelopsis, set in a bay
005:095;01['  ]| of clipped yews.
005:095;01[A  ]| 'Is that the nursery?' 
005:095;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:095;01[J  ]| 'No,' 
005:095;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:095;01[J  ]| 'the mortuary.'
005:095;01['  ]| Skinner's was a long, grey, two-storeyed building, dilated at both
005:095;01['  ]| ends like a double obelisk. The females were thrown all together to$4$
005:095;01['  ]| the west, the males to$4$ the east, and on the strength of this it was
005:095;01['  ]| called a mixed house, as distinct from the two convalescent houses,
005:095;01['  ]| which very properly were not mixed. Similarly, some public baths
005:095;01['  ]| are called mixed where the bathing is not.
005:095;01['  ]| Skinner's was the cockpit of the MMM and here the battle raged
005:095;01['  ]| most fiercely, whenever it could be$1$ engaged, between the psychotic
005:095;01['  ]| and psychiatric points of view. Patients left Skinner's better, dead or
005:095;01['  ]| chronic, for a convalescent house, the mortuary or the exit, as the
005:095;01['  ]| case might be$1$.
005:095;01['  ]| They mounted directly to$4$ the first floor and Murphy was submitted
005:095;01['  ]| to$4$ the male sister, Mr*Timothy ('Bom') Clinch, younger twin and dead
005:095;01['  ]| spit of Bim. Bom, primed by Bim, expected nothing from Murphy, and
005:095;01['  ]| Murphy, ex hypothesi, nothing from Bom, with the result that neither
005:095;01['  ]| was disappointed.
005:095;01['  ]| Bim Clinch had no fewer than seven male relations, lineal and collateral, 
005:095;01['  ]| serving under him, of whom the greatest was Bom and perhaps 
005:095;01['  ]| the least <an> a aged uncle ('Bum') in the bandage-winding department, 
005:095;01['  ]| as well as <an> a elder sister, two nieces and a by-blow on the
005:095;01['  ]| female side. There was nothing old-fashioned or half-hearted about
005:095;01['  ]| the nepotism of Bim Clinch, there was no more resolute and successful 
005:095;01['  ]| pope to$4$ his family in the south of England, and even in the south
005:095;01['  ]| of Ireland there were still some who might have$1$ studied his methods
005:095;01['  ]| with profit.
005:095;01[W5 ]| 'This way,' 
005:095;01['  ]| said Bom.
005:095;01['  ]| The wards consisted of two long corridors, intersecting to$9$ form a T,
005:095;01['  ]| or more correctly a decapitated potence, the three extremities developed 
005:095;01['  ]| into spacious crutch-heads, which were the reading, writing
005:095;01['  ]| and recreation-rooms or 'wrecks', known to$4$ the wittier ministers of
005:095;01['  ]| mercy as the sublimatoria. Here the patients were encouraged to$9$ play
005:095;01['  ]| billiards, darts, ping-pong, the piano and other less strenuous games,
005:095;01['  ]| or simply to$9$ hang about doing nothing. The great majority preferred 
005:095;01['  ]| simply to$9$ hang about doing nothing.
005:095;01['  ]| To$9$ adopt for a moment as a purely descriptive convenience the
005:096;01['  ]| terms and orientation of church architecture, the layout of the wards
005:096;01['  ]| was that of nave and transepts, with nothing east of the crossing.
005:096;01['  ]| There were no open wards in the ordinary sense, but single rooms, or
005:096;01['  ]| as some would say$1$, cells, or as Boswell said, mansions, opening south
005:096;01['  ]| off the nave and east and west off the transepts. North of the nave
005:096;01['  ]| were the kitchens, patients' refectory, nurses' refectory, drug arsenal,
005:096;01['  ]| patients' lavatory, nurses' lavatory, visitors' lavatory, etc. The bed-ridden 
005:096;01['  ]| and more refractory cases were kept together as far as possible 
005:096;01['  ]| in the south transept, off which opened the padded cells, known
005:096;01['  ]| to$4$ the wittier as the 'quiet rooms', 'rubber rooms' or, in a notable
005:096;01['  ]| clip, 'pads'. The whole place was overheated and stank of peraldehyde 
005:096;01['  ]| and truant sphincters.
005:096;01['  ]| There were not many patients about as Murphy followed Bom
005:096;01['  ]| through the wards. Some were at matins, some in the gardens, some
005:096;01['  ]| could not get up, some would not, some simply had not. But those
005:096;01['  ]| that he did see were not at all the terrifying monsters that might have$1$
005:096;01['  ]| been imagined from Ticklepenny's account. Melancholics, motionless 
005:096;01['  ]| and brooding, holding their heads or bellies according to$4$ type.
005:096;01['  ]| Paranoids, feverishly covering sheets of paper with complaints
005:096;01['  ]| against their treatment or verbatim reports of their inner voices. A
005:096;01['  ]| hebephrenic playing the piano intently. A hypomanic teaching slosh
005:096;01['  ]| to$4$ a Korsakow's syndrome. <An> a emaciated schizoid, petrified in a
005:096;01['  ]| toppling attitude as though condemned to$4$ <an> a eternal \8tableau 8vivant,\
005:096;01['  ]| his left hand rhetorically extended holding a cigarette half smoked
005:096;01['  ]| and out, his right, quivering and rigid, pointing upward.
005:096;01['  ]| They caused Murphy no horror. The most easily identifiable of his
005:096;01['  ]| immediate feelings were respect and unworthiness. Except for the
005:096;01['  ]| manic, who was like <an> a epitome of all the self-made plutolaters who
005:096;01['  ]| ever triumphed over empty pockets and clean hands, the impression
005:096;01['  ]| he received was of that self-immersed indifference to$4$ the contingencies 
005:096;01['  ]| of the contingent world which he had chosen for himself as the
005:096;01['  ]| only felicity and achieved so seldom.
005:096;01['  ]| The tour being over and all Bim's precepts exemplified, Bom led the
005:096;01['  ]| way back to$4$ the crossing and said:
005:096;01[W5 ]| 'That is all now. Report in the morning at eight.
005:096;01['  ]| He waited to$9$ be$1$ thanked before he opened the door. Ticklepenny
005:096;01['  ]| nudged Murphy.
005:096;01[A  ]| 'A million thanks,' 
005:096;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:096;01[W5 ]| 'Do not thank me,' 
005:096;01['  ]| said Bom. 
005:096;01[W5 ]| 'Any questions?'
005:097;01['  ]| Murphy knew better, but made a show of consulting with himself.
005:097;01[J  ]| 'He would like to$9$ start in straight away,' 
005:097;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:097;01[W6 ]| 'That is a matter for Mr*Tom,' 
005:097;01['  ]| said Mr*Tim.
005:097;01[J  ]| 'Oh, it is all OK with Mr*Tom,' 
005:097;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:097;01[W5 ]| 'My instructions are he does not come on till the morning,' 
005:097;01['  ]| said
005:097;01['  ]| Bom.
005:097;01['  ]| Ticklepenny nudged Murphy, this time unnecessarily. For Murphy
005:097;01['  ]| was only too anxious to$9$ test his striking impression that here was the
005:097;01['  ]| race of people he had long since despaired of finding. Also he wanted
005:097;01['  ]| Ticklepenny to$9$ be$1$ free to$9$ rig up his fire. He would have$1$ played up
005:097;01['  ]| unprompted.
005:097;01[A  ]| 'Of course I know my month only counts from tomorrow,' 
005:097;01['  ]| he said,
005:097;01[A  ]| 'but Mr*Clinch very kindly had no objection to$4$ my starting in straight
005:097;01[A  ]| away if I wanted to$9$.'
005:097;01[W5 ]| 'And do you?' said Bom, 
005:097;01['  ]| very incredulously, having seen the nudge
005:097;01['  ]| (the second nudge).
005:097;01[J  ]| 'What he wants ~~' 
005:097;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:097;01[W5 ]| 'You,' 
005:097;01['  ]| said Bom with a sudden ferocity that put Murphy's heart
005:097;01['  ]| across him, 
005:097;01[W5 ]| 'you shut your bloody choke, we all know what you want.'
005:097;01['  ]| He mentioned one or two of the things that Ticklepenny most wanted. 
005:097;01['  ]| Ticklepenny wiped his face. Two sorts of reprimand were familiar
005:097;01['  ]| to$4$ Ticklepenny, those that left him in the necessity of wiping his face
005:097;01['  ]| and those that did not. He used no other principle of differentiation.
005:097;01[A  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:097;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:097;01[A  ]| 'I should like very much to$9$ start in at once, if
005:097;01[A  ]| I might.'
005:097;01['  ]| Bom gave up. When the fool supports the knave the good man may
005:097;01['  ]| fold his hands. The fool in league with the knave against himself is a
005:097;01['  ]| combination that none may withstand. Oh, monster of humanity
005:097;01['  ]| and enlightenment, despairing of a world in which the only natural
005:097;01['  ]| allies are the fools and knaves, a mankind sterile with self-complicity,
005:097;01['  ]| admire Bom feeling dimly for once what you feel acutely so often,
005:097;01['  ]| Pilate's hands rustling in his mind.
005:097;01['  ]| Thus Bom released Ticklepenny and delivered Murphy to$4$ his folly.
005:097;01['  ]| Feeling just the same old Wood's halfpenny in the regulation shirt
005:097;01['  ]| and suit, perhaps because he refused to$9$ leave off the lemon bow,
005:097;01['  ]| Murphy reported to$4$ Bom at two o'clock and entered upon that
005:097;01['  ]| experience from which he already hoped for better things, without
005:097;01['  ]| exactly knowing why or what things or in what way better.
005:097;01['  ]| He was sorry when eight o'clock came and he was sent off duty,
005:098;01['  ]| having been loudly abused by Bom for his clumsiness in handling
005:098;01['  ]| things (trays, beds, thermometers, syringes, pans, jacks, spatulas,
005:098;01['  ]| screws, etc) and silently commended for his skill in handling the
005:098;01['  ]| patients themselves, whose names and more flagrant peculiarities he
005:098;01['  ]| had fully coordinated by the end of the six hours, what he might
005:098;01['  ]| expect from them and what never hope.
005:098;01['  ]| Ticklepenny was lying all over the garret floor, struggling with a
005:098;01['  ]| tiny old-fashioned gas radiator, firing a spark-pistol with a kind of
005:098;01['  ]| despair, in the light of the candle. He related how the crazy installation 
005:098;01['  ]| had developed, step by step, typically, from the farthest-fetched
005:098;01['  ]| of visions to$4$ a reality that would not function.
005:098;01['  ]| It had taken him <an> a hour to$9$ perfect the vision. It had taken him
005:098;01['  ]| another hour to$9$ unearth the radiator, the key-piece of the whole 
005:098;01['  ]| contraption, with spark-pistol ironically attached.
005:098;01[A  ]| 'I should have$1$ thought,' 
005:098;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:098;01[A  ]| 'that the radiator was secondary 
005:098;01[A  ]| to$4$ the gas.'
005:098;01['  ]| He had brought the radiator to$4$ the garret, set it down on the floor
005:098;01['  ]| and stood back to$9$ imagine it lit. Rusty, dusty, derelict, the coils of
005:098;01['  ]| asbestos falling to$4$ pieces, it seemed to$9$ defy ignition. He went dismally 
005:098;01['  ]| away to$9$ look for gas.
005:098;01['  ]| It had taken him another hour to$9$ find what might be$1$ made to$9$ serve,
005:098;01['  ]| a disused jet in the wc, now lit by electricity, on the floor below.
005:098;01['  ]| The extremes having thus been established, nothing remained but
005:098;01['  ]| to$9$ make them meet. This was a difficulty whose fascinations were
005:098;01['  ]| familiar to$4$ him from the days when as a pot poet he had laboured so
005:098;01['  ]| long and so lovingly to$9$ join the ends of his pentameters. He solved it
005:098;01['  ]| in less than two hours by means of a series of discarded feed tubes
005:098;01['  ]| eked out with caesurae of glass, thanks to$4$ which gas was now being
005:098;01['  ]| poured into the radiator. Yet the asbestos would not kindle, pepper it
005:098;01['  ]| with sparks as he might.
005:098;01[A  ]| 'You speak of gas,' 
005:098;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:098;01[A  ]| 'but I smell no gas.'
005:098;01['  ]| This was where he was at a disadvantage, for Ticklepenny did smell
005:098;01['  ]| gas, faintly but distinctly. He described how he had turned it on in
005:098;01['  ]| the wc and raced it back to$4$ the garret. He explained how the flow
005:098;01['  ]| could only be$1$ regulated from the wc, as there was no tap and no
005:098;01['  ]| provision for a tap at the radiator's seat of entry. That was perhaps
005:098;01['  ]| the chief inconvenience of his machine. A more dignified way for
005:098;01['  ]| Murphy to$9$ light his fire, in default of <an> a assistant to$9$ turn on the gas
005:098;01['  ]| below while he waited above ready with the spark-pistol, would be$1$
005:099;01['  ]| to$9$ fix <an> a asbestos nozzle on his end of the connexion, descend with
005:099;01['  ]| this to$4$ the source of supply, light up in the wc and carry the fire
005:099;01['  ]| back to$4$ the radiator at his leisure. Or if he preferred he could bring
005:099;01['  ]| the whole radiator down to$4$ the wc and to$4$ hell with a special nozzle.
005:099;01['  ]| But those were minor points. The main point was that he, Ticklepenny, 
005:099;01['  ]| had turned on the gas more than ten minutes before and been
005:099;01['  ]| firing sparks into the radiator ever since, without result. This was
005:099;01['  ]| true.
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Either the gas is not on,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:099;01[A  ]| 'or the connexion is broken.'
005:099;01[J  ]| 'Am not I after trying?' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny. A lie. Ticklepenny was
005:099;01['  ]| worn out.
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Try again,' said Murphy. 
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Show me the sparks.'
005:099;01['  ]| Ticklepenny crawled down the ladder. Murphy crouched before
005:099;01['  ]| the radiator. In a moment came a faint hiss, then a faint smell.
005:099;01['  ]| Murphy averted his head and pulled the trigger. The radiator lit with
005:099;01['  ]| a sigh and blushed, with as much of its asbestos as had not perished.
005:099;01[J  ]| 'How is that?' 
005:099;01['  ]| called Ticklepenny from the foot of the ladder.
005:099;01['  ]| Murphy went down, to$9$ prevent Ticklepenny, whose immediate usefulness 
005:099;01['  ]| seemed over, from coming up and to$9$ be$1$ shown the tap.
005:099;01[J  ]| 'Is she going?' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Where is the tap?'
005:099;01[J  ]| 'Well, that beats all,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:099;01['  ]| What beat all was how the tap, which he really had turned on,
005:099;01['  ]| came to$9$ be$1$ turned off.
005:099;01['  ]| The dismantled jet projected high up in the wall of the wc and
005:099;01['  ]| what Ticklepenny called the tap was one of those double chain and
005:099;01['  ]| ring arrangements designed for the convenience of dwarfs.
005:099;01[J  ]| 'As I hope to$9$ be$1$ saved,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:099;01[J  ]| 'I swear I turned the little
005:099;01[J  ]| b~~ on.'
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Perhaps a little bird flew in,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:099;01[A  ]| 'and lit on it.'
005:099;01[J  ]| 'How could he with the window shut?' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:099;01[A  ]| 'Perhaps he shut it behind him,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:099;01['  ]| They returned to$4$ the foot of the ladder.
005:099;01[A  ]| 'A million thanks,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:099;01[J  ]| 'Well, that beats everything,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:099;01['  ]| Murphy tried to$9$ pull the ladder up after him. It was fastened down.
005:099;01[J  ]| 'Come on down to$4$ the club for a bit,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:099;01[J  ]| 'why do not
005:099;01[J  ]| you? '
005:099;01['  ]| Murphy closed the trap.
005:100;01[J  ]| 'Well, that beats the band,' 
005:099;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, shambling away.
005:100;01['  ]| Murphy moved the radiator as close to$4$ the bed as it would reach,
005:100;01['  ]| sagged willingly in the middle according to$4$ the mattress and tried to$9$
005:100;01['  ]| come out in his mind. His body being too active with its fatigue to$9$
005:100;01['  ]| permit of this, he submitted to$4$ sleep, Sleep son of Erebus and Night,
005:100;01['  ]| Sleep half-brother to$4$ the Furies.
005:100;01['  ]| When he awoke the fug was thick. He got up and opened the sky-light 
005:100;01['  ]| to$9$ see what stars he commanded, but closed it again at once,
005:100;01['  ]| there being no stars. He lit the tall thick candle from the radiator and
005:100;01['  ]| went down to$4$ the wc to$9$ shut off the flow. What was the etymology of
005:100;01['  ]| gas? On his way back he examined the foot of the ladder. It was only
005:100;01['  ]| lightly screwed down, Ticklepenny could rectify it. He undressed to$4$
005:100;01['  ]| the regulation shirt, stuck the candle by its own tallow to$4$ the floor at
005:100;01['  ]| the head of the bed, got in and tried to$9$ come out in his mind. But his
005:100;01['  ]| body was still too busy with its fatigue. And the etymology of gas?
005:100;01['  ]| Could it be$1$ the same word as chaos? Hardly. Chaos was yawn. But
005:100;01['  ]| then cretin was Christian. Chaos would do$1$, it might not be$1$ right but
005:100;01['  ]| it was pleasant, for him henceforward gas would be$1$ chaos, and chaos
005:100;01['  ]| gas. It could make you yawn, warm, laugh, cry, cease to$9$ suffer, live a
005:100;01['  ]| little longer, die a little sooner. What could it not do$1$? Gas. Could it
005:100;01['  ]| turn a neurotic into a psychotic? No. Only God could do$1$ that. Let
005:100;01['  ]| there be$1$ Heaven in the midst of the waters, let it divide the waters
005:100;01['  ]| from the waters. The Chaos and Waters Facilities Act. The Chaos,
005:100;01['  ]| Light and Coke Co. Hell. Heaven. Helen. Celia.
005:100;01['  ]| In the morning nothing remained of the dream but a postmonition
005:100;01['  ]| of calamity, nothing of the candle but a little coil of tallow.
005:100;01['  ]| Nothing remained but to$9$ see what he wanted to$9$ see. Any fool can
005:100;01['  ]| turn the blind eye, but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand?
005:100;01['  ]| He would not have$1$ admitted that he needed a brotherhood. He
005:100;01['  ]| did. In the presence of this issue (psychiatric-psychotic) between the
005:100;01['  ]| life from which he had turned away and the life of which he had no
005:100;01['  ]| experience, except as he hoped inchoately in himself, he could not
005:100;01['  ]| fail to$4$ side with the latter. His first impressions (always the best),
005:100;01['  ]| hope of better things, feeling of kindred, etc, had been in that sense.
005:100;01['  ]| Nothing remained but to$9$ substantiate these, distorting all that
005:100;01['  ]| threatened to$9$ belie them. It was strenuous work, but very pleasant.
005:100;01['  ]| Thus it was necessary that every hour in the wards should increase, 
005:100;01['  ]| together with his esteem for the patients, his loathing of the
005:101;01['  ]| textbook attitude towards them, the complacent scientific conceptualism 
005:101;01['  ]| that made contact with outer reality the index of mental
005:101;01['  ]| well-being. Every hour did.
005:101;01['  ]| The nature of outer reality remained obscure. The men, women
005:101;01['  ]| and children of science would seem to$9$ have$1$ as many ways of kneeling 
005:101;01['  ]| to$4$ their facts as any other body of illuminati. The definition of
005:101;01['  ]| outer reality, or of reality short and simple, varied according to$4$ the
005:101;01['  ]| sensibility of the definer. But all seemed agreed that contact with it,
005:101;01['  ]| even the layman's fuzzy contact, was a rare privilege.
005:101;01['  ]| On this basis the patients were described as 'cut off' from reality,
005:101;01['  ]| from the rudimentary blessings of the layman's reality, if not altogether, 
005:101;01['  ]| as in the severer cases, then in certain fundamental respects. 
005:101;01['  ]| The function of treatment was to$9$ bridge the gulf, translate the
005:101;01['  ]| sufferer from his own pernicious little private dungheap to$4$ the
005:101;01['  ]| glorious world of discrete particles, where it would be$1$ his inestimable 
005:101;01['  ]| prerogative once again to$9$ wonder, love, hate, desire, rejoice and
005:101;01['  ]| howl in a reasonable balanced manner, and comfort himself with the
005:101;01['  ]| society of others in the same predicament.
005:101;01['  ]| All this was duly revolting to$4$ Murphy, whose experience as a
005:101;01['  ]| physical and rational being obliged him to$9$ call sanctuary what the
005:101;01['  ]| psychiatrists called exile and to$9$ think of the patients not as banished
005:101;01['  ]| from a system of benefits but as escaped from a colossal fiasco. If his
005:101;01['  ]| mind had been on the correct cash-register lines, <an> a indefatigable
005:101;01['  ]| apparatus for doing sums with the petty cash of current facts, then no
005:101;01['  ]| doubt the suppression of these would have$1$ seemed a deprivation.
005:101;01['  ]| But since it was not, since what he called his mind functioned not
005:101;01['  ]| as <an> a instrument but as a place, from whose unique delights precisely 
005:101;01['  ]| those current facts withheld him, was it not most natural
005:101;01['  ]| that he should welcome their suppression, as of gyves?
005:101;01['  ]| The issue therefore, as lovingly simplified and perverted by
005:101;01['  ]| Murphy, lay between nothing less fundamental than the big world
005:101;01['  ]| and the little world, decided by the patients in favour of the latter,
005:101;01['  ]| revived by the psychiatrists on behalf of the former, in his own case
005:101;01['  ]| unresolved. In fact, it was unresolved, only in fact. His vote was cast.
005:101;01['  ]| 'I am not of the big world, I am of the little world' was <an> a old refrain
005:101;01['  ]| with Murphy, and a conviction, two convictions, the negative first.
005:101;01['  ]| How should he tolerate, let alone cultivate, the occasions of fiasco,
005:101;01['  ]| having once beheld the beatific idols of his cave? In the beautiful
005:101;01['  ]| Belgo-Latin of Arnold Geulincx: \7Ubi 7nihil 7vales, 7ibi 7nihil 7velis.\
005:102;01['  ]| But it was not enough to$9$ want nothing where he was worth nothing, 
005:102;01['  ]| nor even to$9$ take the further step of renouncing all that lay outside 
005:102;01['  ]| the intellectual love in which alone he could love himself,
005:102;01['  ]| because there alone he was lovable. It had not been enough and
005:102;01['  ]| showed no signs of being enough. These dispositions and others ancillary, 
005:102;01['  ]| pressing every available means (eg, the rocking-chair) into
005:102;01['  ]| their service, could sway the issue in the desired direction, but not
005:102;01['  ]| clinch it. It continued to$9$ divide him, as witness his deplorable 
005:102;01['  ]| susceptibility to$4$ Celia, ginger, and so on. The means of clinching it were
005:102;01['  ]| lacking. Suppose he were to$9$ clinch it now, in the service of the Clinch
005:102;01['  ]| clan! That would indeed be$1$ very pretty.
005:102;01['  ]| The frequent expressions apparently of pain, rage, despair and in
005:102;01['  ]| fact all the usual, to$4$ which some patients gave vent, suggesting a
005:102;01['  ]| fly somewhere in the ointment of Microcosmos, Murphy either disregarded 
005:102;01['  ]| or muted to$9$ mean what he wanted. Because these outbursts 
005:102;01['  ]| presented more or less the same features as those current in
005:102;01['  ]| Mayfair and Clapham, it did not follow that they were identically
005:102;01['  ]| provoked, any more than it was possible to$9$ argue the livers of those
005:102;01['  ]| areas from the gloomy panoply of melancholia. But even if the Eton
005:102;01['  ]| and Waterloo causes could be$1$ established behind these simulacra of
005:102;01['  ]| their effects, even if the patients did sometimes feel as lousy as they
005:102;01['  ]| sometimes looked, still no aspersion was necessarily cast on the little
005:102;01['  ]| world where Murphy presupposed them, one and all, to$9$ be$1$ having a
005:102;01['  ]| glorious time. One had merely to$9$ ascribe their agitations, not to$4$ any
005:102;01['  ]| flaw in their self-seclusion, but to$4$ its investment by the healers. The
005:102;01['  ]| melancholic's melancholy, the manic's fits of fury, the paranoid's
005:102;01['  ]| despair, were no doubt as little autonomous as the long fat face of a
005:102;01['  ]| mute. Left in peace they would have$1$ been as happy as Larry, short
005:102;01['  ]| for Lazarus, whose raising seemed to$4$ Murphy perhaps the one occasion 
005:102;01['  ]| on which the Messiah had overstepped the mark.
005:102;01['  ]| With these and even less weighty constructions he saved his facts
005:102;01['  ]| against the pressure of those current in the Mercyseat. Stimulated
005:102;01['  ]| by all those lives immured in mind, as he insisted on supposing, he
005:102;01['  ]| laboured more diligently than ever before at his own little dungeon
005:102;01['  ]| in Spain. Three factors especially encouraged him in this and in the
005:102;01['  ]| belief that he had found his kindred at last. The first was the absolute 
005:102;01['  ]| impassiveness of the higher schizoids, in the face of the most
005:102;01['  ]| pitiless therapeutic bombardment. The second was the padded cells.
005:102;01['  ]| The third was his success with the patients.
005:103;01['  ]| The first of these, after what has been said of Murphy's own bondage, 
005:103;01['  ]| speaks for itself. What more vigorous fillip could be$1$ given to$4$ the
005:103;01['  ]| wallows of one bogged in the big world than the example of life to$4$
005:103;01['  ]| all appearances inalienably realized in the little?
005:103;01['  ]| The pads surpassed by far all he had ever been able to$9$ imagine in
005:103;01['  ]| the way of indoor bowers of bliss. The three dimensions, slightly concave, 
005:103;01['  ]| were so exquisitely proportioned that the absence of the
005:103;01['  ]| fourth was scarcely felt. The tender luminous oyster-grey of the
005:103;01['  ]| pneumatic upholstery, cushioning every square inch of ceiling, walls,
005:103;01['  ]| floor and door, lent colour to$4$ the truth, that one was a prisoner of
005:103;01['  ]| air. The temperature was such that only total nudity could do$1$ it
005:103;01['  ]| justice. No system of ventilation appeared to$9$ dispel the illusion of
005:103;01['  ]| respirable vacuum. The compartment was windowless, like a monad,
005:103;01['  ]| except for the shuttered judas in the door, at which a sane eye appeared, 
005:103;01['  ]| or was employed to$9$ appear, at frequent and regular intervals
005:103;01['  ]| throughout the twenty-four hours. Within the narrow limits of
005:103;01['  ]| domestic architecture he had never been able to$9$ imagine a more
005:103;01['  ]| creditable representation of what he kept on calling, indefatigably,
005:103;01['  ]| the little world.
005:103;01['  ]| His success with the patients was little short of scandalous. According 
005:103;01['  ]| to$4$ the textbook psychotic, with his tendency to$9$ equate those
005:103;01['  ]| objects, ideas, persons, etc, evincing the least element in common,
005:103;01['  ]| the patients should have$1$ identified Murphy with Bom & Co, simply
005:103;01['  ]| because he resembled them in the superficial matters of function and
005:103;01['  ]| clothing. The great majority failed to$9$ do$1$ so. The great majority 
005:103;01['  ]| discriminated so unmistakably in Murphy's favour that even Bom lost
005:103;01['  ]| a little of his high colour. Whatever they were in the habit of doing
005:103;01['  ]| for Bom & Co, they did more readily for Murphy. And in certain
005:103;01['  ]| matters where Bom & Co were obliged to$9$ coerce them, or restrain
005:103;01['  ]| them, they would suffer Murphy to$9$ persuade them. One patient, a
005:103;01['  ]| litigious case of doubtful category, refused to$9$ exercise unless accompanied 
005:103;01['  ]| by Murphy. Another, a melancholic with highly developed
005:103;01['  ]| delusions of guilt, would not get out of his bed unless on Murphy's
005:103;01['  ]| invitation. Another melancholic, convinced that his intestines had
005:103;01['  ]| turned to$4$ twine and blotting-paper, would only eat when Murphy
005:103;01['  ]| held the spoon. Otherwise he had to$9$ be$1$ force-fed. All this was highly
005:103;01['  ]| irregular, little short of scandalous.
005:103;01['  ]| Murphy was revolted by Suk's attribution of this strange talent
005:103;01['  ]| solely to$4$ the moon in the Serpent at the hour of his birth. The more
005:104;01['  ]| his own system closed round him, the less he could tolerate its being
005:104;01['  ]| subordinated to$4$ any other. Between him and his stars no doubt
005:104;01['  ]| there was correspondence, but not in Suk's sense. They were his
005:104;01['  ]| stars, he was the prior system. He had been projected, larval and
005:104;01['  ]| dark, on the sky of that regrettable hour as on a screen, magnified
005:104;01['  ]| and clarified into his own meaning. But it was his meaning. The moon
005:104;01['  ]| in the Serpent was no more than <an> a image, a fragment of vitagraph.
005:104;01['  ]| Thus the sixpence worth of sky changed again, from the poem
005:104;01['  ]| that he alone of all the living could write to$4$ the poem that he alone
005:104;01['  ]| of all the born could have$1$ written. So far as the prophetic status of
005:104;01['  ]| the celestial bodies was concerned Murphy had become <an> a out-and-out 
005:104;01['  ]| preterist.
005:104;01['  ]| Free therefore to$9$ inspect for the first time \7in 7situ\ that 'great magical 
005:104;01['  ]| ability of the eye to$4$ which the lunatic would easy succumb',
005:104;01['  ]| Murphy was gratified to$9$ find how well it consisted with what he
005:104;01['  ]| knew already of his idiosyncrasy. His success with the patients was
005:104;01['  ]| the signpost at last on the way he had followed so long and so
005:104;01['  ]| blindly, with nothing to$9$ sustain him but the conviction that all other
005:104;01['  ]| ways were wrong. His success with the patients was a signpost pointing 
005:104;01['  ]| to$4$ them. It meant that they felt in him what they had been and
005:104;01['  ]| he in them what he would be$1$. It meant that nothing less than a
005:104;01['  ]| slap-up psychosis could consummate his life's strike. Quod erat
005:104;01['  ]| extorquendum.
005:104;01['  ]| It seemed to$4$ Murphy that of all his friends among the patients
005:104;01['  ]| there was none quite like his 'tab', Mr*Endon his 'tab'. It seemed to$4$
005:104;01['  ]| Murphy that he was bound to$4$ Mr*Endon, not by the tab only,
005:104;01['  ]| but by a love of the purest possible kind, exempt from the big world's
005:104;01['  ]| precocious ejaculations of thought, word and deed. They remained
005:104;01['  ]| to$4$ one another, even when most profoundly one in spirit, as it seemed
005:104;01['  ]| to$4$ Murphy, Mr*Murphy and Mr*Endon.
005:104;01['  ]| A 'tab' was a patient 'on parchment' (or 'on caution'). A patient
005:104;01['  ]| was put on parchment (or on caution) whenever there was occasion
005:104;01['  ]| to$9$ suspect him of serious suicidal leanings. The occasion might be$1$
005:104;01['  ]| threats uttered by the patient or it might be$1$ simply the general
005:104;01['  ]| tenor of his behaviour. Then a tab was issued in his name, specifying
005:104;01['  ]| in all cases where a preference had been expressed the form of suicide 
005:104;01['  ]| contemplated. Thus: 'Mr*Higgins. The bellycut, or any other
005:104;01['  ]| available means.' 'Mr*O'Connor. Venom, or any other available
005:104;01['  ]| means.' 'Any other available means' was a saving clause. The tab was
005:105;01['  ]| then passed on to$4$ the male sister, who having endorsed it passed it
005:105;01['  ]| on to$4$ one of his male nurses, who having endorsed it was from that
005:105;01['  ]| time forward responsible for the natural death of the bastard in
005:105;01['  ]| question. Of the special duties entailed by this responsibility, perhaps 
005:105;01['  ]| the chief was the control of the suspect at regular intervals of
005:105;01['  ]| not more than twenty minutes. For it was the experience of the
005:105;01['  ]| Mercyseat that only the most skilful and determined could do$1$ the
005:105;01['  ]| trick in less time than that.
005:105;01['  ]| Mr*Endon was on parchment and Murphy had his tab: 'Mr*Endon.
005:105;01['  ]| Apnoea, or any other available means.'
005:105;01['  ]| Suicide by apnoea has often been tried, notably by the condemned 
005:105;01['  ]| to$4$ death. In vain. It is a physiological impossibility. But the
005:105;01['  ]| Mercyseat was not disposed to$9$ take unnecessary chances. Mr*Endon
005:105;01['  ]| had insisted that if he did it at all, it would be$1$ by apnoea, and not
005:105;01['  ]| otherwise. He said his voice would not hear of any other method.
005:105;01['  ]| But Dr*Killiecrankie, the Outer Hebridean RMS, had some experience
005:105;01['  ]| of the schizoid voice. It was not like a real voice, one minute it said
005:105;01['  ]| one thing and the next minute something quite different. Nor was
005:105;01['  ]| he entirely satisfied as to$4$ the physiological impossibility of suicide
005:105;01['  ]| by apnoea. Dr*Killiecrankie had been too often had by the resources
005:105;01['  ]| of organic matter ever again to$9$ draw the Canutian line.
005:105;01['  ]| Mr*Endon was a schizophrenic of the most amiable variety, at
005:105;01['  ]| least for the purposes of such a humble and envious outsider as
005:105;01['  ]| Murphy. The languor in which he passed his days, while deepening
005:105;01['  ]| every now and then to$4$ the extent of some charming suspension of
005:105;01['  ]| gesture, was never so profound as to$9$ inhibit all movement. His inner
005:105;01['  ]| voice did not harangue him, it was unobtrusive and melodious, a
005:105;01['  ]| gentle continuo in the whole consort of his hallucinations. The
005:105;01['  ]| bizarrerie of his attitudes never exceeded a stress laid on their grace.
005:105;01['  ]| In short, a psychosis so limpid and imperturbable that Murphy felt
005:105;01['  ]| drawn to$4$ it as Narcissus to$4$ his fountain.
005:105;01['  ]| The tiny body was perfect in every detail and extremely hairy. The
005:105;01['  ]| features were most delicate, regular and winning, the complexion
005:105;01['  ]| olive except where blue with beard. The skull, large for any body,
005:105;01['  ]| immense for this, crackled with stiff black hair broken at the crown
005:105;01['  ]| by one wide tress of bright white. Mr*Endon did not dress, but drifted 
005:105;01['  ]| about the wards in a line dressing-gown of scarlet byssus faced
005:105;01['  ]| with black braid, black silk pyjamas and neo-merovingian poulaines
005:105;01['  ]| of deepest purple. His fingers blazed with rings. He held tight in his
005:106;01['  ]| little fist the butt, varying in length according to$4$ the hour, of <an> a 
005:106;01['  ]| excellent cigar. This Murphy would light for him in the morning and
005:106;01['  ]| keep on lighting throughout the day. Yet evening found it still 
005:106;01['  ]| unfinished.
005:106;01['  ]| It was the same with chess, Mr*Endon's one frivolity. Murphy
005:106;01['  ]| would set up the game, as soon as he came on in the morning, in a
005:106;01['  ]| quiet corner of the wreck, make his move (for he always played
005:106;01['  ]| white), go away, come back to$4$ Mr*Endon's reply, make his second
005:106;01['  ]| move, go away, and so on throughout the day. They came together
005:106;01['  ]| at the board but seldom. One or two minutes was as long as 
005:106;01['  ]| Mr*Endon cared to$9$ pause in his drifting, longer than Murphy dared
005:106;01['  ]| snatch from his duties and the vigilance of Bom. Each made his
005:106;01['  ]| move in the absence of the other, inspected the position with what
005:106;01['  ]| time remained, and went away. So the game wore on, till evening
005:106;01['  ]| found it almost as level as when begun. This was due not so much to$4$
005:106;01['  ]| their being evenly matched, or to$4$ the unfavourable conditions of
005:106;01['  ]| play, as to$4$ the very Fabian methods that both adopted. How little
005:106;01['  ]| the issue was really engaged may be$1$ judged from the fact that sometimes, 
005:106;01['  ]| after eight or nine hours of this guerrilla, neither player would
005:106;01['  ]| have$1$ lost a piece or even checked the other. This pleased Murphy as
005:106;01['  ]| <an> a expression of his kinship with Mr*Endon and made him if possible 
005:106;01['  ]| more chary of launching <an> a attack than by nature he was.
005:106;01['  ]| He was sorry for himself, very sorry, when eight o'clock came
005:106;01['  ]| and he had to$9$ leave the wards, Mr*Endon and the lesser friends and
005:106;01['  ]| exemplars, the warmth and smell of peraldehyde, etc, to$9$ face the
005:106;01['  ]| twelve hours of self, unredeemed split self, now more than ever the
005:106;01['  ]| best he could do$1$ and less than ever good enough. The end degrades
005:106;01['  ]| the way into a means, a sceneless tedium. Yet he had to$9$ welcome the
005:106;01['  ]| inkling of the end.
005:106;01['  ]| The garret, the fug, sleep, these were the poor best he could do$1$.
005:106;01['  ]| Ticklepenny had unscrewed the ladder, so that now he could draw it
005:106;01['  ]| up after him. Do not come down the ladder, they have taken it away.
005:106;01['  ]| He did not see the stars any more. Walking back from Skinner's
005:106;01['  ]| his eyes were on the ground. And when it was not too cold to$9$ open
005:106;01['  ]| the skylight in the garret, the stars seemed always veiled by cloud
005:106;01['  ]| or fog or mist. The sad truth was that the skylight commanded only
005:106;01['  ]| that most dismal patch of night sky, the galactic coal-sack, which
005:106;01['  ]| would naturally look like a dirty night to$4$ any observer in Murphy's
005:106;01['  ]| condition, cold, tired, angry, impatient and out of conceit with a
005:107;01['  ]| system that seemed the superfluous cartoon of his own.
005:107;01['  ]| Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes
005:107;01['  ]| remember having dreamt of her$2$. If only he had been able to$9$ think
005:107;01['  ]| of her$6$, he would not have$1$ needed to$9$ dream of her$2$.
005:107;01['  ]| Nor did he succeed in coming alive in his mind any more. He
005:107;01['  ]| blamed this on his body, fussy with its fatigue after so much duty,
005:107;01['  ]| but it was rather due to$4$ the vicarious autology that he had been enjoying 
005:107;01['  ]| since morning, in little Mr*Endon and all the other proxies.
005:107;01['  ]| That was why he felt happy in the wards and sorry when the time
005:107;01['  ]| came to$9$ leave them. He could not have$1$ it both ways, not even the
005:107;01['  ]| illusion of it.
005:107;01['  ]| He thought of the rocking-chair left behind in Brewery Road, that
005:107;01['  ]| aid to$4$ life in his mind from which he had never before been parted.
005:107;01['  ]| His books, his pictures, his postcards, his musical scores and instruments, 
005:107;01['  ]| all had been gradually disposed of in that order rather than
005:107;01['  ]| the chair. He worried about it more and more as the week of day
005:106;01['  ]| duty drew to$4$ <an> a end and the week of night duty approached.
005:106;01['  ]| The garret, the fug, fatigue, night, the hours of vicarious autology, 
005:107;01['  ]| these had made it possible for him to$9$ do$1$ without the chair.
005:107;01['  ]| But night duty would be$1$ different. Then there would be$1$ no appeasement 
005:107;01['  ]| by proxy, for Mr*Endon and his kind would be$1$ sleeping. Then
005:107;01['  ]| there would be$1$ no fatigue, for watching could not fatigue him. But
005:107;01['  ]| he would find himself in the morning, with all the hours of light
005:107;01['  ]| before him, hungry in mind, docile in body, craving for the chair.
005:107;01['  ]| Saturday was his afternoon off and he hastened to$4$ Brewery Road.
005:107;01['  ]| In a way, the one way, the immemorial way, he was sorry to$9$ find
005:107;01['  ]| Celia out. In all other ways, glad. For whether he answered her$2$
005:107;01['  ]| questions or not, told the truth or lied, she would know that he
005:107;01['  ]| was gone. He did not want her$6$ to$9$ feel, at least he did not want to$9$
005:107;01['  ]| be$1$ present when she felt, how far all her$2$ loving nagging had gone
005:107;01['  ]| astray; how it had only served to$9$ set him up more firmly than before 
005:107;01['  ]| in the position against which it had been trained, the position
005:107;01['  ]| in which she had found him and would not leave him; how her$2$
005:107;01['  ]| efforts to$9$ make a man of him had made him more than ever Murphy;
005:107;01['  ]| and how by insisting on trying to$9$ change him she had lost him, as
005:107;01['  ]| he had warned her$6$ she would. 'You, my body, my mind ~~ one
005:107;01['  ]| must go.'
005:107;01['  ]| It was night when he reached the garret with the chair, having
005:107;01['  ]| satisfied himself on the way up that no one was about, least of all
005:108;01['  ]| in the wc. Almost at once gas, reminding him that he had forgotten
005:108;01['  ]| to$9$ turn it on, began to$9$ pour through the radiator. This could not
005:108;01['  ]| alarm him, who was not tied by interest to$4$ a corpse-obedient matter
005:108;01['  ]| and whose best friends had always been among things. He merely
005:108;01['  ]| felt greatly obliged, that he had not to$9$ let down the ladder and go
005:108;01['  ]| and repair his omission.
005:108;01['  ]| He lit the radiator, undressed, got into the chair but did not tie
005:108;01['  ]| himself up. Gently does these things, sit down before you lie down.
005:108;01['  ]| When he came to$5$, or rather from, how he had no idea, the first
005:108;01['  ]| thing he saw was the fug, the next sweat on his thigh, the next
005:108;01['  ]| Ticklepenny as though thrown on the silent screen by Griffith in
005:108;01['  ]| midshot soft-focus sprawling on the bed, suggesting how he might
005:108;01['  ]| have$1$ been roused.
005:108;01[J  ]| 'I lit the candle,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:108;01[J  ]| 'the better to$9$ marvel at you.'
005:108;01['  ]| Murphy did not move, any more than one does for <an> a animal, or
005:108;01['  ]| <an> a animal for one. The instinctive curiosities also, as to$4$ how long
005:108;01['  ]| Ticklepenny had been there, what he wanted at that dead hour, how
005:108;01['  ]| he had contrived to$9$ intrude with the ladder removed, etc, were
005:108;01['  ]| too indolent to$9$ discharge in words.
005:108;01[J  ]| 'I could not sleep,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny. 
005:108;01[J  ]| 'You are the only pal I
005:108;01[J  ]| have in this kip. I called and called. I threw my handball against
005:108;01[J  ]| the trap, again and again, with all my might. I got the wind up. I
005:108;01[J  ]| ran and got my little steps.'
005:108;01[A  ]| 'I suppose if I had a lock put on the trap,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:108;01[A  ]| 'my pals
005:108;01[A  ]| would come in through the skylight.'
005:108;01[J  ]| 'You fascinate me,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:108;01[J  ]| 'fast asleep in the dark with
005:108;01[J  ]| your eyes wide open, like <an> a owl is it not?'
005:108;01[A  ]| 'I was not asleep,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:108;01[J  ]| 'Oh,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:108;01[J  ]| 'then you did hear me.'
005:108;01['  ]| Murphy looked at Ticklepenny.
005:108;01[J  ]| 'Oh,' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:108;01[J  ]| 'just deep in thought then or plunged
005:108;01[J  ]| in a reverie maybe.'
005:108;01[A  ]| 'What do you take me for?' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Murphy. 
005:108;01[A  ]| 'The student of my
005:108;01[A  ]| year? '
005:108;01[J  ]| 'Then what?' 
005:108;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny. 
005:108;01[J  ]| 'If it is not a rude question.'
005:108;01['  ]| Murphy amused himself bitterly and briefly with the question of
005:108;01['  ]| the answer he would have$1$ made to$4$ a person of his own steak and
005:108;01['  ]| kidney, genuinely anxious to$9$ understand and desirable of being
005:108;01['  ]| understood by, a Mr*Endon at his own degree of incipience for
005:109;01['  ]| example. But before the imperfect phrase had time to$9$ come the
005:109;01['  ]| question crumbled away in its own absurdity, the absurdity of
005:109;01['  ]| saddling such a person with the rationalist prurit, the sceptic rut
005:109;01['  ]| that places the objects of its curiosity on the level of Les Girls. It
005:109;01['  ]| was not under that the rare birds of Murphy's feather desired to$9$
005:109;01['  ]| stand, but by, by themselves with the best of their attention and
005:109;01['  ]| by the others of their species with any that might be$1$ left over. It
005:109;01['  ]| was not in order to$9$ obtain <an> a obscene view of the surface that in
005:109;01['  ]| days gone by the Great Auk dived under the ice, the Great Auk
005:109;01['  ]| now no longer seen above it.
005:109;01[A  ]| 'I do not know exactly what you want,' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Murphy, 
005:109;01[A  ]| 'but I can
005:109;01[A  ]| tell you there is nothing I can do$1$ for you that would not be$1$ done
005:109;01[A  ]| better by anyone else. So why stay?'
005:109;01[J  ]| 'Do you know what it is?' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny, 
005:109;01[J  ]| 'no offence meant,
005:109;01[J  ]| you had a great look of Clarke there a minute ago.'
005:109;01['  ]| Clarke had been for three weeks in a catatonic stupor.
005:109;01[J  ]| 'All but the cackle,' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:109;01['  ]| Clarke would repeat for hours the phrase: 
005:109;01[W7 ]| 'Mr*Endon is very
005:109;01[W7 ]| superior.'
005:109;01['  ]| The gratified look that Murphy disdained to$9$ hide so alarmed
005:109;01['  ]| Ticklepenny that he abandoned his purpose and rose to$9$ go, just as
005:109;01['  ]| Murphy would not have$1$ objected to$4$ his staying a little longer. He
005:109;01['  ]| lowered himself over the threshold, he stood on his steps with
005:109;01['  ]| only his head appearing. He said:
005:109;01[J  ]| 'You want to$9$ watch yourself.'
005:109;01[A  ]| 'In what way?' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:109;01[J  ]| 'You want to$9$ mind your health,' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny.
005:109;01[A  ]| 'In what way did I remind you of Clarke?' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Murphy.
005:109;01[J  ]| 'You want to$9$ take a pull on yourself,' 
005:109;01['  ]| said Ticklepenny. 
005:109;01[J  ]| 'Good
005:109;01[J  ]| night.'
005:109;01['  ]| And in effect Murphy's night was good, perhaps the best since
005:109;01['  ]| nights began so long ago to$9$ be$1$ bad, the reason being not so much
005:109;01['  ]| that he had his chair again as that the self whom he loved had the
005:109;01['  ]| aspect, even to$4$ Ticklepenny's inexpert eye, of a real alienation. Or
005:109;01['  ]| to$9$ put it perhaps more nicely: conferred that aspect on the self
005:109;01['  ]| whom he hated.
005:110;00[U  ]| <Ten>
005:110;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan and Wylie were not living together!
005:110;01['  ]| The decaying Haydn, invited to$9$ give his opinion of cohabitation,
005:110;01['  ]| replied: 
005:110;01[W8 ]| 'Parallel thirds.' 
005:110;01['  ]| But the partition of Miss*Counihan and
005:110;01['  ]| Wylie had more concrete grounds.
005:110;01['  ]| To$9$ begin with Miss*Counihan, to$9$ begin with she was eager to$9$ get
005:110;01['  ]| into the correct grass Dido cramp in plenty of time. She did not
005:110;01['  ]| want to$9$ leave it to$4$ the last moment, until they were actually haling
005:110;01['  ]| Murphy before her$6$, and then have to$9$ scour London for a pyre that
005:110;01['  ]| was clean, comfortable, central and not exorbitant. So she found
005:110;01['  ]| without delay, and imparted in block capitals to$4$ Wylie, <an> a address
005:110;01['  ]| in Gower Street where she was on no account to$9$ be$1$ disturbed. It
005:110;01['  ]| was almost opposite the offices of the \Spectator\, but she did not
005:110;01['  ]| discover this until it was too late. Here she cowered, as happy as the
005:110;01['  ]| night was short, in the midst of Indians, Egyptians, Cyprians,
005:110;01['  ]| Japanese, Chinese, Siamese and clergymen. Little by little she
005:110;01['  ]| sucked up to$4$ a Hindu polyhistor of dubious caste. He had been
005:110;01['  ]| writing for many years, still was and trusted he would be$1$ granted
005:110;01['  ]| Prana to$9$ finish, a monograph provisionally entitled: \The Pathetic\
005:110;01['  ]| \Fallacy from Avercamp to$4$ Kampendonck.\ But already he began to$9$
005:110;01['  ]| complain of those sensations that some weeks later, just as he
005:110;01['  ]| stumbled on the Norwich School for the first time, were to$9$ drive
005:110;01['  ]| him to$4$ the gas-oven. 
005:110;01[W9 ]| 'My fut,' 
005:110;01['  ]| he had said to$4$ Miss*Counihan, 
005:110;01[W9 ]| ''ave
005:110;01[W9 ]| gut smaller than the end of the needle.' 
005:110;01['  ]| And again: 
005:110;01[W9 ]| 'I want to$9$ be$1$
005:110;01[W9 ]| up in the air.
005:111;01['  ]| Then Miss*Counihan had to$9$ be$1$ free to$9$ twist Wylie and this was
005:111;01['  ]| perhaps her$2$ best reason for keeping him at a distance. She bribed
005:111;01['  ]| and browbeat Cooper into reporting to$4$ her$6$ at the end of every day
005:111;01['  ]| before he did so to$4$ Wylie; and directed by Cooper she went to$4$
005:111;01['  ]| Neary behind Wylie's back and made a clean breast of the whole
005:111;01['  ]| situation.
005:111;01['  ]| Wylie protested bitterly against this cruel treatment, which
005:111;01['  ]| suited him down to$4$ the muck. For Miss*Counihan was not one of
005:111;01['  ]| those delights peculiar to$4$ London, with which he proposed to$9$ indulge 
005:111;01['  ]| himself up to$4$ the hilt and the utmost limit of her$2$ liberality.
005:111;01['  ]| It was only in Dublin, where the profession had gone to$4$ the dogs,
005:111;01['  ]| that Miss*Counihan could stand out as the object of desire of a
005:111;01['  ]| man of taste. If Neary had not been cured of her$6$ by London, he was
005:111;01['  ]| less than a man, or more than a saint. Turf is compulsory in the
005:111;01['  ]| Saorstat, but one need not bring a private supply to$4$ Newcastle.
005:111;01['  ]| His other reason for satisfaction with the turn events had taken,
005:111;01['  ]| or been so kindly given by Miss*Counihan, was of course the same
005:111;01['  ]| as hers, namely, that he could now doublecross her$6$ in perfect comfort 
005:111;01['  ]| and security. He browbeat Cooper (but did not bribe him) into
005:111;01['  ]| reporting to$4$ him at the end of every day before he did so to$4$ 
005:111;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan; and directed by Cooper he went to$4$ Neary behind 
005:111;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan's back and made a clean breast of the whole situation
005:111;01['  ]| that was the complement of hers.
005:111;01['  ]| Such were the chief grounds for the partition, which was not
005:111;01['  ]| however so inflexible that they could not contrive, now and then
005:111;01['  ]| after supper, to$9$ meet on neutral ground and compare notes and
005:111;01['  ]| ruts.
005:111;01['  ]| Cooper experienced none of the famous difficulty in serving two
005:111;01['  ]| employers. He neither clave nor despised. A lesser man would have$1$
005:111;01['  ]| sided with one or the other, a bigger blackmailed both. But Cooper
005:111;01['  ]| was the perfect size for the servant so long as he kept off the bottle
005:111;01['  ]| and he moved incorruptible between his corruptors with the beautiful 
005:111;01['  ]| indifference of a shuttle, without infamy and without praise. To$4$
005:111;01['  ]| each he made a full and frank report, ignoring the emendations of
005:111;01['  ]| the other; and made it first to$4$ whichever of the two was more convenient 
005:111;01['  ]| to$4$ the point at which dusk surprised him.
005:111;01['  ]| He did not try to$9$ reinstate himself with Neary, feeling it might
005:111;01['  ]| be$1$ wiser to$9$ wait till Neary sent for him. He also felt a shade less
005:111;01['  ]| wretched as the coadjutor of a pair of twisters, who not only knew
005:112;01['  ]| next to$4$ nothing about him but seemed in a fair way to$4$ being as
005:112;01['  ]| crapulous as himself, than as the catspaw of a hardened toff, who
005:112;01['  ]| knew all, including much that he himself had contrived to$9$ forget.
005:112;01['  ]| Did it perhaps mark the beginning, this slight loss of misery, of that
005:112;01['  ]| fuller life that Wylie had dangled before him in Dublin? 
005:112;01[F  ]| 'In a short
005:112;01[F  ]| time you will be$1$ sitting down and taking off your hat and doing all
005:112;01[F  ]| the things that are impossible at present ~~.' 
005:112;01['  ]| Cooper thought it
005:112;01['  ]| unlikely.
005:112;01['  ]| The relief to$4$ Neary was so great that he relaxed and went to$4$ bed,
005:112;01['  ]| vowing not to$9$ get up till news of Murphy should be$1$ brought to$4$ him.
005:112;01['  ]| He wrote to$4$ Miss*Counihan:
005:112;01[B  ]| 'I can never forget your loyalty. One person at least I can trust.
005:112;01[B  ]| Keep Judas Wylie on your hands. Tell Cooper he serves me in
005:112;01[B  ]| serving you. Come when you have news of Murphy, not before. It
005:112;01[B  ]| is too painful. Then you shall not find me ungrateful.'
005:112;01['  ]| And to$4$ Wylie:
005:112;01[B  ]| 'I can never forget your loyalty. You at least will not betray me.
005:112;01[B  ]| Tell Cooper your favour is mine. Keep Jezebel*Counihan on your
005:112;01[B  ]| hands. Come again when Murphy is found, not before. It is too
005:112;01[B  ]| trying. Then you shall find me not ungrateful.'
005:112;01['  ]| Neary was indeed cured of Miss*Counihan, as completely and
005:112;01['  ]| finally as though she had bowed, in the manner of Miss*Dwyer, to$4$
005:112;01['  ]| his wishes; but by means very different from those to$4$ which Wylie
005:112;01['  ]| had responded so splendidly. In Wylie's case, properly speaking,
005:112;01['  ]| it was less a matter of cure than of convalescence. For Miss*Counihan 
005:112;01['  ]| had already been bowing, or rather nodding, to$4$ his wishes, or
005:112;01['  ]| rather whims, for long enough to$9$ make further homeopathy 
005:112;01['  ]| unnecessary.
005:112;01['  ]| It is curious how Wylie's words remained fixed in the minds of
005:112;01['  ]| those to$4$ whom they had once been addressed. It must have$1$ been
005:112;01['  ]| the tone of voice. Cooper, whose memory for such things was really
005:112;01['  ]| very poor, had recovered, word for word, the merest of mere
005:112;01['  ]| phrases. And now Neary lay on his bed, repeating: 
005:112;01[B  ]| 'The syndrome
005:112;01[B  ]| known as life is too diffuse to$9$ admit of palliation. For every symptom 
005:112;01[B  ]| that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's
005:112;01[B  ]| daughter is a closed system. Her$2$ quantum of wantum can not vary.'
005:112;01['  ]| He thought of his latest \voltefesses,\ at once so pleasant and so
005:112;01['  ]| painful. Pleasant, in that Miss*Counihan had been eased; painful,
005:112;01['  ]| in that Murphy had been made worse; \fesses,\ as being the part best
005:113;01['  ]| qualified by nature not only to$9$ be$1$ kicked but also to$9$ mock the
005:113;01['  ]| kicker, a paradox strikingly illustrated by Socrates, when he turned
005:113;01['  ]| up the tail of his abolla at the trees.
005:113;01['  ]| Was his need any less for the sudden transformation of Murphy
005:113;01['  ]| from the key that would open Miss*Counihan to$4$ the one and only
005:113;01['  ]| earthly hope of friendship and all that friendship carried with it?
005:113;01['  ]| (Neary's conception of friendship was very curious. He expected it
005:113;01['  ]| to$9$ last. He never said, when speaking of <an> a enemy: 
005:113;01[B  ]| 'He used to$9$ be$1$ a
005:113;01[B  ]| friend of mine', 
005:113;01['  ]| but always, with affected precision: 
005:113;01[B  ]| 'I used to$9$ think
005:113;01[B  ]| he was a friend of mine.') 
005:113;01['  ]| Was his need any less? It felt greater, but
005:113;01['  ]| might well be$1$ the same. 
005:113;01[B  ]| 'The advantage of this view is, that while
005:113;01[B  ]| one may not look forward to$4$ things getting any better, at least one
005:113;01[B  ]| need not fear their getting any worse. They will always be$1$ the same
005:113;01[B  ]| as they always were.'
005:113;01['  ]| He writhed on his back in the bed, yearning for Murphy as
005:113;01['  ]| though he had never yearned for anything or anyone before. He
005:113;01['  ]| turned over and buried his face in the pillow, folding up its wings
005:113;01['  ]| till they met at the back of his neck, and could not but remark how
005:113;01['  ]| pleasant it was to$9$ feel for a change the weight of his bottom on his
005:113;01['  ]| belly after so many hours of the converse distribution. But keeping
005:113;01['  ]| his head resolutely buried and enveloped he groaned: 
005:113;01[B  ]| \'8Le 8pou 8est\
005:113;01[B  ]| \8mort. 8Vive 8le 8pou!'\ 
005:113;01['  ]| And a little later, being by then almost stifled:
005:113;01[B  ]| 'Is there no flea that found at last dies without issue? No 
005:113;01[B  ]| key-flea?'
005:113;01['  ]| It was from just this consideration that Murphy, while still less
005:113;01['  ]| than a child, had set out to$9$ capture himself, not with anger but with
005:113;01['  ]| love. This was a stroke of genius that Neary, a Newtonian, could
005:113;01['  ]| never have$1$ dealt himself nor suffered another to$9$ deal him. There
005:113;01['  ]| seems really very little hope for Neary, he seems doomed to$4$ hope
005:113;01['  ]| unending. He has something of Hugo. The fire will not depart from
005:113;01['  ]| his eye, nor the water from his mouth, as he scratches himself out of
005:113;01['  ]| one itch into the next, until he shed his mortal mange, supposing
005:113;01['  ]| that to$9$ be$1$ permitted.
005:113;01['  ]| Murphy then is actually being needed by five people outside himself. 
005:113;01['  ]| By Celia, because she loves him. By Neary, because he thinks
005:113;01['  ]| of him as the Friend at last. By Miss*Counihan, because she wants
005:113;01['  ]| a surgeon. By Cooper, because he is being employed to$4$ that end.
005:113;01['  ]| By Wylie, because he is reconciled to$4$ doing Miss*Counihan the
005:113;01['  ]| honour, in the not too distant future, of becoming her$2$ husband. Not
005:114;01['  ]| only did she stand out in Dublin and in Cork as quite exceptionally
005:114;01['  ]| anthropoid, but she had private means.
005:114;01['  ]| Note that of all these reasons love alone did not splutter towards
005:114;01['  ]| its end. Not because it was Love, but because there were no means
005:114;01['  ]| at its disposal. When its end had been Murphy transfigured and
005:114;01['  ]| transformed, happily caught up in some salaried routine, means
005:114;01['  ]| had not been lacking. Now that its end was Murphy at any price, in
005:114;01['  ]| whatsoever shape or form, so long as he was lovable, die, present in
005:114;01['  ]| person, means were lacking, as Murphy had warned her$6$ they would
005:114;01['  ]| be$1$. Women are really extraordinary, the way they want to$9$ give their
005:114;01['  ]| cake to$4$ the cat and have$1$ it. They never quite kill the thing they
005:114;01['  ]| think they love, lest their instinct for artificial respiration should go
005:114;01['  ]| abegging.
005:114;01['  ]| As Glower Street was more convenient to$4$ Brewery Road than was
005:114;01['  ]| Earl's Court, where Wylie had found a sitting-bedroom, it was to$4$
005:114;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan that Cooper first hastened with the news that
005:114;01['  ]| Murphy's woman had been run to$4$ earth at last, and the astute comment 
005:114;01['  ]| that where a man's woman was, there it was only a question
005:114;01['  ]| of time before that man would be$1$ also.
005:114;01[E  ]| 'Who says she is his woman?' 
005:114;01['  ]| hissed Miss*Counihan. 
005:114;01[E  ]| 'Describe
005:114;01[E  ]| the bitch.'
005:114;01['  ]| Cooper with sure instinct took refuge in the dusk, the suspense,
005:114;01['  ]| the distance he had had to$9$ keep, the posterior aspect (surely a very
005:114;01['  ]| thin excuse), and so on. For of the infinite criticisms of Murphy's
005:114;01['  ]| woman that could have$1$ been devised, from loathing to$4$ enthusiasm,
005:114;01['  ]| there was not one but must have$1$ caused Miss*Counihan pain. Because 
005:114;01['  ]| either a drab had been preferred to$4$ her$6$, or else a woman more
005:114;01['  ]| exquisite than herself existed, either of which was a proposition too
005:114;01['  ]| painful to$9$ be$1$ borne in the mouth of a man, even though that man
005:114;01['  ]| were only Cooper.
005:114;01[E  ]| 'Not a word to$4$ a soul,' 
005:114;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:114;01[E  ]| 'What number again
005:114;01[E  ]| in Brewery Road did you say$1$? Remember it has been just another
005:114;01[E  ]| blank day. Here is a florin I believe.'
005:114;01['  ]| She unpinned and unbuttoned herself as she spoke. Clearly she
005:114;01['  ]| was in a great hurry to$9$ get off her$2$ things. She never reflected, to$9$ give
005:114;01['  ]| her$6$ her$2$ due, that Cooper for all his shortcomings was a man like
005:114;01['  ]| other men, with passions just like theirs, namely made to$9$ fit hers.
005:114;01[E  ]| 'And tomorrow,' 
005:114;01['  ]| she said, stepping out of her$2$ step-ins, 
005:114;01[E  ]| 'you set
005:115;01[E  ]| off in the morning as usual, but not to$9$ look for Murphy ~~ here,
005:115;01[E  ]| damn it, I will make it half a crown ~~ but to$9$ look for Mrs*Neary.
005:115;01[E  ]| Mrs*Neary,' 
005:115;01['  ]| she repeated <an> a octave higher, 
005:115;01[E  ]| 'Ariadne bloody Neary,
005:115;01[E  ]| misbegotten Cox, more pippin than orange no doubt, though personally,' 
005:115;01['  ]| with a sigh and milder voice snapping open her$2$ corset, 
005:115;01[E  ]| 'I
005:115;01[E  ]| have nothing against the poor wretch, unless you hear to$4$ the 
005:115;01[E  ]| contrary.'
005:115;01['  ]| The interview with Wylie was less trying to$4$ Cooper, and less
005:115;01['  ]| lucrative, for Wylie was at the end of his resources, until he should
005:115;01['  ]| see Miss*Counihan again.
005:115;01['  ]| Wylie's mind belonged to$4$ the same great group as 
005:115;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan's.
005:115;01[F  ]| 'Drop Murphy,' 
005:115;01['  ]| he said, 
005:115;01[F  ]| 'forget him and get after the Cox.'
005:115;01['  ]| Cooper waited for the rest, but Wylie put on his hat and coat,
005:115;01['  ]| said, 
005:115;01[F  ]| 'After you, Cooper', 
005:115;01['  ]| then not another word till in the street,
005:115;01[F  ]| 'How do you go now, Cooper?'
005:115;01['  ]| Cooper had not given this a thought. He indicated a direction at a
005:115;01['  ]| venture.
005:115;01[F  ]| 'Then I will be$1$ saying good night, Cooper,' 
005:115;01['  ]| said Wylie. But after a
005:115;01['  ]| few paces he pulled up with the air of one who suddenly remembers,
005:115;01['  ]| stood stock still for a second and then turned back to$4$ where Cooper,
005:115;01['  ]| neither impatient nor amused, was waiting.
005:115;01[F  ]| 'I nearly forgot to$9$ say$1$,' 
005:115;01['  ]| he said, 
005:115;01[F  ]| 'that when you see Miss*Counihan
005:115;01[F  ]| ~~ you will be$1$ seeing her$6$ now, will not you, Cooper?'
005:115;01['  ]| The skill is really extraordinary with which analphabetes, especially 
005:115;01['  ]| those of Irish education, circumvent their dread of verbal
005:115;01['  ]| commitments. Now Cooper's face, though it did not seem to$9$ move
005:115;01['  ]| a muscle, brought together and threw off in a single grimace the
005:115;01['  ]| finest shades of irresolution, revulsion, doglike devotion, catlike
005:115;01['  ]| discretion, fatigue, hunger, thirst and reserves of strength, in a
005:115;01['  ]| very small fraction of the time that the finest oratory would require
005:115;01['  ]| for a greatly inferior evasion, and without exposing its proprietor to$4$
005:115;01['  ]| misquotation.
005:115;01[F  ]| 'Do not I know,' 
005:115;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:115;01[F  ]| 'But just in case you should, remember
005:115;01[F  ]| there is nothing new, not a thing to$9$ report. You know what women
005:115;01[F  ]| are when it comes to$4$ women.'
005:115;01['  ]| If Cooper did not possess this knowledge it was not for lack of <an> a
005:115;01['  ]| occasion, a melancholy occasion, of which perhaps the most regrettable 
005:115;01['  ]| result was this, that of the only two good angels he had ever
005:116;01['  ]| been able to$9$ care for, simultaneously as ill luck would have$1$ it, the
005:116;01['  ]| one, a Miss*A, then a brunette, was now in her$2$ seventeenth year of
005:116;01['  ]| His Majesty's pleasure, while the other, a Miss*B, also formerly a
005:116;01['  ]| brunette, had not yet succumbed to$4$ her$2$ injuries. Yet properly speaking 
005:116;01['  ]| the knowledge was not his, it was not present to$4$ him as <an> a
005:116;01['  ]| everyday precaution as it was to$4$ Wylie, and to$4$ Neary, and indeed to$4$
005:116;01['  ]| most men, though they gain it at far less cost, and even in some
005:116;01['  ]| cases \7a 7priori\. For the bitter blow was one of those referred to$5$
005:116;01['  ]| above, forgotten almost entirely at great pains by Cooper and at
005:116;01['  ]| scarcely less pains almost in its entirety reconstructed by Neary.
005:116;01['  ]| What the former could still recall, because it did not pain him, and
005:116;01['  ]| the latter had never known, because it did not interest him, was the
005:116;01['  ]| merest scene of tenderness or two, with Miss*A before he met 
005:116;01['  ]| Miss*B, and again with Miss*B before she met Miss*A.
005:116;01[F  ]| 'I say you know what women are,' 
005:116;01['  ]| said Wylie impatiently, 
005:116;01[F  ]| 'or
005:116;01[F  ]| has your entire life been spent in Cork?'
005:116;01['  ]| Cooper's head toppled forward and his hands, small, white,
005:116;01['  ]| numb, sodden, hairless, but actually quite dexterous, toiled up a
005:116;01['  ]| little through the dark. He said:
005:116;01[G  ]| 'That will be$1$ all right.'
005:116;01[F  ]| 'Or is there perhaps some fair charmer,' 
005:116;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:116;01[F  ]| 'that blinds
005:116;01[F  ]| you to$4$ her$2$ sex? Some young person? Come now, Cooper.'
005:116;01['  ]| Cooper dropped his hands, forced his head round to$9$ look at
005:116;01['  ]| Wylie and said, in much the same dead tone:
005:116;01[G  ]| 'That will be$1$ all right.'
005:116;01['  ]| Night had scarcely fallen and yet already Neary, his pyjamas torn
005:116;01['  ]| from his body and flung on the floor, was tossing under a sheet,
005:116;01['  ]| wondering would morning never come, when Miss*Counihan was
005:116;01['  ]| announced. Seeing that he was not disposed to$9$ get up and make
005:116;01['  ]| much of her$6$, she seated herself with a desinvolture she was far
005:116;01['  ]| from feeling on the end of the bed, as though it were a bank of blue-bells 
005:116;01['  ]| somewhere in the country. Under the sheet his icy feet were
005:116;01['  ]| crossed and crispated like talons on a hot-water bag. For it tickled
005:116;01['  ]| his smattering of Greek urns, where Sleep was figured with crossed
005:116;01['  ]| feet, and frequently also Sleep's young brother, to$9$ cross his whenever 
005:116;01['  ]| he felt wakeful. Also he had some vague theory about his terminals 
005:116;01['  ]| being thereby connected, and his life force prevented from
005:116;01['  ]| escaping. But now with sleep out of the question, and Miss*Counihan's 
005:117;01['  ]| hot buttered buttocks so close, he uncrossed his feet and
005:117;01['  ]| kicked the bag out of the bed, on the wall side. It burst on the floor
005:117;01['  ]| without a sound, so that water is oozing towards the centre of the
005:117;01['  ]| floor throughout the scene that follows.
005:117;01['  ]| In a somewhat similar way Celia had sat on Mr*Kelly's bed, and
005:117;01['  ]| on Murphy's, though Mr*Kelly had had his shirt on.
005:117;01['  ]| They had not been closeted together very long and Miss*Counihan, 
005:117;01['  ]| choking with mortification, had not yet succeeded in persuading 
005:117;01['  ]| Neary that who found Celia found Murphy also, when Wylie
005:117;01['  ]| was announced. Miss*Counihan shot off the bed and cast round
005:117;01['  ]| wildly for a way of escape or a place of concealment.
005:117;01[B  ]| 'Curtains collect the dirt so,' 
005:117;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:117;01[B  ]| 'that I never have them.
005:117;01[B  ]| I fear you would not pass through the door of my cupboard, not
005:117;01[B  ]| even sideways, not even frontways rather. There is no balcony. I
005:117;01[B  ]| hesitate to$9$ suggest under the bed.'
005:117;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan flew to$4$ the door, locked it and took out the key,
005:117;01['  ]| even as Wylie knocked.
005:117;01[B  ]| 'I am sorry there is no staple to$9$ put your arm through,' 
005:117;01['  ]| said
005:117;01['  ]| Neary.
005:117;01['  ]| Wylie tore at the handle, calling, 
005:117;01[F  ]| 'It is I, it is Needle.' 
005:117;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan 
005:117;01['  ]| threw herself on Neary's mercy, not by word of mouth obviously, 
005:117;01['  ]| but with bended knee, panting bosom, clasped hands,
005:117;01['  ]| passion-dimmed belladonna, etc.
005:117;01[B  ]| 'Come in,' 
005:117;01['  ]| cried Neary. 
005:117;01[B  ]| 'Miss*Counihan has locked you out.'
005:117;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan rose from the floor.
005:117;01[B  ]| 'If your tart will not let you in,' 
005:117;01['  ]| cried Neary, 
005:117;01[B  ]| 'stay where you are,
005:117;01[B  ]| I have rung for the chamber pot.'
005:117;01['  ]| But Miss*Counihan did not know when she was beaten, or, if she
005:117;01['  ]| did, her$2$ way of showing it was unusual. For it did not require a
005:117;01['  ]| woman of her$2$ resource and experience to$9$ go off into peals of mischievous 
005:117;01['  ]| laughter, fling open the door and pass the whole thing off
005:117;01['  ]| as a joke. Instead she sat down quietly in a chair and waited for the
005:117;01['  ]| chambermaid to$9$ come and let Wylie in. She must have$1$ preferred,
005:117;01['  ]| all things rapidly considered, the few moments thus snatched from
005:117;01['  ]| the showdown, in which to$9$ revise her$2$ strategy, to$4$ a cut-and-dried
005:117;01['  ]| tactic affording only temporary relief. No, Miss*Counihan did not
005:117;01['  ]| know when she was beaten.
005:117;01['  ]| There was now the usual calm after storm, Neary sitting up in the
005:117;01['  ]| bed and feasting his eyes on Miss*Counihan, Miss*Counihan absorbed 
005:118;01['  ]| in her$2$ problem tapping her$2$ teeth thoughtfully with the key,
005:118;01['  ]| Wylie on the other side of the door exactly half inclined to$9$ tiptoe
005:118;01['  ]| away, the chambermaid far away in her$2$ dark cavern waiting for the
005:118;01['  ]| bell to$9$ ring a second time. When it did, proving with a single peal
005:118;01['  ]| that the summons was seriously intended and that her$2$ hearing had
005:118;01['  ]| not deceived her$6$, she set off without rancour and in a short time
005:118;01['  ]| was knocking at the door.
005:118;01[B  ]| 'The gentleman is locked out,' 
005:118;01['  ]| called Neary. 
005:118;01[B  ]| 'Let him in.'
005:118;01['  ]| Wylie strode in much too boldly and Miss*Counihan rose.
005:118;01[B  ]| 'Good girl,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:118;01[B  ]| 'Now lock the door behind the gentleman.'
005:118;01['  ]| Wylie and Miss*Counihan met face to$4$ face, a trying experience for
005:118;01['  ]| them both.
005:118;01[E  ]| 'You cur,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, getting her$2$ blow in first.
005:118;01[F  ]| 'You bitch,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:118;01['  ]| They belonged to$4$ the same great group.
005:118;01[F  ]| 'You take the tone out of my mouth,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:118;01[F  ]| 'if not the terms.'
005:118;01[E  ]| 'You cur,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, making a bid for the last word.
005:118;01[B  ]| 'Before you go any further ~~' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:118;01['  ]| The first round was Miss*Counihan's and her$2$ forces were still
005:118;01['  ]| intact. She sat down and Wylie moved over to$4$ the bed. He was
005:118;01['  ]| equipped by nature to$9$ feel a situation, and adjust himself to$4$ it, more
005:118;01['  ]| rapidly than Miss*Counihan, but she had the advantage of a short
005:118;01['  ]| start.
005:118;01[B  ]| 'This lock-out,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:118;01[B  ]| 'do not misunderstand it whatever you
005:118;01[B  ]| do.'
005:118;01[F  ]| 'I think more highly of you than that,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:118;01[B  ]| 'I thank you,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary, like a London bus or tram conductor
005:118;01['  ]| tendered the exact fare.
005:118;01['  ]| It struck Miss*Counihan with sudden force that here were two
005:118;01['  ]| men, against whom she could never prevail, even were her$2$ cause a
005:118;01['  ]| just one.
005:118;01[B  ]| 'And no doubt your great piece of news is the same as your
005:118;01[B  ]| doxy's,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:118;01[B  ]| 'that Cooper has picked up a woman with whom
005:118;01[B  ]| a glimpse of Murphy was once caught.'
005:118;01[F  ]| 'She was not exactly seen with him,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:118;01[F  ]| 'only entering
005:118;01[F  ]| the house where he was known to$9$ be$1$ at that time.'
005:118;01[B  ]| 'And you call this finding Murphy,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:118;01[F  ]| 'Cooper feels it in his bones,' 
005:118;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:118;01[F  ]| 'and so do I, that this
005:118;01[F  ]| beautiful woman will lead us to$4$ him.'
005:119;01[B  ]| 'Uric acid,' 
005:119;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:119;01[F  ]| 'But if Miss*Counihan believes,' 
005:119;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:119;01[F  ]| 'who are we to$9$
005:119;01[F  ]| doubt?'
005:119;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan bit her$2$ lip that she had not thought of this argument, 
005:119;01['  ]| which opened and closed Neary's mouth a number of times.
005:119;01['  ]| He found it forcible ~~ and he craved to$9$ get up.
005:119;01[B  ]| 'If you, Wylie,' 
005:119;01['  ]| he said, 
005:119;01[B  ]| 'will pass me up my pyjamas, and you,
005:119;01[B  ]| Miss*Counihan, take notice that I shall emerge from under this
005:119;01[B  ]| sheet incomparably more naked than the day I was born, I shall
005:119;01[B  ]| break my bed.' 
005:119;01['  ]| Wylie passed up the pyjamas and Miss*Counihan
005:119;01['  ]| covered her$2$ eyes. 
005:119;01[B  ]| 'Do not be$1$ alarmed, Wylie,' 
005:119;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:119;01[B  ]| 'the vast
005:119;01[B  ]| majority are bedsores.' 
005:119;01['  ]| He sat on the edge of the bed in his pyjamas.
005:119;01[B  ]| 'It is no use my trying to$9$ stand,' 
005:119;01['  ]| he said, 
005:119;01[B  ]| 'nothing is more exhausting
005:119;01[B  ]| than a long rest in bed, so now, Miss*Counihan, when you like.'
005:119;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan stole a look and was so far moved from her$2$
005:119;01['  ]| grievances as to$9$ say$1$:
005:119;01[E  ]| 'Surely we could make you a little more comfortable?'
005:119;01['  ]| Here the keyword was we, a little finger of reconciliation extended 
005:119;01['  ]| to$4$ Wylie. Without it the phrase was merely polite, or, at the
005:119;01['  ]| best, kind. It did not escape Wylie, who looked most willing to$9$ be$1$
005:119;01['  ]| helpful all over.
005:119;01['  ]| From the moment that Neary, breaking his bed, admitted that
005:119;01['  ]| Murphy was found, from the moment namely that on this one point
005:119;01['  ]| at least they were agreed not to$9$ differ, a notable change for the
005:119;01['  ]| better had come over the atmosphere, now one almost of reciprocal
005:119;01['  ]| tolerance.
005:119;01[B  ]| 'Nothing can surprise me any more,' 
005:119;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:119;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan and Wylie sprang forward, worked Neary on to$4$
005:119;01['  ]| his feet, supported him to$4$ a chair in the window, lowered him into
005:119;01['  ]| it.
005:119;01[B  ]| 'The whisky is under the bed,' 
005:119;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:119;01['  ]| It was at this moment that they all saw simultaneously for the
005:119;01['  ]| first time, and with common good breeding refrained from remarking, 
005:119;01['  ]| the slender meanders of water on the floor. Miss*Counihan however 
005:119;01['  ]| would not have$1$ any whisky. Wylie raised his glass and said: 
005:119;01[F  ]| 'To$4$
005:119;01[F  ]| the absentee', 
005:119;01['  ]| a tactful description of Murphy under the circumstances. 
005:119;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan honoured this toast with a strong intake of
005:119;01['  ]| breath.
005:119;01[B  ]| 'Sit down, the two of you, there before me,' 
005:119;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:119;01[B  ]| 'and do
005:120;01[B  ]| not despair. Remember there is no triangle, however obtuse, but the
005:120;01[B  ]| circumference of some circle passes through its wretched vertices.
005:120;01[B  ]| Remember also one thief was saved.'
005:120;01[F  ]| 'Our medians,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:120;01[F  ]| 'or whatever the hell they are, meet in
005:120;01[F  ]| Murphy.'
005:120;01[B  ]| 'Outside us,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:120;01[B  ]| 'Outside us.'
005:120;01[E  ]| 'In the outer light,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:120;01['  ]| Now it was Wylie's turn, but he could find nothing. No sooner
005:120;01['  ]| did he realize this, that he would not find anything in time to$9$ do$1$
005:120;01['  ]| himself credit, than he began to$9$ look as though he were not looking
005:120;01['  ]| for anything, nay, as though he were waiting for it to$9$ be$1$ his turn.
005:120;01['  ]| Finally Neary said without pity:
005:120;01[B  ]| 'You to$9$ play, Needle.'
005:120;01[F  ]| 'And do the lady out of the last word!' 
005:120;01['  ]| cried Wylie. 
005:120;01[F  ]| 'And put the
005:120;01[F  ]| lady to$4$ the trouble of finding another! Reary, Neally! '
005:120;01[E  ]| 'No trouble,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:120;01['  ]| Now it was anybody's turn.
005:120;01[B  ]| 'Very well,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:120;01[B  ]| 'What I was really coming to$4$, what I
005:120;01[B  ]| wanted to$9$ suggest, is this. Let our conversation now be$1$ without precedent 
005:120;01[B  ]| in fact or literature, each one speaking to$4$ the best of his
005:120;01[B  ]| ability the truth to$4$ the best of his knowledge. That is what I meant
005:120;01[B  ]| when I said you took the tone, if not the terms, out of my mouth.
005:120;01[B  ]| It is high time we three parted.'
005:120;01[F  ]| 'But the tone was bitter, I believe,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:120;01[F  ]| 'That certainly
005:120;01[F  ]| was my impression.'
005:120;01[B  ]| 'I was not thinking of the tone of voice,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:120;01[B  ]| 'so much as
005:120;01[B  ]| of the tone of mind, the spirit's approach. But continue, Wylie, by
005:120;01[B  ]| all means. Might not the truth be$1$ snarled?'
005:120;01[F  ]| 'Coleridge-Taylor played with feeling?' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:120;01[E  ]| 'A perfume thrown on the horehound?' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:120;01[F  ]| 'The guillotine sterilized?' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:120;01[E  ]| 'Floodlit the midnight sun?' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:120;01[B  ]| 'We look on the dark side,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:120;01[B  ]| 'It is undeniably less
005:120;01[B  ]| trying to$4$ the eyes.'
005:120;01[F  ]| 'What you suggest is abominable,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:120;01[F  ]| '<an> a insult to$4$ human
005:120;01[F  ]| nature.'
005:120;01[B  ]| 'Not at all,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:120;01[B  ]| 'Listen to$4$ this.'
005:120;01[E  ]| 'I must be$1$ off,' 
005:120;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:120;01['  ]| Neary began to$9$ speak, or, as it rather sounded, be$1$ spoken
005:121;01['  ]| through. For the voice was flat, the eyes closed and the body bowed
005:121;01['  ]| and rigid, as though he were kneeling before a priest instead of
005:121;01['  ]| sitting before two sinners. Altogether he had a great look of Luke's
005:121;01['  ]| portrait of Matthew, with the angel perched like a parrot on his
005:121;01['  ]| shoulder.
005:121;01[B  ]| 'Almost madly in love with Miss*Counihan some short weeks ago,
005:121;01[B  ]| now I do not even dislike her$2$. Betrayed by Wylie in my trust and
005:121;01[B  ]| friendship, I do not even bother to$9$ forgive him. The missing Murphy
005:121;01[B  ]| from being a means to$4$ a trivial satisfaction, the contingent, as he
005:121;01[B  ]| himself would say$1$, of a contingent, is become in himself <an> a end, the
005:121;01[B  ]| end, my end, unique and indispensable.'
005:121;01['  ]| The flow ceased. What truth has not its ballcock?
005:121;01[F  ]| 'The best of his knowledge,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:121;01[E  ]| 'To$4$ the best of his ability,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:121;01[E  ]| 'Fair is fair.'
005:121;01[F  ]| 'Shall I shoot now or will you?' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:121;01[E  ]| 'Do not wait for <an> a answer,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:121;01['  ]| Wylie rose to$4$ his feet, hooked the thumb of his left hand in the
005:121;01['  ]| armhole of his waistcoat, covered his praecordia with his right and
005:121;01['  ]| said:
005:121;01[B  ]| 'This Neary that does not love Miss*Counihan, nor need his
005:121;01[B  ]| Needle, any more, may he soon get over Murphy and find himself
005:121;01[B  ]| free, following his drift, to$9$ itch for <an> a ape, or a woman writer.'
005:121;01[E  ]| 'But this is Old Moore,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:121;01[E  ]| 'not the Weekly Irish
005:121;01[E  ]| Times.'
005:121;01[F  ]| 'My attitude,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:121;01[F  ]| 'being the auscultation, execution and
005:121;01[F  ]| adequation of the voices, or rather voice, of Reason and Philautia,
005:121;01[F  ]| does not change. I continue to$9$ regard this Neary as a bull Io, born
005:121;01[F  ]| to$9$ be$1$ stung, Nature's gift to$4$ necessitous pimps; Miss*Counihan as
005:121;01[F  ]| the only nubile amateur to$4$ my certain knowledge in the Twenty-six
005:121;01[F  ]| Counties who does not confuse her$2$ self with her$2$ body, and one of
005:121;01[F  ]| the few bodies, in the same bog equal to$4$ the distinction; Murphy as
005:121;01[F  ]| a vermin at all costs to$9$ be$1$ avoided ~~'
005:121;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan and Neary laughed profusely.
005:121;01[B  ]| 'He is so importunate,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:121;01[E  ]| 'So pushing,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:121;01[E  ]| 'so thrusting.'
005:121;01[F  ]| 'As <an> a abomination,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:121;01[F  ]| 'the creepy thing that creepeth
005:121;01[F  ]| of the Law. Yet I pursue him.'
005:121;01[B  ]| 'I pay you to$9$,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:121;01[E  ]| 'Or so you hope,' 
005:121;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:122;01[F  ]| 'Even so the beggar mutilates himself,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:122;01[F  ]| 'that he may
005:122;01[F  ]| live, and the beaver bites his off.'
005:122;01['  ]| He sat down, stood up again immediately, resumed his pose and
005:122;01['  ]| said:
005:122;01[F  ]| 'In a word I stand where I have always stood ~~'
005:122;01[B  ]| 'Since Heaven lay about you as a bedwetter,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:122;01[F  ]| 'And hope always to$9$ stand ~~'
005:122;01[E  ]| 'Until you drop,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:122;01[F  ]| 'Half on the make and half on pleasure bent.'
005:122;01['  ]| He sat down again and Miss*Counihan seized her$2$ opportunity,
005:122;01['  ]| at just such intensity, pitch, quality and speed as could conveniently
005:122;01['  ]| be$1$ worked up in the few words at her$2$ disposal.
005:122;01[E  ]| 'There is a mind and there is a body ~~'
005:122;01[B  ]| 'Shame! ' 
005:122;01['  ]| cried Neary. 
005:122;01[B  ]| 'Kick her$2$ arse! Throw her$6$ out! '
005:122;01[F  ]| 'On the one parched palm,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:122;01[F  ]| 'the swelling heart, the
005:122;01[F  ]| dwindling liver, the foaming spleen, two lungs with luck, with care
005:122;01[F  ]| two kidneys, and so on.'
005:122;01[B  ]| 'And so forth,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Neary, with a sigh.
005:122;01[F  ]| 'And on the other,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:122;01[F  ]| 'the little ego and the big id.'
005:122;01[B  ]| 'Infinite riches in a wc,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:122;01[E  ]| 'This ineffable counterpoint,' 
005:122;01['  ]| continued Miss*Counihan, 
005:122;01[E  ]| 'this
005:122;01[E  ]| mutual comment, this sole redeeming feature.' 
005:122;01['  ]| She stopped in
005:122;01['  ]| preference to$4$ being interrupted.
005:122;01[F  ]| 'She quite forgets how it goes on,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:122;01[F  ]| 'she will have$1$ to$9$ go
005:122;01[F  ]| right back to$4$ the beginning, like Darwin's caterpillar.'
005:122;01[B  ]| 'Perhaps Murphy did not take her$6$ any further,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:122;01[E  ]| 'Everywhere I find defiled,' 
005:122;01['  ]| continued Miss*Counihan, 
005:122;01[E  ]| 'in the crass
005:122;01[E  ]| and unharmonious unison, the mind at the cart-tail of the body, the
005:122;01[E  ]| body at the chariot-wheels of the mind. I name no names.'
005:122;01[F  ]| 'Excellent reception,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:122;01[B  ]| 'No trace of fading,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:122;01[E  ]| 'Everywhere that is,' 
005:122;01['  ]| concluded Miss*Counihan, 
005:122;01[E  ]| 'except where
005:122;01[E  ]| Murphy is. He did not suffer from this ~~ er ~~ psychosomatic fistula,
005:122;01[E  ]| Murphy my fiance. Both mind and body, neither mind that is nor
005:122;01[E  ]| body, what can there be$1$ beside him, after him what could there be$1$,
005:122;01[E  ]| but a puerile grossness or a senile agility?'
005:122;01[F  ]| 'Take your choice,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:122;01[F  ]| 'pick your fancy.'
005:122;01[B  ]| 'Another semitone,' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:122;01[B  ]| 'and we had ceased to$9$ hear.'
005:122;01[F  ]| 'Who knows but that we have?' 
005:122;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:122;01[F  ]| 'Who knows what
005:123;01[F  ]| dirty story, what even better dirty story, it may be$1$ even one we have
005:123;01[F  ]| not heard before, told at some colossal pitch of pure smut, beats at
005:123;01[F  ]| this moment in vain against our eardrums?'
005:123;01[B  ]| 'For me,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Neary, with the same sigh as before, 
005:123;01[B  ]| 'the air is
005:123;01[B  ]| always full of such, soughing with the bawdy innuendo of eternity.'
005:123;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan rose, gathered her$2$ things together, walked to$4$ the
005:123;01['  ]| door and unlocked it with the key that she exiled for that purpose
005:123;01['  ]| from her$2$ bosom. Standing in profile against the blazing corridor,
005:123;01['  ]| with her$2$ high buttocks and her$2$ low breasts, she looked not merely
005:123;01['  ]| queenly, but on for anything. And these impressions she enhanced
005:123;01['  ]| by simply advancing one foot a pace, settling all her$2$ weight on the
005:123;01['  ]| other, inclining her$2$ bust no more than was necessary to$9$ preserve
005:123;01['  ]| her$6$ from falling down backwards and placing her$2$ hands upon her$2$
005:123;01['  ]| moons, plump and plain. In this position lightly but firmly poised
005:123;01['  ]| she said, into her$2$ lap, in a voice like a distant rake on gravel in a
005:123;01['  ]| winter gloaming:
005:123;01[E  ]| 'Now that we have let the cat out of the bag ~~'
005:123;01[F  ]| 'The pig out of the poke,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:123;01[E  ]| 'How are we advantaged ? '
005:123;01[B  ]| 'Wylie,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:123;01[B  ]| 'have a little consideration, you are right in
005:123;01[B  ]| her$2$ line of fire.'
005:123;01[F  ]| 'The Goddess of Gout,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:123;01[F  ]| 'brooding over a Doan's
005:123;01[F  ]| Pill.'
005:123;01[B  ]| 'Do not imagine for a moment I want you to$9$ go,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:123;01[B  ]| 'but
005:123;01[B  ]| this little creature is manoeuvring to$9$ see you home.'
005:123;01[F  ]| 'Tut! tut!' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:123;01[F  ]| 'I may not be$1$ a trueborn jackeen, but I am
005:123;01[F  ]| better than nothing. My superiority to$4$ nothing has often been commented 
005:123;01[F  ]| on.'
005:123;01[E  ]| 'I repeat my question,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:123;01[E  ]| 'and am prepared to$9$
005:123;01[E  ]| do$1$ so again if necessary.'
005:123;01[F  ]| 'If the cock does not crow then,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:123;01[F  ]| 'depend upon it the
005:123;01[F  ]| hen has not laid.'
005:123;01[B  ]| 'But have I not said,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:123;01[B  ]| 'now we can part? Surely that is
005:123;01[B  ]| a great advantage.'
005:123;01[E  ]| 'Do you really mean to$9$ sit there and tell me,' 
005:123;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan,
005:123;01[E  ]| me, that you consider we are now met?'
005:123;01['  ]| Wylie covered his ears, threw back his head and cried:
005:123;01[F  ]| 'Stop it! Or is it too late?'
005:123;01['  ]| High above his head he tossed his arms, set off in a rapid shuffle,
005:124;01['  ]| seized Miss*Counihan's hands, raised them gently clear of her$2$ rump.
005:124;01['  ]| In a moment they would hit the trail.
005:124;01[E  ]| 'Whoever met,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, not in the least perturbed
005:124;01['  ]| apparently, 
005:124;01[E  ]| 'if it comes to$4$ that, that met not at first sight?'
005:124;01[F  ]| 'There is only one meeting and parting,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:124;01[F  ]| 'The act of
005:124;01[F  ]| love.'
005:124;01[E  ]| 'Fancy that!' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:124;01[F  ]| 'Then each with and from himself,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:124;01[F  ]| 'as well as with
005:124;01[F  ]| and from the other.'
005:124;01[B  ]| 'With and from him and herself,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:124;01[B  ]| 'have a little 
005:124;01[B  ]| conduction, Wylie. Remember a lady is present.'
005:124;01[F  ]| 'You,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Wylie bitterly, 
005:124;01[F  ]| 'I was to$9$ find you not ungrateful. As no
005:124;01[F  ]| doubt also this poor girl.'
005:124;01[E  ]| 'Not quite,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:124;01[E  ]| 'I was merely not to$9$ find him
005:124;01[E  ]| ungrateful.'
005:124;01[B  ]| 'Point three,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Neary in reply. 
005:124;01[B  ]| 'I do not ask to$9$ speak to$4$
005:124;01[B  ]| Murphy. Show him only to$4$ these eyes of flesh and the money is
005:124;01[B  ]| yours.'
005:124;01[E  ]| 'He may feel,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:124;01[E  ]| 'you can never tell, that
005:124;01[E  ]| having deceived him once, we are capable of doing so again.'
005:124;01[F  ]| '<An> a obole on account,' 
005:124;01['  ]| begged Wylie. 
005:124;01[F  ]| 'Charity edifieth.'
005:124;01[B  ]| 'Point one,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:124;01[B  ]| 'It does not require even as little as this
005:124;01[B  ]| celebrated act of love, if acts indeed can ever be$1$ of love, or love
005:124;01[B  ]| survive in acts, to$9$ bid one's neighbour the time of day, the smile
005:124;01[B  ]| and the nod on the way in at evening, the scowl and no nod on the
005:124;01[B  ]| way out at morning, in the way described by Wylie. And to$9$ meet
005:124;01[B  ]| and part in my sense exceeds the power of feeling, however tender,
005:124;01[B  ]| and of bodily motions, however expert.'
005:124;01['  ]| He paused to$9$ be$1$ asked what his sense was. Wylie was the mug.
005:124;01[B  ]| 'The repudiation of the known,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:124;01[B  ]| 'a purely intellectual
005:124;01[B  ]| operation of unspeakable difficulty.'
005:124;01[F  ]| 'Perhaps you had not heard,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:124;01[F  ]| 'Hegel arrested his 
005:124;01[F  ]| development.'
005:124;01[B  ]| 'Point two,' 
005:124;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:124;01[B  ]| 'Far be it from me to$9$ sit here and suggest
005:124;01[B  ]| to$4$ Miss*Counihan that we are now met. There are still things that
005:124;01[B  ]| even I do not say$1$ to$4$ a lady. But I think it is not a naivete to$9$ hope
005:124;01[B  ]| that the ice has been broken, nor a presumption to$9$ count on the
005:124;01[B  ]| Almighty to$9$ pull off the rest.'
005:124;01['  ]| The light in the corridor went out with a crash, Wylie reined in
005:125;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan against <an> a abyss of blackness. Neary cast his voice
005:125;01['  ]| into the dying ache of echoes:
005:125;01[B  ]| 'There He blows, or I am greatly mistaken.'
005:125;01['  ]| Wylie felt suddenly tired of holding Miss*Counihan's hands at
005:125;01['  ]| precisely the same moment as she did of having them held, a merciful 
005:125;01['  ]| coincidence. He let them go and the dark swallowed her$6$ up. She
005:125;01['  ]| leaned against the outer wall and sobbed distinctly. It had been a
005:125;01['  ]| trying experience.
005:125;01[F  ]| 'Till tomorrow at ten,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:125;01[F  ]| 'Leave out your cheque-book.'
005:125;01[B  ]| 'Do not leave me alone like this,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:125;01[B  ]| 'crackling with sins,
005:125;01[B  ]| my lips still moist with impieties tossed off in the heat of 
005:125;01[B  ]| controversy.'
005:125;01[F  ]| 'You hear that storm of snivelling,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:125;01[F  ]| 'yet all you think
005:125;01[F  ]| of is yourself.'
005:125;01[B  ]| 'Tell her$6$ from <an> a old flicker,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:125;01[B  ]| 'when you have licked
005:125;01[B  ]| them all away, that not one was idle.'
005:125;01['  ]| After some further reproaches, to$4$ which he received no answer,
005:125;01['  ]| Wylie went away with Miss*Counihan.
005:125;01['  ]| A curious feeling had come over Neary, namely that he would not
005:125;01['  ]| get through the night. He had felt this before, but never quite so
005:125;01['  ]| strongly. In particular he felt that to$9$ move a muscle or utter a
005:125;01['  ]| syllable would certainly prove fatal. He breathed with heavy caution
005:125;01['  ]| through the long hours of darkness, trembled uncontrollably and
005:125;01['  ]| clutched the chair-arms. He did not feel cold, far from it, nor unwell, 
005:125;01['  ]| nor in pain; he simply had this alarming conviction that every
005:125;01['  ]| second was going to$9$ announce itself the first of his last ten minutes
005:125;01['  ]| or a quarter of <an> a hour on earth. The number of seconds in one
005:125;01['  ]| dark night is a simple calculation that the curious reader will work
005:125;01['  ]| out for himself.
005:125;01['  ]| When Wylie called the following afternoon, four or five hours late,
005:125;01['  ]| Neary's hair was white as snow, but he felt better in himself.
005:125;01[B  ]| 'A curious feeling came over me,' 
005:125;01['  ]| he said, 
005:125;01[B  ]| 'just as you were leaving, 
005:125;01[B  ]| that I was going to$9$ start dying.'
005:125;01[F  ]| 'So you have,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:125;01[F  ]| 'You look like a Junior Fellow already.'
005:125;01[B  ]| 'I think perhaps if I were to$9$ go out now,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:125;01[B  ]| 'and mix
005:125;01[B  ]| a little with the canaille, it might do$1$ me good.'
005:125;01[F  ]| 'Bloomsbury is on our way,' 
005:125;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:125;01[F  ]| 'Do not forget your
005:125;01[F  ]| cheque-book.'
005:126;01['  ]| In Gower Street Wylie said:
005:126;01[F  ]| 'How do you feel now?'
005:126;01[B  ]| 'I thank you,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:126;01[B  ]| 'life does not seem so precious.'
005:126;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan was handing it out to$4$ her$2$ Hindu in a steady
005:126;01['  ]| stream. He stood before her$6$ in <an> a attitude of considerable dejection,
005:126;01['  ]| his hands pressed tightly over his eyes. As Neary and Wylie approached 
005:126;01['  ]| he made a wild gesture of metaphysical liquidation and
005:126;01['  ]| sprang into a taxi that happened to$9$ be$1$ passing or, as he firmly believed, 
005:126;01['  ]| was clocking off <an> a inscrutable schedule from all eternity.
005:126;01[E  ]| 'Poor fellow,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:126;01[E  ]| 'He is off to$4$ Millbank.'
005:126;01[B  ]| 'And how are we this morning?' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Neary with horrible solicitude 
005:126;01['  ]| and a leer at Wylie. 
005:126;01[B  ]| 'Lassata?'
005:126;01['  ]| Wylie simpered.
005:126;01['  ]| They set off for Brewery Road in a taxi. For fully one minute not
005:126;01['  ]| a word was spoken. Then Wylie said:
005:126;01[F  ]| 'After all, there is nothing like dead silence. My one dread was
005:126;01[F  ]| lest our conversation of last night should resume us where it left
005:126;01[F  ]| us off.'
005:126;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge flew to$4$ the window at the unwonted sound. No taxi
005:126;01['  ]| had ever stopped in good faith at her$2$ door, though one had done so
005:126;01['  ]| once by error, and another in derision. She appeared on the threshold 
005:126;01['  ]| with a Bible in one hand and a poker in the other.
005:126;01[F  ]| 'Have you a Mr*Murphy staying here?' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:126;01[B  ]| 'We have come all the way from Cork,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:126;01[B  ]| 'we have torn
005:126;01[B  ]| ourselves away from the groves of Blarney, for the sole purpose of
005:126;01[B  ]| cajoling him in private.'
005:126;01[E  ]| 'We are his very dear friends,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:126;01[E  ]| 'and our news
005:126;01[E  ]| is good, what is more.'
005:126;01[F  ]| 'Mr*Murphy,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:126;01[F  ]| 'the ruins of the ruins of the broth of a
005:126;01[F  ]| boy.'
005:126;01[I  ]| 'Mr*Murphy is away on business,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:126;01['  ]| Wylie crammed his handkerchief into his mouth.
005:126;01[B  ]| 'Do not watch him too narrowly,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:126;01[B  ]| 'and you will see
005:126;01[B  ]| him take it out of his ear.'
005:126;01[I  ]| 'We expect him hourly,' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge.
005:126;01[E  ]| 'What did I tell you?' 
005:126;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:126;01[E  ]| 'Sweating his soul out
005:126;01[E  ]| in the East End, so that I may have$1$ all the little luxuries to$4$ which I
005:126;01[E  ]| am accustomed.'
005:126;01['  ]| Wylie took advantage of the confusion that followed these words,
005:127;01['  ]| Neary and Miss*Carridge not knowing where to$9$ look and the eyes
005:127;01['  ]| of Miss*Counihan closed in <an> a ecstasy of some kind, to$9$ take the
005:127;01['  ]| silk handkerchief out of his ear, blow his nose, wipe his eyes and
005:127;01['  ]| return it to$4$ his pocket. It might truly be$1$ said to$9$ have$1$ done the
005:127;01['  ]| rounds, Wylie's silk handkerchief.
005:127;01[I  ]| 'But if you care to$9$ step in,' 
005:127;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, moving sportingly
005:127;01['  ]| to$4$ one side, 
005:127;01[I  ]| 'Mrs*Murphy would see you I have not a doubt, not a
005:127;01[I  ]| doubt.'
005:127;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan congratulated herself on having closed her$2$ eyes
005:127;01['  ]| when she did. With closed eyes, she said to$4$ herself, one can not go
005:127;01['  ]| far wrong. Unless one is absolutely alone. Then it is not necessary
005:127;01['  ]| to$9$ ~~ er ~~ blink at such a rate.
005:127;01[F  ]| 'If you are quite sure you are quite sure,' 
005:127;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:127;01['  ]| It was at this moment that they all caught simultaneously for the
005:127;01['  ]| first time, and with common good breeding refrained from remarking, 
005:127;01['  ]| a waft of Miss*Carridge's peculiarity. But now there was no
005:127;01['  ]| turning back. They all felt that, as the door closed behind them.
005:127;01['  ]| So all things hobble together for the only possible.
005:127;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge ushered them into the big room, where Murphy
005:127;01['  ]| and Celia had met and parted so often, in a very house-proud manner. 
005:127;01['  ]| For the char had never been in better form. The lemon of the
005:127;01['  ]| walls whined like Vermeer's; and even Miss*Counihan, collapsed on
005:127;01['  ]| one of the Balzac chairs, was inclined to$9$ regret her$2$ reflection in the
005:127;01['  ]| linoleum. Similarly before Claude's Narcissus in Trafalgar Square,
005:127;01['  ]| high-class whores with faces lately lifted have breathed a malediction 
005:127;01['  ]| on the glass.
005:127;01['  ]| Without warning Neary exclaimed:
005:127;01[B  ]| 'At the best, nothing; at the worst, this again.'
005:127;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge looked shocked, as well she might. Wester than the
005:127;01['  ]| Isle of Man she had never set foot.
005:127;01[I  ]| 'I hope,' 
005:127;01['  ]| she said, 
005:127;01[I  ]| 'you like my little apartment, to$9$ let, if I may say$1$
005:127;01[I  ]| so.
005:127;01[F  ]| 'The considered verdict on the greater life,' 
005:127;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:127;01[F  ]| 'of one
005:127;01[F  ]| who can imagine nothing worse than the lesser. Hardly the artistic
005:127;01[F  ]| type, you will say$1$.'
005:127;01[E  ]| 'We are the Engels sisters,' 
005:127;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:127;01[E  ]| 'come to$9$ stay.
005:127;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge left her$2$ little apartment.
005:127;01[F  ]| 'Hark! ' 
005:127;01['  ]| said Wylie, pointing upward.
005:127;01['  ]| A soft swaggering to$8$ and fro was audible.
005:128;01[F  ]| 'Mrs*M.,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:128;01[F  ]| 'never still, made restless by the protracted
005:128;01[F  ]| absence of her$2$ young, her$2$ ambitious husband.'
005:128;01['  ]| The footfalls came to$4$ <an> a end.
005:128;01[F  ]| 'She pauses to$9$ lean out of the window,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Wylie. 
005:128;01[F  ]| 'Nothing will
005:128;01[F  ]| induce her$6$ to$9$ throw herself down till he actually heaves into view.
005:128;01[F  ]| She has a sense of style.'
005:128;01['  ]| Neary's associations were normal to$4$ the point of tedium. He
005:128;01['  ]| thought of salts of lemon on the steps of Wynn's Hotel, the livid
005:128;01['  ]| colours of that old vision closed his eyes, a wild evening's green
005:128;01['  ]| and yellow seen in a puddle.
005:128;01[I  ]| 'The Engels sisters,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:128;01[I  ]| 'craving a word with you.'
005:128;01['  ]| Celia, thank God for a Christian name at last, dragged her$2$ tattered 
005:128;01['  ]| bust back into the room, the old boy's.
005:128;01[I  ]| 'Bosom friends of Mr*Murphy,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:128;01[I  ]| 'they came in a
005:128;01[I  ]| taxi.'
005:128;01['  ]| Celia raised her$2$ face. This caused Miss*Carridge to$9$ add, in some
005:128;01['  ]| confusion:
005:128;01[I  ]| 'But I need not tell you that. Forgive me.'
005:128;01[C  ]| 'Ah yes, you need,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:128;01[C  ]| 'omit no material circumstance, I
005:128;01[C  ]| implore you. I have been so busy, so busy, so absorbed, my swan
005:128;01[C  ]| crossword you know, Miss*Carridge, seeking the rime, the panting
005:128;01[C  ]| syllable to$9$ rime with breath, that I have been dead to$4$ the voices of
005:128;01[C  ]| the street, dead and damned, Miss*Carridge, the myriad voices.'
005:128;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge did not know which arm to$9$ feel more thankful for,
005:128;01['  ]| the Bible or the poker. She tightened her$2$ hold evenly on each and
005:128;01['  ]| said:
005:128;01[I  ]| 'Do not give way to$4$ despair, it is most wrong.'
005:128;01[C  ]| 'When I think of what I was,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Celia, 
005:128;01[C  ]| 'who I was, what I am,
005:128;01[C  ]| and now dead, on a Sunday afternoon, with the sun singing, and the
005:128;01[C  ]| birds shining, to$4$ the voices of the STREET, then ~~'
005:128;01[I  ]| 'Be sober,' 
005:128;01['  ]| said Miss*Carridge, 
005:128;01[I  ]| 'hope to$4$ the end. Give yourself a
005:128;01[I  ]| bit of a wipe and come down.'
005:128;01['  ]| Celia wrapped a waterproof of pale blush buff about her$6$, but did
005:128;01['  ]| not give herself the wipe.
005:128;01[C  ]| 'I have nothing to$9$ be$1$ ashamed of, or to$9$ lose.'
005:128;01['  ]| Descending the stairs Miss*Carridge pondered this saying. On the
005:128;01['  ]| landing outside the big room, the landing where Celia had seen
005:128;01['  ]| the old boy for the first time and last, she held up the poker and
005:128;01['  ]| said:
005:129;01[I  ]| 'But everything to$9$ gain.'
005:129;01[C  ]| 'Nothing to$9$ lose,' 
005:129;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:129;01[C  ]| 'Therefore nothing to$9$ gain.
005:129;01['  ]| A long look of fellow-feeling filled the space between them, with
005:129;01['  ]| calm, pity and a touch of contempt. They leaned against it as against
005:129;01['  ]| a solid wall of wool and looked at each other across it. Then they
005:129;01['  ]| continued on their ways, Miss*Carridge down what stairs remained,
005:129;01['  ]| Celia into their old room.
005:129;01['  ]| Bereft of motion, their lees of finer feeling in a sudden swirl,
005:129;01['  ]| Neary and Wylie sat and stared. Miss*Counihan took one look and
005:129;01['  ]| returned her$2$ gaze hastily to$4$ the linoleum. Wylie staggered reverently
005:129;01['  ]| to$4$ his feet. Celia exposed herself formally with her$2$ back to$4$ the door,
005:129;01['  ]| then walked right through them and sat down on the edge of the
005:129;01['  ]| bed nearer the window, so that throughout the scene that follows
005:129;01['  ]| Murphy's half of the bed is between her$6$ and them. Neary staggered
005:129;01['  ]| reverently to$4$ his feet.
005:129;01[E  ]| 'I fear you are ill, Mrs*Murphy,' 
005:129;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:129;01[C  ]| 'You wished to$9$ see me,' 
005:129;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:129;01['  ]| Neary and Wylie, feeling more and more swine before a pearl,
005:129;01['  ]| stood and stared. Miss*Counihan advanced to$4$ the edge of the bed
005:129;01['  ]| nearer the door, developing as she did so a small bundle of Murphy's
005:129;01['  ]| letters into a fan. With this in her$2$ two hands she reached out across
005:129;01['  ]| the bed, flirted it open and shut in a manner carefully calculated to$9$
005:129;01['  ]| annoy and said:
005:129;01[E  ]| 'Here at a glance you have our \7bonam 7fidem\; and on closer inspection, 
005:129;01[E  ]| whenever you please, my correspondent's deficiency in
005:129;01[E  ]| same.'
005:129;01['  ]| Celia looked dully from the letters to$4$ Miss*Counihan, and from
005:129;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan to$4$ her$2$ companions, and from those petrified figures
005:129;01['  ]| to$4$ the letters again, and finally right away from so much dark flesh
005:129;01['  ]| and word to$4$ the sky, under which she had nothing to$9$ lose. Then she
005:129;01['  ]| lay down on the bed, not with any theatrical intention, but in pure
005:129;01['  ]| obedience to$4$ a sudden strong desire to$9$ do$1$ so. The likelihood of its
005:129;01['  ]| appearing theatrical, or even positively affected, would not have$1$
005:129;01['  ]| deterred her$6$, if it had occurred to$4$ her$2$. She stretched herself out
005:129;01['  ]| at the ease of her$2$ body as naturally as though her$2$ solitude had been
005:129;01['  ]| without spectators.
005:129;01[E  ]| 'One of the innumerable small retail redeemers,' 
005:129;01['  ]| sneered 
005:129;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan, 
005:129;01[E  ]| 'lodging her$2$ pennyworth of pique in the post-golgothan
005:129;01[E  ]| kitty.'
005:130;01['  ]| But for Murphy's horror of the mental belch, Celia would have$1$
005:130;01['  ]| recognized this phrase, if she had heard it.
005:130;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan brought her$2$ letters together with the sound of a
005:130;01['  ]| sharp faint explosion and marched back to$4$ her$2$ place. Neary fetched
005:130;01['  ]| his chair resolutely to$4$ the head of the bed, in very fair imitation
005:130;01['  ]| of a man whose mind is made up. And Wylie sat down with the air
005:130;01['  ]| of a novice at Divine Service, uncertain as to$4$ whether the congregation 
005:130;01['  ]| ceasing in a soft perturbation to$9$ stand is about to$9$ sit or kneel,
005:130;01['  ]| and looking about him wildly for a sign.
005:130;01['  ]| All four are now in position. They will not move from where they
005:130;01['  ]| now are until they find a formula, a status quo agreeable to$4$ all.
005:130;01[B  ]| 'My dear Mrs*Murphy,' 
005:130;01['  ]| said Neary in a voice dripping with 
005:130;01['  ]| solicitude.
005:130;01[C  ]| 'If one of you would tell me simply what you want,' 
005:130;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:130;01[C  ]| 'I
005:130;01[C  ]| can not keep up with fine words.'
005:130;01['  ]| When Neary had finished it was dark in the room. Simplicity is
005:130;01['  ]| as slow as a hearse and as long as a last breakfast.
005:130;01[E  ]| 'Errors and omissions excepted,' 
005:130;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:130;01['  ]| Wylie's eyes began to$9$ pain him.
005:130;01[C  ]| 'I am a prostitute,' 
005:130;01['  ]| began Celia, speaking from where she lay, and
005:130;01['  ]| when she had finished it was night in the room, that black night so
005:130;01['  ]| rich in acoustic properties, and on the landing, to$4$ the infinite 
005:130;01['  ]| satisfaction of Miss*Carridge.
005:130;01[E  ]| 'You poor thing,' 
005:130;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan, 
005:130;01[E  ]| 'how you must have$1$ 
005:130;01[E  ]| suffered.'
005:130;01[F  ]| 'Shall I put on the light?' 
005:130;01['  ]| said Wylie, his ravenous eyes in 
005:130;01['  ]| torment.
005:130;01[E  ]| 'If you do I shall close my eyes, 
005:130;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:130;01[E  ]| It is only in
005:130;01[E  ]| the dark that one can meet.'
005:130;01['  ]| Few ditches were deeper than Miss*Counihan, the widow woman's
005:130;01['  ]| cruse was not more receptive. But Celia had not spoken and Wylie
005:130;01['  ]| was raising his arm when the calm voice resumed its fall, no less
005:130;01['  ]| slowly than before, but perhaps less surely. He withheld his hand,
005:130;01['  ]| the little temporary gent and pure in heart.
005:130;01[C  ]| 'At first I thought I had lost him because I could not take him as
005:130;01[C  ]| he was. Now I do not flatter myself.'
005:130;01['  ]| A rest.
005:130;01[C  ]| 'I was a piece out of him that he could not go on without, no
005:130;01[C  ]| matter what I did.'
005:131;01['  ]| A rest.
005:131;01[C  ]| 'He had to$9$ leave me to$9$ be$1$ what he was before he met me, only
005:131;01[C  ]| worse, or better, no matter what I did.'
005:131;01['  ]| A long rest.
005:131;01[C  ]| 'I was the last exile.'
005:131;01['  ]| A rest.
005:131;01[Y  ]| 'The last, if we are lucky.'
005:131;01['  ]| So love is wont to$9$ end, in protasis, if it be love.
005:131;01['  ]| From where he sat Wylie switched on the light, the high dim
005:131;01['  ]| yellow glim that Murphy, a strict non-reader, had installed, and
005:131;01['  ]| glutted his eyes. While Miss*Counihan on the contrary closed hers
005:131;01['  ]| with <an> a ostentation that flattened her$2$ face, to$9$ show that when she
005:131;01['  ]| said a thing she meant it.
005:131;01[F  ]| 'I can not believe he has left you,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:131;01[B  ]| 'He will come back,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:131;01[E  ]| 'We shall be$1$ here to$9$ receive him,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:131;01['  ]| Her$2$ cot had a high rail all the way round. Mr*Willoughby*Kelly
005:131;01['  ]| came, smelling strongly of drink, knelt, grasped the bars and looked
005:131;01['  ]| at her$6$ through them. Then she envied him, and he her$2$. Sometimes
005:131;01['  ]| he sang.
005:131;01[F  ]| 'Neary and I upstairs,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:131;01[E  ]| 'I here with you,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:131;01[B  ]| 'Call the woman,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:131;01['  ]| Sometimes he sang:
005:131;01[Z  ]| \Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,\
005:131;01[Z  ]| \When thou art old, there is grief enough for thee,\
005:131;01['  ]| etc. Other times:
005:131;01[Z  ]| \Love is a prick, love is a sting,\
005:131;01[Z  ]| \Love is a pretty pretty thing,\
005:131;01['  ]| etc. Other times, other songs. But most times he did not sing at all.
005:131;01[F  ]| 'She is at hand,' 
005:131;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:131;01[F  ]| 'and has been for some little time,
005:131;01[F  ]| unless there is a real goat in the house as well.'
005:131;01['  ]| It was Sunday, October the 20th, Murphy's night of duty had
005:131;01['  ]| come. So all things limp together for the only possible.
005:132;00[U  ]| <Eleven>
005:132;01['  ]| Late that afternoon, after many fruitless hours in the chair, it would
005:132;01['  ]| be$1$ just about the time Celia was telling her$2$ story, MMM stood suddenly 
005:132;01['  ]| for music, MUSIC, MUSIC, in brilliant, brevier and canon, or
005:132;01['  ]| some such typographical scream, if the gentle compositor would be$1$
005:132;01['  ]| so friendly. Murphy interpreted this in his favour, for he had seldom
005:132;01['  ]| been in such need of encouragement.
005:132;01['  ]| But in the night of Skinner's House, walking round and round at
005:132;01['  ]| the foot of the cross among the shrouded instruments of recreation,
005:132;01['  ]| having done one round and marking the prescribed pause of ten
005:132;01['  ]| minutes before the next, he felt the gulf between him and them
005:132;01['  ]| more strongly than at any time during his week of day duty. He felt
005:132;01['  ]| it was very likely with them that craved to$9$ cross it as with them
005:132;01['  ]| that dreaded to$9$ ~~ they never did.
005:132;01['  ]| A round took ten minutes, all being well. If all was not well, if a
005:132;01['  ]| patient had cut his throat, or required attention, then the extra
005:132;01['  ]| time taken by the round was levied on the pause. For it was <an> a inflexible 
005:132;01['  ]| rule of the MMM, laid down in terms so strong as to$9$ be$1$
005:132;01['  ]| almost abusive, that every patient, and not merely those on parchment 
005:132;01['  ]| (or on caution), should be$1$ visited at regular intervals of not
005:132;01['  ]| more than twenty minutes throughout the night. If things were so
005:132;01['  ]| bad that the round took ten minutes longer than it should, then
005:132;01['  ]| there was no pause and all was in order. But if things were still
005:132;01['  ]| worse and the round took eleven minutes longer than it should, and
005:133;01['  ]| as less than no pause was unfortunately beyond the powers of even
005:133;01['  ]| the smartest attendant, then the painful fact had simply to$9$ be$1$ faced
005:133;01['  ]| once more, that man proposed, but God disposed, even in the
005:133;01['  ]| Magdalen Mental Mercyseat.
005:133;01['  ]| The incidence of this higher law might have$1$ been reduced by the
005:133;01['  ]| introduction at night of <an> a emergency runner. But this would have$1$
005:133;01['  ]| run the Mercyseat into close on a pound a week, supposing the mug
005:133;01['  ]| could have$1$ been found.
005:133;01['  ]| A clean round, facetiously called a 'virgin', was simplicity itself.
005:133;01['  ]| The nurse had merely to$9$ depress a switch before each door, flooding
005:133;01['  ]| the cell with light of such ferocity that the eyes of the sleeping and
005:133;01['  ]| waking opened and closed respectively, satisfy himself with a
005:133;01['  ]| glance through the judas that the patient looked good for another
005:133;01['  ]| twenty minutes, switch off the light, press the indicator and pass.
005:133;01['  ]| The indicator was most ingenious. The indicator recorded the
005:133;01['  ]| visit, together with the hours, minutes and seconds at which it was
005:133;01['  ]| paid, on a switchboard in Bom's apartment. The indicator would
005:133;01['  ]| have$1$ been still more ingenious if it had been activated by the light
005:133;01['  ]| switch, or even by the judas shutter. For many and many were the
005:133;01['  ]| visits recorded for Bom's inspection, and never paid, by nurses who
005:133;01['  ]| were tired or indolent or sensitive or fed up or malicious or behind
005:133;01['  ]| time or unwilling to$9$ shatter a patient's repose.
005:133;01['  ]| Bom was what is vulgarly called a sadist and encouraged what is
005:133;01['  ]| vulgarly called sadism in his assistants. If during the day this
005:133;01['  ]| energy could not be$1$ discharged with any great freedom even on
005:133;01['  ]| those patients who submitted to$4$ it as part and parcel of the therapeutic 
005:133;01['  ]| voodoo, with still less freedom could it be$1$ discharged on
005:133;01['  ]| those who regarded it as \8hors 8d'oeuvre\. These latter were reported
005:133;01['  ]| to$4$ the RMS as 'uncooperative', 'not cooperating in the routine of
005:133;01['  ]| the wards' or, in extreme cases, 'resistive'. They were liable to$9$ get
005:133;01['  ]| hell at night.
005:133;01['  ]| Murphy's first round had shown him what a mere phrase was
005:133;01['  ]| Neary's 
005:133;01[B  ]| 'Sleep and Insomnia, the Phidias and Scopas of Fatigue'.
005:133;01['  ]| It might have$1$ held good in the dormitory of a young ladies' academy,
005:133;01['  ]| where quite possibly also it had been inspired, but it had no sense
005:133;01['  ]| in the wards of the MMM. Here those that slept and those that did
005:133;01['  ]| not were quite palpably by the same hand, that of some rather later
005:133;01['  ]| artist whose work could by no means have$1$ come down to$4$ us, say
005:133;01['  ]| the Pergamene Barlach. And in his efforts to$9$ distinguish between the
005:134;01['  ]| two groups Murphy was reminded of a wild waning winter afternoon
005:134;01['  ]| in Toulon before the \8ho^tel 8de 8ville\ and Puget's caryatids of Strength
005:134;01['  ]| and Weariness, and the tattered sky blackening above his perplexity
005:134;01['  ]| as to$4$ which was which.
005:134;01['  ]| Those that slept did so in the frozen attitudes of Herculaneum, as
005:134;01['  ]| though sleep had pounced upon them like <an> a act of God. And those
005:134;01['  ]| that did not did not by the obvious grace of the same authority.
005:134;01['  ]| The contortions of the resistive in particular seemed to$4$ Murphy not
005:134;01['  ]| so much <an> a entreaty to$4$ nature's soft nurse as a recoil from her$2$ 
005:134;01['  ]| solicitations. The economy of care was better served, in the experience
005:134;01['  ]| of the resistive, when they knit up the sleave by day.
005:134;01['  ]| By day he had not felt the gulf so painfully as he did now, walking 
005:134;01['  ]| round and round the wreck. By day there was Bom and other
005:134;01['  ]| staff, there were the doctors and the visitors, to$9$ stimulate his sense
005:134;01['  ]| of kindred with the patients. There were the patients themselves,
005:134;01['  ]| circulating through the wards and in the gardens. He could mix with
005:134;01['  ]| them, touch them, speak to$4$ them, watch them, imagine himself one
005:134;01['  ]| of them. But in the night of Skinner's there were none of these
005:134;01['  ]| adminicles, no loathing to$9$ love from, no kick from the world that
005:134;01['  ]| was not his, no illusion of caress from the world that might be$1$. It
005:134;01['  ]| was as though the microcosmopolitans had locked him out. No
005:134;01['  ]| sound reached him from the adjacent female wards but the infinite
005:134;01['  ]| variety of those made by the female wardees, a faint blurred
005:134;01['  ]| mockery, from which however as the night wore on a number of
005:134;01['  ]| leading motifs emerged. Ditto for the male wards below. The cackle
005:134;01['  ]| of a nightingale would have$1$ been most welcome, to$9$ explode his
005:134;01['  ]| spirit towards its nightingaleless night. But the season seemed over.
005:134;01['  ]| In short there was nothing but he, the unintelligible gulf and
005:134;01['  ]| they. That was all, ALL, ALL.
005:134;01['  ]| It was therefore with a heavy heart that he set out on round two.
005:134;01['  ]| The first cell to$9$ be$1$ revisited, that at the south-westernmost corner
005:134;01['  ]| of the nave, contained Mr*Endon, voted by one and all the most
005:134;01['  ]| biddable little gaga in the entire institution, his preoccupation with
005:134;01['  ]| apnoea notwithstanding. Murphy switched on the thousand candles,
005:134;01['  ]| shot back the judas shutter and looked in. A strange sight met his
005:134;01['  ]| eye.
005:134;01['  ]| Mr*Endon, <an> a impeccable and brilliant figurine in his scarlet
005:134;01['  ]| gown, his crest a gush of vivid white against the black shag,
005:134;01['  ]| squatted tailor-fashion on the head of his bed, holding his left foot
005:135;01['  ]| in his right hand and in his left hand his right foot. The purple
005:135;01['  ]| poulaines were on his feet and the rings were on his fingers. The
005:135;01['  ]| light spurted off Mr*Endon north, south, east, west and in fifty-six
005:135;01['  ]| other directions. The sheet stretched away before him, as smooth
005:135;01['  ]| and taut as a groaning wife's belly, and on it a game of chess was
005:135;01['  ]| set up. The little blue and olive face, wearing <an> a expression of 
005:135;01['  ]| winsome fiat, was upturned to$4$ the judas.
005:135;01['  ]| Murphy resumed his round, gratified in no small measure. Mr*Endon 
005:135;01['  ]| had recognized the feel of his friend's eye upon him and made
005:135;01['  ]| his preparations accordingly. Friend's eye? Say rather, Murphy's
005:135;01['  ]| eye. Mr*Endon had felt Murphy's eye upon him. Mr*Endon would
005:135;01['  ]| have$1$ been less than Mr*Endon if he had known what it was to$9$ have$1$
005:135;01['  ]| a friend; and Murphy more than Murphy if he had not hoped against
005:135;01['  ]| his better judgment that his feeling for Mr*Endon was in some small
005:135;01['  ]| degree reciprocated. Whereas the sad truth was, that while Mr*Endon 
005:135;01['  ]| for Murphy was no less than bliss, Murphy for Mr*Endon was
005:135;01['  ]| no more than chess. Murphy's eye? Say rather, the chessy eye. 
005:135;01['  ]| Mr*Endon had vibrated to$4$ the chessy eye upon him and made his
005:135;01['  ]| preparations accordingly.
005:135;01['  ]| Murphy completed his round, <an> a Irish virgin. (Finished on time
005:135;01['  ]| a round was called a virgin; ahead of time, <an> a Irish virgin.) The
005:135;01['  ]| hypomanic it is true, in pad since morning with a big attack blowing 
005:135;01['  ]| up, had tried to$9$ come at his tormentor through the judas. This
005:135;01['  ]| distressed Murphy, though he rather disliked the hypomanic. But
005:135;01['  ]| it did not delay him. Quite the reverse.
005:135;01['  ]| He hastened back westward down the nave with his master key
005:135;01['  ]| at the ready. He stopped short of the wreck, switched on Mr*Endon's
005:135;01['  ]| light and entered bodily into his cell. Mr*Endon was in the same
005:135;01['  ]| position all but his head, which was now bowed, whether over the
005:135;01['  ]| board or merely on his chest it was hard to$9$ say$1$. Murphy sank down
005:135;01['  ]| on his elbow on the foot of the bed and the game began.
005:135;01['  ]| Murphy's functions were scarcely affected by this break with the
005:135;01['  ]| tradition of night duty. All it meant was that he took his pauses
005:135;01['  ]| with Mr*Endon instead of in the wreck. Every ten minutes he left the
005:135;01['  ]| cell, pressed the indicator with heartfelt conviction and did a round.
005:135;01['  ]| Every ten minutes and sometimes even sooner, for never in the history 
005:135;01['  ]| of the MMM had there been such a run of virgins and Irish
005:135;01['  ]| virgins as on this Murphy's maiden night, he returned to$4$ the cell
005:135;01['  ]| and resumed the game. Sometimes <an> a entire pause would pass
005:136;01['  ]| without any change having been made in the position; and at other
005:136;01['  ]| times the board would be$1$ in <an> a uproar, a torrent of moves.
005:136;01['  ]| The game, <an> a Endon's Affence, or \Zweispringerspott\, was as
005:136;01['  ]| follows:
005:136;01[Z  ]| White (MURPHY)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 1. P-K4 (b)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 2. Kt-KR3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 3. R-KKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 4. Kt-QB3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 5. Kt-Q5 (c)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 6. R-KRl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 7. Kt-QB3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 8. Kt-QKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 9. Kt-KKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 10. P-KKt3 (e)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 11. Kt-K2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 12. P-KKt4
005:136;01[Z  ]| 13. Kt-KKt3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 14. B-K2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 15. P-Q3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 16. Q-Q2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 17. K-Ql
005:136;01[Z  ]| 18. Kt-QB3 (g)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 19. R-QKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 20. Kt-QR4
005:136;01[Z  ]| 21. P-QKt3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 22. R-KKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 23. B-QKt2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 24. K-QB 1
005:136;01[Z  ]| 25. B-QB3 (i)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 26. P-QKt4
005:136;01[Z  ]| 27. Q-KR6 (j)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 28. Q-KB6
005:136;01[Z  ]| 29. B-K5
005:136;01[Z  ]| 30. Kt-QB5 (l)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 31. Kt-KRl (n)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 32. K-QKt2!! 
005:136;01[Z  ]| 33. K-QKt3
005:136;01[Z  ]| Black (MR*ENDON) (a)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 1. Kt-KR3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 2. R-KKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 3. Kt-QB3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 4. Kt-K4
005:136;01[Z  ]| 5. R-KRl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 6. Kt-QB3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 7. Kt-KKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 8. Kt-QKtl (d)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 9. P-K3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 10. Kt-K2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 11. Kt-KKt3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 12. B-K2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 13. P-Q3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 14. Q-Q2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 15. K-Ql (f)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 16. Q-Kl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 17. Kt-Q2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 18. R-QKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 19. Kt-QKt3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 20. B-Q2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 21. R-KKtl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 22. K-QBl (h)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 23. Q-KBl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 24. B-Kl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 25. Kt-KRl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 26. B-Ql
005:136;01[Z  ]| 27. Kt-QRl (k)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 28. Kt-KKt3
005:136;01[Z  ]| 29. B-K2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 30. K-Ql (m)
005:136;01[Z  ]| 31. B-Q2
005:136;01[Z  ]| 32. R-KRl
005:136;01[Z  ]| 33. B-QBl
005:137;01[Z  ]| 34. K-QR4 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 35. K-R5 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 36. B-KB4 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 37. Q-QB3 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 38. Kt-QR6 (p) 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 39. K-QKt5 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 40. K-QR5 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 41. Q-QB6 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 42. K-QKtS 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 43. K-R5 
005:137;01[Z  ]| 34. Q-K1 (o)
005:137;01[Z  ]| 35. Kt-QKt3
005:137;01[Z  ]| 36. Kt-Q2
005:137;01[Z  ]| 37. R-QR1
005:137;01[Z  ]| 38. B-KB1
005:137;01[Z  ]| 39. Kt-K2
005:137;01[Z  ]| 40. Kt-QKtl
005:137;01[Z  ]| 41. Kt-KKtl
005:137;01[Z  ]| 42. K-Q2 (q)
005:137;01[Z  ]| 43. Q-Q1 (r)
005:137;01[Z  ]| And White surrenders.
005:137;01['  ]| (a) Mr*Endon always played Black. If presented with White he
005:137;01['  ]| would fade, without the least trace of annoyance, away into
005:137;01['  ]| a light stupor.
005:137;01['  ]| (b) The primary cause of all White's subsequent difficulties.
005:137;01['  ]| (c) Apparently nothing better, bad as this is.
005:137;01['  ]| (d) <An> a ingenious and beautiful debut, sometimes called the 
005:137;01['  ]| Pipe-opener.
005:137;01['  ]| (e) Ill-judged.
005:137;01['  ]| (f) Never seen in the Cafe de la Regence, seldom in Simpson's
005:137;01['  ]| Divan.
005:137;01['  ]| (g) The flag of distress.
005:137;01['  ]| (h) Exquisitely played.
005:137;01['  ]| (i) It is difficult to$9$ imagine a more deplorable situation than poor
005:137;01['  ]| White's at this point.
005:137;01['  ]| (j) The ingenuity of despair.
005:137;01['  ]| (k) Black has now <an> a irresistible game.
005:137;01['  ]| (l) High praise is due to$4$ White for the pertinacity with which he
005:137;01['  ]| struggles to$9$ lose a piece.
005:137;01['  ]| (m) At this point Mr*Endon, without as much as 
005:137;01[W10]| 'j'adoube', 
005:137;01['  ]| turned
005:137;01['  ]| his King and Queen's Rook upside down, in which position
005:137;01['  ]| they remained for the rest of the game.
005:137;01['  ]| (n) A \8coup 8de 8repos\ long overdue.
005:137;01['  ]| (o) Mr*Endon not crying 
005:137;01[W10]| 'Check! ', 
005:137;01['  ]| nor otherwise giving the slightest
005:137;01['  ]| indication that he was alive to$4$ having attacked the King of
005:137;01['  ]| his opponent, or rather vis-a-vis, Murphy was absolved, in
005:137;01['  ]| accordance with Law 18, from attending to$4$ it. But this would
005:137;01['  ]| have$1$ been to$9$ admit that the sallute was adventitious.
005:138;01['  ]| (p) No words can express the torment of mind that goaded White
005:138;01['  ]| to$4$ this abject offensive.
005:138;01['  ]| (q) The termination of this solitaire is very beautifully played by
005:138;01['  ]| Mr*Endon.
005:138;01['  ]| (r) Further solicitation would be$1$ frivolous and vexatious, and
005:138;01['  ]| Murphy, with fool's mate in his soul, retires.
005:138;01['  ]| Following Mr*Endon's forty-third move Murphy gazed for a long
005:138;01['  ]| time at the board before laying his Shah on his side, and again for
005:138;01['  ]| a long time after that act of submission. But little by little his eyes
005:138;01['  ]| were captured by the brilliant swallow-tail of Mr*Endon's arms and
005:138;01['  ]| legs, purple, scarlet, black and glitter, till they saw nothing else,
005:138;01['  ]| and that in a short time only as a vivid blur, Neary's big blooming
005:138;01['  ]| buzzing confusion or ground, mercifully free of figure. Wearying
005:138;01['  ]| soon of this he dropped his head on his arms in the midst of the
005:138;01['  ]| chessmen, which scattered with a terrible noise. Mr*Endon's finery
005:138;01['  ]| persisted for a little in <an> a after-image scarcely inferior to$4$ the
005:138;01['  ]| original. Then this also faded and Murphy began to$9$ see nothing, that
005:138;01['  ]| colourlessness which is such a rare postnatal treat, being the absence 
005:138;01['  ]| (to$9$ abuse a nice distinction) not of \7percipere\ but of \7percipi.\
005:138;01['  ]| His other senses also found themselves at peace, <an> a unexpected
005:138;01['  ]| pleasure. Not the numb peace of their own suspension, but the
005:138;01['  ]| positive peace that comes when the somethings give way, or perhaps
005:138;01['  ]| simply add up, to$4$ the Nothing, than which in the guffaw of the
005:138;01['  ]| Abderite naught is more real. Time did not cease, that would be$1$
005:138;01['  ]| asking too much, but the wheel of rounds and pauses did, as
005:138;01['  ]| Murphy with his head among the armies continued to$9$ suck in,
005:138;01['  ]| through all the posterns of his withered soul, the accidentless 
005:138;01['  ]| One-and-Only, conveniently called Nothing. Then this also vanished, or
005:138;01['  ]| perhaps simply came asunder, in the familiar variety of stenches,
005:138;01['  ]| asperities, ear-splitters and eye-closers, and Murphy saw that 
005:138;01['  ]| Mr*Endon was missing.
005:138;01['  ]| For quite some little time Mr*Endon had been drifting about the
005:138;01['  ]| corridors, pressing here a light-switch and there <an> a indicator, in a
005:138;01['  ]| way that seemed haphazard but was in fact determined by <an> a
005:138;01['  ]| a mental pattern as precise as any of those that governed his chess.
005:138;01['  ]| Murphy found him in the south transept, gracefully stationed before 
005:138;01['  ]| the hypomanic's pad, ringing the changes on the various ways
005:138;01['  ]| in which the indicator could be$1$ pressed and the light turned on and
005:139;01['  ]| off. Beginning with the light turned off to$9$ begin with he had: lit,
005:139;01['  ]| indicated, extinguished; lit, extinguished, indicated; indicated, lit,
005:139;01['  ]| extinguished. Continuing then with the light turned on to$9$ begin
005:139;01['  ]| with he had: extinguished, lit, indicated; extinguished, indicated,
005:139;01['  ]| lit; indicated, extinguished and was seriously thinking of lighting 
005:139;01['  ]| when Murphy stayed his hand.
005:139;01['  ]| The hypomanic bounced off the walls like a bluebottle in a jar.
005:139;01['  ]| Bom's switchboard the follo~wing morning informed him that the
005:139;01['  ]| hypomanic had been visited at regular intervals of ten minutes from
005:139;01['  ]| 8 pm till shortly after 4 am, then for nearly <an> a hour not at all, then
005:139;01['  ]| six times in the space of one minute, then no more. This unprecedented 
005:139;01['  ]| distribution of visits had a lasting effect on Bom and continued 
005:139;01['  ]| to$9$ baffle his ingenuity up to$4$ and including the day of his
005:139;01['  ]| death. He gave it out that Murphy had gone mad, and even went so
005:139;01['  ]| far as to$9$ say$1$ that he was not surprised. This went some way towards
005:139;01['  ]| saving the credit of his department, but none at all towards setting
005:139;01['  ]| his own mind at rest. And the Magdalen Mental Mercyseat remembers
005:139;01['  ]| Murphy to$4$ this day, with pity, derision, contempt and a touch of
005:139;01['  ]| awe, as the male nurse that went mad with his colours nailed to$4$ the
005:139;01['  ]| mast. This affords him no consolation. He is in no need of any.
005:139;01['  ]| Mr*Endon went quietly, back to$4$ his cell. It was of no consequence
005:139;01['  ]| to$4$ Mr*Endon that his hand had been stayed from restoring his Shah
005:139;01['  ]| to$4$ his square, and the hypomanic's light from off to$4$ on. It was a
005:139;01['  ]| fragment of Mr*Endon's good fortune not to$9$ be$1$ at the mercy of the
005:139;01['  ]| hand, whether another's or his own.
005:139;01['  ]| Murphy put the men back in the box, took off Mr*Endon's gown
005:139;01['  ]| and slippers and tucked him up in bed. Mr*Endon lay back and fixed
005:139;01['  ]| his eyes on some object immeasurably remote, perhaps the famous
005:139;01['  ]| ant on the sky of <an> a airless world. Murphy kneeled beside the bed,
005:139;01['  ]| which was a low one, took Mr*Endon's head in his hands and brought
005:139;01['  ]| the eyes to$9$ bear on his, or rather his on them, across a narrow gulf
005:139;01['  ]| of air, the merest hand's-breadth of air. Murphy had often inspected
005:139;01['  ]| Mr*Endon's eyes, but never with such close and prolonged attention
005:139;01['  ]| as now.
005:139;01['  ]| In shape they were remarkable, being both deep-set and protuberant, 
005:139;01['  ]| one of Nature's jokes involving sockets so widely splayed that
005:139;01['  ]| Mr*Endon's brows and cheekbones seemed to$9$ have$1$ subsided. And in
005:139;01['  ]| colour scarcely less so, having almost none. For the whites, of which
005:139;01['  ]| a sliver appeared below the upper lid, were very large indeed and
005:140;01['  ]| the pupils prodigiously dilated, as though by permanent lack of
005:140;01['  ]| light. The iris was reduced to$4$ a thin glaucous rim of spawn-like 
005:140;01['  ]| consistency, so like a ballrace between the black and white that these
005:140;01['  ]| could have$1$ started to$9$ rotate ill opposite directions, or better still the
005:140;01['  ]| same direction, without causing Murphy the least surprise. All four
005:140;01['  ]| lids were everted in <an> a ectropion of great expressiveness, a mixture
005:140;01['  ]| of cunning, depravity and rapt attention. Approaching his eyes still
005:140;01['  ]| nearer Murphy could see the red frills of mucus, a large point of 
005:140;01['  ]| suppuration at the root of <an> a upper lash, the filigree of veins like the
005:140;01['  ]| Lord's Prayer on a toenail and in the cornea, horribly reduced, obscured 
005:140;01['  ]| and distorted, his own image. They were all set, Murphy and
005:140;01['  ]| Mr*Endon, for a butterfly kiss, if that is still the correct expression.
005:140;01['  ]| Kneeling at the bedside, the hair starting in thick black ridges
005:140;01['  ]| between his fingers, his lips, nose and forehead almost touching 
005:140;01['  ]| Mr*Endon's, seeing himself stigmatized in those eyes that did not see
005:140;01['  ]| him, Murphy heard words demanding so strongly to$9$ be$1$ spoken that
005:140;01['  ]| he spoke them, right into Mr*Endon's face, Murphy who did not
005:140;01['  ]| speak at all in the ordinary way unless spoken to$5$, and not always
005:140;01['  ]| even then.
005:140;01[Z  ]| 'the last at last seen of him
005:140;01[Z  ]| himself unseen by him
005:140;01[Z  ]| and of himself'
005:140;01['  ]| A rest.
005:140;01[A  ]| 'The last Mr*Murphy saw of Mr*Endon was Mr*Murphy unseen by
005:140;01[A  ]| Mr*Endon. This was also the last Murphy saw of Murphy.'
005:140;01['  ]| A rest.
005:140;01[A  ]| 'The relation between Mr*Murphy and Mr*Endon could not have$1$
005:140;01[A  ]| been better summed up by the former's sorrow at seeing himself in
005:140;01[A  ]| the latter's immunity from seeing anything but himself.'
005:140;01['  ]| A long rest.
005:140;01[A  ]| 'Mr*Murphy is a speck in Mr*Endon's unseen.'
005:140;01['  ]| That was the whole extent of the little affatulence. He replaced
005:140;01['  ]| Mr*Endon's head firmly on the pillow, rose from his knees, left the
005:140;01['  ]| cell, and the building, without reluctance and without relief.
005:140;01['  ]| In contrast with the foredawn which was pitch black, cold and
005:140;01['  ]| damp, Murphy felt incandescent. <An> a hour previously the moon had
005:140;01['  ]| been obliged to$9$ set, and the sun could not rise for <an> a hour to$9$ come.
005:141;01['  ]| He raised his face to$4$ the starless sky, abandoned, patient, the sky,
005:141;01['  ]| not the face, which was abandoned only. He took off his shoes and
005:141;01['  ]| socks and threw them away. He set off slowly, trailing his feet,
005:141;01['  ]| through the long grass among the trees towards the male nurses'
005:141;01['  ]| quarters. He took off his clothes one by one as he went, quite 
005:141;01['  ]| forgetting they did not belong to$4$ him, and threw them away. When he
005:141;01['  ]| was naked he lay down in a tuft of soaking tuffets and tried to$9$ get a
005:141;01['  ]| picture of Celia. In vain. Of his mother. In vain. Of his father (for he
005:141;01['  ]| was not illegitimate). In vain. It was usual for him to$9$ fail with his
005:141;01['  ]| mother; and usual, though less usual, for him to$9$ fail with a woman.
005:141;01['  ]| But never before had he failed with his father. He saw the clenched
005:141;01['  ]| fists and rigid upturned face of the Child in a Giovanni Bellini 
005:141;01['  ]| Circumcision, waiting to$9$ feel the knife. He saw eyeballs being scraped,
005:141;01['  ]| first any eyeballs, then Mr*Endon's. He tried again with his father,
005:141;01['  ]| his mother, Celia, Wylie, Neary, Cooper, Miss*Dew, Miss*Carridge,
005:141;01['  ]| Nelly, the sheep, the chandlers, even Bom and Co, even Bim, even
005:141;01['  ]| Ticklepenny and Miss*Counihan, even Mr*Quigley. He tried with the
005:141;01['  ]| men, women, children and animals that belong to$4$ even worse stories
005:141;01['  ]| than this. In vain in all cases. He could not get a picture in his mind
005:141;01['  ]| of any creature he had met, animal or human. Scraps of bodies, of
005:141;01['  ]| landscapes, hands, eyes, lines and colours evoking nothing, rose and
005:141;01['  ]| climbed out of sight before him, as though reeled upward off a
005:141;01['  ]| spool level with his throat. It was his experience that this should
005:141;01['  ]| be$1$ stopped, whenever possible, before the deeper coils were reached.
005:141;01['  ]| He rose and hastened to$4$ the garret, running till he was out of breath,
005:141;01['  ]| then walking, then running again and so on. He drew up the ladder,
005:141;01['  ]| lit the dip sconced in its own grease on the floor and tied himself up
005:141;01['  ]| in the chair, dimly intending to$9$ have$1$ a short rock and then, if he felt
005:141;01['  ]| any better, ~to dress and go, before the day staff were about, leaving
005:141;01['  ]| Ticklepenny to$9$ face the music, MUSIC, MUSIC, back to$4$ Brewery
005:141;01['  ]| Road, to$4$ Celia, serenade, nocturne, albada. Dimly, very dimly. He
005:141;01['  ]| pushed off. A phrase from Suk joined in the rhythm. 
005:141;01[Z  ]| 'The square of
005:141;01[Z  ]| Moon and Solar Orb afflicts the Hyleg. Herschel in Aquarius stops
005:141;01[Z  ]| the water.' 
005:141;01['  ]| At one of the rock's dead points he saw, for a second, far
005:141;01['  ]| beneath, the dip and radiator, gleam and grin; at the other the sky-light, 
005:141;01['  ]| open to$4$ no stars. Slowly he felt better, astir in his mind, in the
005:141;01['  ]| freedom of that light and dark that did not clash, nor alternate, nor
005:141;01['  ]| fade nor lighten except to$4$ their communion. The rock got faster and
005:141;01['  ]| faster, shorter and shorter, the gleam was gone, the grin was gone,
005:142;01['  ]| the starlessness was gone, soon his body would be$1$ quiet. Most things
005:142;01['  ]| under the moon got slower and slower and then stopped, a rock got
005:142;01['  ]| faster and faster and then stopped. Soon his body would be$1$ quiet,
005:142;01['  ]| soon he would be$1$ free.
005:142;01['  ]| The gas went on in the wc, excellent gas, superfine chaos.
005:142;01['  ]| Soon his body was quiet.
005:143;00[U  ]| <Twelve>
005:143;01['  ]| Forenoon, Wednesday, October the 23rd. Not a cloud left in the
005:143;01['  ]| sky.
005:143;01['  ]| Cooper sat ~~ \sat!\ ~~ beside the driver, Wylie between Celia and
005:143;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan, Neary on one bracket-seat with his legs on the other
005:143;01['  ]| and his back against the door, a very perilous position for Neary.
005:143;01['  ]| Neary considered himself better off than Wylie because he could see
005:143;01['  ]| Celia's face, which was turned to$4$ the window. And Wylie considered
005:143;01['  ]| himself better off than Neary, especially when they came to$4$ a cobbled
005:143;01['  ]| surface or turned a corner. Faces held up Neary a little longer than
005:143;01['  ]| they did Wylie.
005:143;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan's face was also turned to$4$ the window, but in vain,
005:143;01['  ]| as she read there unmistakably. This did not greatly trouble her$2$.
005:143;01['  ]| They would never get any more than they were getting now, which
005:143;01['  ]| she did not do$1$ them the credit of assessing at a very large amount.
005:143;01['  ]| Indeed, they would never again get as much as the little that would
005:143;01['  ]| shortly be$1$ withdrawn. Then they would come ramping to$4$ her$6$ again.
005:143;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan could think ill of her$2$ partners, past, present and
005:143;01['  ]| prospective, without prejudice to$4$ herself. This is a faculty that no
005:143;01['  ]| young man or woman, stepping down into the sexpit, should be$1$
005:143;01['  ]| without.
005:143;01['  ]| For all except Celia, whose affective mechanisms seemed to$9$ be$1$
005:143;01['  ]| arrested, it was like being in the chief mourners' cab, so strong was
005:143;01['  ]| the feeling of getaway. Indeed, Brewery Road had become intolerable. 
005:144;01['  ]| The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion
005:144;01['  ]| and disgust.
005:144;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan would not have$1$ minded going up to$4$ Wylie if Celia
005:144;01['  ]| had not minded Neary coming down to$4$ her$2$. Nor would Wylie have$1$
005:144;01['  ]| objected in the least going down to$4$ Celia if Miss*Counihan had not
005:144;01['  ]| objected most strongly to$4$ going up to$4$ Neary. Nor would Neary have$1$
005:144;01['  ]| been less than delighted to$9$ go down to$4$ either, or have$1$ either come up
005:144;01['  ]| to$4$ him, if both had not been more than averse to$4$ his attentions,
005:144;01['  ]| whether on the first floor or the second.
005:144;01['  ]| Accordingly Celia and Miss*Counihan continued to$9$ share the bed
005:144;01['  ]| in the big room, the latter shedding lights on Murphy that were no
005:144;01['  ]| credit to$4$ herself and no news to$4$ the former; and Neary and Wylie to$9$
005:144;01['  ]| take spells in the bed in the old boy's room, each evoking Celia 
005:144;01['  ]| according to$4$ disposition.
005:144;01['  ]| So Neary and Celia cease slowly to$9$ need Murphy. He, that he may
005:144;01['  ]| need her$6$; she, that she may rest from need.
005:144;01['  ]| To$9$ cap all Cooper was given a shakedown in the kitchen. Through
005:144;01['  ]| the keyhole Miss*Carridge watched him, settling down for the night
005:144;01['  ]| in his socks, moleskins, shirt and hat. A dull coucher for 
005:144;01['  ]| Miss*Carridge.
005:144;01['  ]| For two days and three nights they did not leave the house. Neary,
005:144;01['  ]| because distrusting his associates singly and as a pair he feared lest
005:144;01['  ]| Murphy should arrive while he was absent; Wylie and Miss*Counihan, 
005:144;01['  ]| for the same reason; Cooper, because he was forbidden; Celia,
005:144;01['  ]| because it did not occur to$4$ her$6$; Miss*Carridge, because she had no
005:144;01['  ]| time. It seemed as though none of them would ever go out again,
005:144;01['  ]| when relief arrived in the shape of <an> a assurance from 
005:144;01['  ]| Dr*Angus*Killiecrankie that so far as the fear of missing Murphy was concerned, 
005:144;01['  ]| they might all take the air without the least anxiety.
005:144;01['  ]| Nothing was said on the way down. For the little they knew of the
005:144;01['  ]| little they felt could with no more propriety be$1$ acknowledged than
005:144;01['  ]| denied. Celia leaning back with her$2$ face to$4$ the window was aware
005:144;01['  ]| only of all the colours of light streaming back into the past and the
005:144;01['  ]| seat thrusting her$6$ forward. Miss*Counihan pressed her$2$ bosom with
005:144;01['  ]| vague relish against the lesser of two evils that had befallen her$2$. So
005:144;01['  ]| long as she had not lost Murphy thus beyond recall, the risk subsisted 
005:144;01['  ]| of his setting her$6$ simply aside without more, which would have$1$
005:144;01['  ]| been bad, or in favour of Celia, which would have$1$ been awful, or of
005:144;01['  ]| some other slut, which would have$1$ been pretty bad also. In a somewhat 
005:145;01['  ]| similar way Neary, for whom the sight of Celia had restored
005:145;01['  ]| Murphy from being <an> a end in himself to$4$ his initial condition of
005:145;01['  ]| obstacle (or key), had cause to$9$ be$1$ pleased with the turn events had
005:145;01['  ]| taken. And to$4$ Wylie, between jolts and corners, the only phrase to$9$
005:145;01['  ]| propose itself was: 
005:145;01[F  ]| 'Did not I tell you she would lead us to$4$ him?' 
005:145;01['  ]| But
005:145;01['  ]| politeness and candour run together, when one is not fitting neither
005:145;01['  ]| is the other. Then the occasion calls for silence, that frail partition
005:145;01['  ]| between the ill-concealed and the ill-revealed, the clumsily false and
005:145;01['  ]| the unavoidably so.
005:145;01['  ]| They were received at the Mercyseat by Dr*Angus*Killiecrankie,
005:145;01['  ]| the Outer Hebridean RMS, <an> a eminescent home county authority and
005:145;01['  ]| devout Mottist. He was a large, bony, stooping, ruddy man, bluff but
005:145;01['  ]| morose, with <an> a antiquary's cowl whiskers, mottled market-gardener's 
005:145;01['  ]| hands thickly overlaid with pink lanugo, and eyes red
005:145;01['  ]| with straining for degenerative changes. He tucked up his whiskers
005:145;01['  ]| and said:
005:145;01[M  ]| 'Mrs*Murphy?'
005:145;01[E  ]| 'I fear we were just his very dear friends,' 
005:145;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:145;01['  ]| Dr*Killiecrankie drew a singed envelope from his pocket and held
005:145;01['  ]| it up with the air of a conjuror displaying the ace. It bore the name
005:145;01['  ]| of Mrs*Murphy and the address in Brewery Road, pencilled in laborious 
005:145;01['  ]| capitals.
005:145;01[M  ]| 'This was all we had to$9$ go on,' 
005:145;01['  ]| he said. 
005:145;01[M  ]| 'If he had any other papers,
005:145;01[M  ]| they were consoomed.'
005:145;01['  ]| Neary, Wylie and Miss*Counihan flung out their hands with one
005:145;01['  ]| accord.
005:145;01[B  ]| 'I will see she gets it,' 
005:145;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:145;01[F  ]| 'Without fail,' 
005:145;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:145;01[E  ]| 'His very dear friends,' 
005:145;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan.
005:145;01['  ]| Dr*Killiecrankie put up the envelope and led the way.
005:145;01['  ]| The mortuary was at its bungaloidest, the traveller's joy gleamed
005:145;01['  ]| wanly with its pale old wood, the scarlet ampelopsis quenched the
005:145;01['  ]| brick. Bim and Ticklepenny were sitting cheek by jowl on the
005:145;01['  ]| dazzling granite step, and out in the middle of the forecourt of lawn
005:145;01['  ]| a short but willowy male figure, dressed wearily in black and striped,
005:145;01['  ]| his lithe bowler laid crown downwards on the grass beside him, was
005:145;01['  ]| making violent golfing movements with his umbrella. Appearances
005:145;01['  ]| were not deceptive, it was the county coroner.
005:145;01['  ]| They entered the mortuary, when the little duel between RMS
005:146;01['  ]| and coroner as to$4$ which would pass second had been amicably
005:146;01['  ]| settled without dishonour, in the following order: RMS and coroner,
005:146;01['  ]| twined together; Neary; Miss*Counihan; Celia; Wylie; Cooper;
005:146;01['  ]| Ticklepenny and Bim, wreathed together. They proceeded directly
005:146;01['  ]| along a short passage, flanked on either hand with immense double-decker 
005:146;01['  ]| refrigerators, six in all, to$4$ the post-mortem room, a sudden
005:146;01['  ]| lancination of white and silver, to$4$ the north <an> a unbroken bay of
005:146;01['  ]| glass frosted to$4$ a height of five feet from the floor and reaching to$4$
005:146;01['  ]| the ceiling. Outside the horns of yew had the hopeless harbour-mouth 
005:146;01['  ]| look, the arms of two that can reach no farther, or of one in
005:146;01['  ]| supplication, the patient impotence of charity or prayer.
005:146;01['  ]| Bim and Ticklepenny paused in the passage to$9$ collect Murphy.
005:146;01['  ]| They slid him out on his aluminium tray, they carried him into the
005:146;01['  ]| pm room, they laid him out on the slab of ruin marble in the key of
005:146;01['  ]| the bay. In the narrow space to$4$ the north of the slab Dr*Killiecrankie
005:146;01['  ]| and the coroner took up the demonstrative attitude. Bim and Ticklepenny 
005:146;01['  ]| awaited the signal at the head and foot of the tray, the four
005:146;01['  ]| corners of the sheet gathered in their hands. The rest drooped in a
005:146;01['  ]| crescent near the door. Celia watched a brown stain on the shroud
005:146;01['  ]| where the iron had scorched it. Wylie supported Miss*Counihan,
005:146;01['  ]| mistress of the graded swoon, who closed her$2$ eyes and murmured,
005:146;01[E  ]| 'Tell me when to$9$ look.' 
005:146;01['  ]| Neary remarking with a shock that Cooper
005:146;01['  ]| had taken off his hat and that his head was apparently quite normal,
005:146;01['  ]| except that the hair was perhaps rather more abundant than is usual
005:146;01['  ]| in men of Cooper's age, and horribly matted, suddenly realized that
005:146;01['  ]| Cooper had sat all the way from Brewery Road.
005:146;01[N  ]| 'These remains,' 
005:146;01['  ]| said the coroner in his nancy soprano, 
005:146;01[N  ]| 'were
005:146;01[N  ]| deposited just within my county, my county, I am most heartily
005:146;01[N  ]| sorry to$9$ say$1$. Another long putt and I would be$1$ sinking them now.'
005:146;01['  ]| He closed his eyes and struck a long putt. The ball left the club
005:146;01['  ]| with the sweet sound of a flute, flowed across the green, struck the
005:146;01['  ]| back of the tin, spouted a foot into the air, fell plumb into the hole,
005:146;01['  ]| bubbled and was still. He sighed and hurried on:
005:146;01[N  ]| 'My function perhaps it is part of my duty to$9$ inform you is to$9$
005:146;01[N  ]| determine, one, who is dead, and, two, how. With regard to$4$ the
005:146;01[N  ]| latter matter, the latter matter, happily it need not detain us, thanks
005:146;01[N  ]| to$4$ the, how shall I say$1$ ~~?'
005:146;01[M  ]| 'The irrrefragible post-mortem appearance,' 
005:146;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:146;01[M  ]| 'Mr*Clinch, please.'
005:147;01['  ]| Bim and Ticklepenny lifted the sheet. Celia started forward.
005:147;01[M  ]| 'One moment,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie. 
005:147;01[M  ]| 'Thank you, Mr*Clinch.'
005:147;01['  ]| Bim and Ticklepenny lowered the sheet. Celia remained standing a
005:147;01['  ]| little in advance of the others.
005:147;01[N  ]| 'I say shock following burns,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:147;01[N  ]| 'without the
005:147;01[N  ]| slightest hesitation.'
005:147;01[M  ]| 'Not the slightest,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:147;01[N  ]| 'Death by burns,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:147;01[N  ]| 'perhaps I am expected to$9$ add,
005:147;01[N  ]| is a wholly unscientific condition. Burns always shocks, I beg your
005:147;01[N  ]| pardon, my dear Angus, always shock, sometimes more, sometimes
005:147;01[N  ]| less, according to$4$ their strength, their locus and the shockability of
005:147;01[N  ]| the burner. The same is true of scalds.'
005:147;01[M  ]| 'Sepsis does not arise,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:147;01[N  ]| 'My physiology is rather rusty,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:147;01[N  ]| 'but no doubt it
005:147;01[N  ]| was not required.'
005:147;01[M  ]| 'We arrived too late for sepsis to$9$ arise,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:147;01[M  ]| 'The shock was ample.'
005:147;01[N  ]| 'Then suppose we say severe shock following burns,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said the
005:147;01['  ]| coroner, 
005:147;01[N  ]| 'to$9$ be$1$ absolutely clear.'
005:147;01[M  ]| 'Yes,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:147;01[M  ]| 'or severe shock following severe
005:147;01[M  ]| burrrns. I do not think that is too strong.'
005:147;01[N  ]| 'By all means,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:147;01[N  ]| 'severe burns let it be$1$, followed by
005:147;01[N  ]| severe shock. So much for the \7modus 7morendi,\ the \7modus 7morendi.\'
005:147;01[B  ]| '<An> a accident?' 
005:147;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:147;01['  ]| The coroner stood quite still for a moment with the stupefied, almost 
005:147;01['  ]| idiot, expression of one who is not quite sure if a joke has
005:147;01['  ]| been made, nor, if so, in what it consists. Then he said:
005:147;01[N  ]| 'I beg your pardon.'
005:147;01['  ]| Neary repeated his question, on a rising note. The coroner opened
005:147;01['  ]| and closed his mouth a number of times, threw up his arms and
005:147;01['  ]| turned aside. But words never failed Dr*Killiecrankie, that for him
005:147;01['  ]| would have$1$ been tantamount to$4$ loose thinking, so up went the 
005:147;01['  ]| whiskers.
005:147;01[M  ]| 'A classical case of misadventure.'
005:147;01['  ]| Unromantic to$4$ the last, thought Miss*Counihan. She had taken
005:147;01['  ]| out her$2$ leaving certificate.
005:147;01[N  ]| 'Before we get completely out of our depth,' 
005:147;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:147;01[N  ]| 'perhaps 
005:147;01[N  ]| there is something else the gentleman here would like to$9$ know.
005:147;01[N  ]| Whether for example it was a Brymay safety that exploded the mixture, 
005:148;01[N  ]| or a wax vesta. Such poor lights as I possess are his to$9$ 
005:148;01[N  ]| extinguish.'
005:148;01['  ]| Neary attended to$4$ his nose with studied insolence. Wylie felt
005:148;01['  ]| proud of his acquaintance, for the first time.
005:148;01[N  ]| 'Then perhaps I may venture to$9$ proceed,' 
005:148;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:148;01[N  ]| 'to$4$
005:148;01[N  ]| the other matter, the identity of the ac ~~ the deceased. Here I need
005:148;01[N  ]| hardly say$1$ we find ourselves embarrassed by that very feature of the
005:148;01[N  ]| ~~ the ~~'
005:148;01[M  ]| 'Tragic occurrence,' 
005:148;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:148;01[N  ]| 'Very feature of the tragic occurrence that stood us in such good
005:148;01[N  ]| stead in the matter of the manner of death. The matter of the manner
005:148;01[N  ]| of death. Still we must not complain. What does the poet say$1$,
005:148;01[N  ]| Angus, perhaps you remember?'
005:148;01[M  ]| 'What poet?' 
005:148;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:148;01[N  ]| '"Never the rose without the thorn",' 
005:148;01['  ]| said the coroner. 
005:148;01[N  ]| 'I quote
005:148;01[N  ]| from memory, bitter memory.'
005:148;01[M  ]| 'Mr*Clinch, please,' 
005:148;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:148;01['  ]| Bim and Ticklepenny reached forward with their corners, Bim received 
005:148;01['  ]| the shroud in folio, converted it deftly into octavo, and both
005:148;01['  ]| stood back. The very dear friends moved up to$4$ the slab, Celia in the
005:148;01['  ]| centre and still a little to$4$ the fore.
005:148;01[N  ]| 'By all accounts,' 
005:148;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:148;01[N  ]| 'if I may say$1$ so without
005:148;01[N  ]| prejudice, it was a person abounding in distinctive marks, both mental 
005:148;01[N  ]| and physical. But ~~'
005:148;01[M  ]| 'You forget the moral,' 
005:148;01['  ]| sneered Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:148;01[M  ]| 'and the spiritual,
005:148;01[M  ]| or as some say, functional.'
005:148;01[N  ]| 'But whether ~~'
005:148;01[M  ]| 'Remarkable for the pertinacity,' 
005:148;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:148;01[M  ]| with which
005:148;01[M  ]| they elude the closest autopsy.'
005:148;01[N  ]| 'But whether any of these have survived the conflagration,' 
005:148;01['  ]| continued 
005:148;01['  ]| the coroner, 
005:148;01[N  ]| 'is a question that I for one, and I should
005:148;01[N  ]| imagine all those who were not of the inner circle, can not presume
005:148;01[N  ]| to$9$ decide. It is here that you may help us.'
005:148;01['  ]| Such a silence followed these words that the faint hum of the
005:148;01['  ]| refrigerators could be$1$ heard. The eyes of all, seventeen in all, strayed
005:148;01['  ]| and mingled among the remains.
005:148;01['  ]| How various are the ways of looking away! Bim and Ticklepenny
005:148;01['  ]| raised their heads together, their eyes met in a look both tender and
005:148;01['  ]| ardent, they were alive and well and had each other. Dr*Killiecrankie
005:149;01['  ]| slowly sunk his head, till he was nothing but legs, skull and whiskers. 
005:149;01['  ]| He owed not a little of his reputation to$4$ this gift of seeming to$9$
005:149;01['  ]| brood when in fact his mind was entirely blank. The coroner did not
005:149;01['  ]| move his head, he simply let go the focus and ceased to$9$ see. Neary
005:149;01['  ]| and Wylie diverted their attention calmly to$4$ other things, the 
005:149;01['  ]| appointments of the room, beyond the glass the bright green and the
005:149;01['  ]| dark green, leaning on the blue of heaven. The disclaimer was evident. 
005:149;01['  ]| One rapid glance from his solitary eye was enough for Cooper,
005:149;01['  ]| whom the least little thing upset. Miss*Counihan looked away and
005:149;01['  ]| back, away and back, surprised and pleased to$9$ find she was of such
005:149;01['  ]| stern stuff, annoyed that no trace remained of what she had known,
005:149;01['  ]| chagrined that she could not exclaim, before them all, pointing to$4$
005:149;01['  ]| her$2$ justification: 
005:149;01[E  ]| 'This is Murphy, whose very dear friend I was.'
005:149;01['  ]| Celia alone seemed capable of giving her$2$ undivided attention to$4$ the
005:149;01['  ]| matter in hand, her$2$ eyes continued to$9$ move patiently, gravely and
005:149;01['  ]| intently among the remains long after the others had ceased to$9$
005:149;01['  ]| look, long after Miss*Counihan herself had despaired of establishing
005:149;01['  ]| the closeness of her$2$ acquaintance.
005:149;01['  ]| From his dream of pins split and bunkers set at nought the coroner
005:149;01['  ]| came to$5$ with a start and said:
005:149;01[N  ]| 'Any luck?'
005:149;01[C  ]| 'Could you turn him over?' 
005:149;01['  ]| said Celia, her$2$ first words for fully
005:149;01['  ]| sixty hours, her$2$ first request for longer than she could have$1$ 
005:149;01['  ]| remembered.
005:149;01[N  ]| 'By all means,' 
005:149;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:149;01[N  ]| 'though I fancy you have seen the
005:149;01[N  ]| best of him.'
005:149;01[M  ]| 'Mr*Clinch,' 
005:149;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:149;01['  ]| The remains having been turned over, Celia addressed herself
005:149;01['  ]| with a suddenly confident air to$4$ the farther of the charred buttocks
005:149;01['  ]| and found at once what she sought. She put her$2$ finger lightly on the
005:149;01['  ]| spot and said:
005:149;01[C  ]| 'Here he had a big birthmark.'
005:149;01['  ]| Coroner and RMS pounced on the find.
005:149;01[M  ]| 'Beyond the slightest doubt,' 
005:149;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:149;01[M  ]| '<an> a extensive
005:149;01[M  ]| capillary angioma of most unusual situation.'
005:149;01[N  ]| 'A proper port-winer,' 
005:149;01['  ]| said the coroner. 
005:149;01[N  ]| 'The afterglow is 
005:149;01[N  ]| unmistakable.'
005:149;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan burst into tears.
005:149;01[E  ]| 'I knew of no such mark,' 
005:149;01[E  ]| she cried, 
005:149;01[E  ]| 'I do not believe he ever had
005:150;01[E  ]| horrid mark like that, I do not believe it is my Murphy at all, it
005:150;01[E  ]| does not look at \all\ like him, I do not believe ~~'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'There there,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:150;01[B  ]| 'There there. There there.'
005:150;01[N  ]| 'How beautiful in a way,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:150;01[N  ]| 'birthmark deathmark,
005:150;01[N  ]| I mean, rounding off the life somehow, do not you think, full circle,
005:150;01[N  ]| you know, eh, Angus?'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'There there,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:150;01[B  ]| 'No man is without blemish.'
005:150;01[N  ]| 'Well,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:150;01[N  ]| 'now that we know who is dead, who is?'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'Mr*Murphy,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:150;01[B  ]| 'native of the city of Dublin.'
005:150;01[N  ]| 'Dear old indelible Dublin,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner. 
005:150;01[N  ]| 'Our only female link
005:150;01[N  ]| passed peacefully away in the Coombe, a month and a half before
005:150;01[N  ]| her$2$ time, under the second George. Christian name. Next-of-kin.'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'None,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary. 
005:150;01[B  ]| 'A Dutch uncle.'
005:150;01[N  ]| 'Who the devil are you?' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner.
005:150;01[E  ]| 'His very dear friends,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:150;01[E  ]| 'His dearest friends.'
005:150;01[F  ]| 'How often have you to$9$ be$1$ told?' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:150;01[N  ]| 'Was it to$4$ Murphy he answered,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:150;01[N  ]| 'or only to$4$ 
005:150;01[N  ]| Mr*Murphy?'
005:150;01[M  ]| 'Mr*Clinch,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:150;01['  ]| They covered the tray and carried it out to$4$ the refrigerators.
005:150;01['  ]| Neary saw Clonmachnois on the slab, the castle of the O'Melaghlins,
005:150;01['  ]| meadow, eskers, thatch on white, something red, the wide bright
005:150;01['  ]| water, Connaught.
005:150;01[N  ]| 'And this young lady,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:150;01[N  ]| 'who knew him in such
005:150;01[N  ]| detail, such opportune detail ~~'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'Miss*Celia*Kelly,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:150;01[N  ]| 'Did Miss*Kelly murmur Murphy,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:150;01[N  ]| or 
005:150;01[N  ]| Mr*Murphy?'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'Damn you and blast you,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:150;01[B  ]| 'the man was unbaptized.
005:150;01[B  ]| What the bloody hell more do you want?'
005:150;01[M  ]| 'And this Mrs*Murrrphy,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:150;01[M  ]| 'who was she? The
005:150;01[M  ]| Dutch uncle?'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'There is no Mrs*Murphy,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:150;01[N  ]| '<An> a epigram,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner, 
005:150;01[N  ]| 'has been attempted.'
005:150;01[B  ]| 'Miss*Kelly would have$1$ been Mrs*Murphy,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Neary 
005:150;01[B  ]| 'if 
005:150;01[B  ]| Mr*Murphy had been spared a little longer.'
005:150;01[N  ]| 'One would have$1$ thought so,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said the coroner.
005:150;01['  ]| Cooper and Wylie supported Miss*Counihan.
005:150;01[C  ]| 'No,' 
005:150;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:151;01['  ]| With a bow Dr*Killiecrankie handed the letter to$4$ Celia, who
005:151;01['  ]| handed it to$4$ Neary, who opened it, read, reread, hesitated, read
005:151;01['  ]| again and said at last:
005:151;01[B  ]| 'With Miss*Kelly's permission ~~.'
005:151;01[C  ]| 'Is there anything more?' 
005:151;01['  ]| said Celia. 
005:151;01[C  ]| 'I should like to$9$ go.'
005:151;01[M  ]| 'This may concern you,' 
005:151;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:151;01[M  ]| 'since it appears to$9$
005:151;01[M  ]| be$1$ addressed to$4$ you.'
005:151;01['  ]| Neary read out:
005:151;01[B  ]| 'With regard to$4$ the disposal of these my body, mind and soul, I
005:151;01[B  ]| desire that they be burnt and placed in a paper bag and brought
005:151;01[B  ]| to$4$ the Abbey Theatre, Lr Abbey Street, Dublin, and without pause
005:151;01[B  ]| into what the great and good Lord Chesterfield calls the necessary
005:151;01[B  ]| house, where their happiest hours have been spent, on the right
005:151;01[B  ]| as one goes down into the pit, and I desire that the chain be there
005:151;01[B  ]| pulled upon them, if possible during the performance of a piece,
005:151;01[B  ]| the whole to$9$ be$1$ executed without ceremony or show of grief.'
005:151;01['  ]| Neary continued to$9$ gaze on the sheet for some time after he had
005:151;01['  ]| ceased to$9$ read. At last he put it back in the envelope and handed it
005:151;01['  ]| to$4$ Celia, who grasped it to$9$ tear it across, remembered her$2$ solitude
005:151;01['  ]| was not without witnesses and contented herself for the time being
005:151;01['  ]| with crumpling it in the palm of her$2$ hand.
005:151;01[N  ]| 'The necessary house,' 
005:151;01['  ]| said the coroner, catching up his hat and
005:151;01['  ]| umbrella.
005:151;01[E  ]| 'Their happiest hours,' 
005:151;01['  ]| groaned Miss*Counihan. 
005:151;01[E  ]| 'When is it dated?'
005:151;01[F  ]| 'Burnt,' 
005:151;01['  ]| said Wylie.
005:151;01[M  ]| 'Body and all,' 
005:151;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:151;01['  ]| Bim and Ticklepenny had gone, already they were far away, behind
005:151;01['  ]| a tree, in the sun.
005:151;01[J  ]| 'Leave me among the slops,' 
005:151;01['  ]| begged Ticklepenny, 
005:151;01[J  ]| 'do not send me
005:151;01[J  ]| back to$4$ the wards.'
005:151;01[W1 ]| 'Darling,' 
005:151;01['  ]| said Bim, 
005:151;01[W1 ]| 'that is entirely up to$4$ you.'
005:151;01['  ]| The coroner had gone, he unbuttoned his black and striped with
005:151;01['  ]| one hand and drove with the other, sweater and slacks would soon
005:151;01['  ]| enfold him.
005:151;01['  ]| Celia was going.
005:151;01[M  ]| 'Just one moment,' 
005:151;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie. 
005:151;01[M  ]| 'What arrangements do
005:151;01[M  ]| you wish to$9$ make?'
005:152;01[B  ]| 'Arrangements?' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:152;01[M  ]| 'The essence of all cold storage,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:152;01[M  ]| 'is a free
005:152;01[M  ]| turnover. I need every refrigerator.'
005:152;01[C  ]| 'I shall be$1$ outside,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:152;01['  ]| Neary and Wylie listened for the sound of the outer door opened
005:152;01['  ]| and closed. It did not come and Neary stopped listening. Then it
005:152;01['  ]| came, neither loudly nor softly, and Wylie stopped listening.
005:152;01[E  ]| 'Surely his last wish is sacred,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Miss*Counihan. 
005:152;01[E  ]| 'Surely we
005:152;01[E  ]| are bound to$9$ honour it.'
005:152;01[F  ]| 'Hardly his last, I fancy,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Wylie, 
005:152;01[F  ]| 'all things considered.'
005:152;01[B  ]| 'Do you incinerate here?' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:152;01['  ]| Dr*Killiecrankie confessed to$4$ a small close furnace of the reverberatory
005:152;01['  ]| type, in which the toughest body, mind and soul could be$1$
005:152;01['  ]| relied on to$9$ revert, in under <an> a hour, for the negligible sum of thirty
005:152;01['  ]| shillings, to$4$ <an> a ash of <an> a eminently portable quantity.
005:152;01['  ]| Neary slapped down his cheque-book on the slab, wrote four 
005:152;01['  ]| cheques and handed them round. To$4$ Miss*Counihan and Wylie he
005:152;01['  ]| said goodbye, to$4$ Cooper 
005:152;01[B  ]| 'Wait', 
005:152;01['  ]| to$4$ Dr*Killiecrankie, 
005:152;01[B  ]| 'I trust you will
005:152;01[B  ]| accept my cheque.'
005:152;01[M  ]| 'Accompanied by your card,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie. 
005:152;01[M  ]| 'Thank you.'
005:152;01[B  ]| 'When it is ready,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Neary, 
005:152;01[B  ]| 'give it to$4$ this man, and to$4$ no one
005:152;01[B  ]| else.'
005:152;01[M  ]| 'This is all rather irregular,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Dr*Killiecrankie.
005:152;01[B  ]| 'Life is all rather irregular,' 
005:152;01['  ]| said Neary.
005:152;01['  ]| Miss*Counihan and Wylie had gone. The scarlet leaves drooped
005:152;01['  ]| over them, they consulted together. Neary had not distinguished
005:152;01['  ]| between their services, or their sexes, but had been no ungenerous
005:152;01['  ]| with <an> a even hand. She, in obedience to$4$ <an> a impulse of long standing,
005:152;01['  ]| seized him passionately by the Fifty Shilling lapels and cried:
005:152;01[E  ]| 'Do not leave me, oh do not walk out on me at this unspeakable
005:152;01[E  ]| juncture.'
005:152;01['  ]| She impeded his view, he caught her$6$ by the wrists, she tightened
005:152;01['  ]| her$2$ hold and continued.
005:152;01[E  ]| 'Oh hand in hand let us return to$4$ the dear land of our birth, the
005:152;01[E  ]| bays, the bogs, the moors, the glens, the lakes, the rivers, the
005:152;01[E  ]| streams, the brooks, the mists, the ~~ er ~~ fens, the ~~ er ~~ glens, by
005:152;01[E  ]| tonight's mail-train.'
005:152;01['  ]| Not only was there no sign of Celia, but in <an> a hour the banks
005:152;01['  ]| would close. Wylie squeezed open the hands and hastened away. He
005:153;01['  ]| had indeed to$9$ leave her$6$, but not for long, for his tastes were expensive
005:153;01['  ]| and Cooper had whispered that the Cox was dead. Miss*Counihan
005:153;01['  ]| followed slowly.
005:153;01['  ]| The Cox had swallowed 110 aspirins following the breaking off of
005:153;01['  ]| a friendship with a Mr*Sacha*Few, <an> a anti-vivisection worker.
005:153;01['  ]| Neary and Cooper came out, closely followed by Dr*Killiecrankie,
005:153;01['  ]| who locked the mortuary, fixed Cooper with his eye, pointed to$4$ the
005:153;01['  ]| ground at his feet, said, 
005:153;01[M  ]| 'Be here is <an> a hour', 
005:153;01['  ]| and was gone.
005:153;01['  ]| Neary seeing Wylie afar off, Miss*Counihan following slowly and
005:153;01['  ]| no sign of Celia, said, 
005:153;01[B  ]| 'Dump it anywhere', 
005:153;01['  ]| and hastened away.
005:153;01['  ]| Cooper called after him:
005:153;01[G  ]| 'She is dead.'
005:153;01['  ]| Neary stopped but did not turn. He thought for a second that
005:153;01['  ]| Celia was meant. Then he corrected himself and exulted.
005:153;01[G  ]| 'Some time,' 
005:153;01['  ]| said Cooper.
005:153;01['  ]| Neary went on, Cooper stood looking after him. Wylie having
005:153;01['  ]| travelled twice as fast as Miss*Counihan, disappeared round the corner
005:153;01['  ]| of the main block. Miss*Counihan turned, saw Neary coming up
005:153;01['  ]| behind her$6$ at a great pace, stopped, then advanced slowly to$9$ meet
005:153;01['  ]| him. Neary tacked sharply, straightened up when she made no move
005:153;01['  ]| to$9$ cut him off and passed her$6$ rapidly at a comfortable remove, his
005:153;01['  ]| hat raised in salute and his head averted. Miss*Counihan followed
005:153;01['  ]| slowly.
005:153;01['  ]| Cooper did not know what had happened to$9$ set him free of those
005:153;01['  ]| feelings that for so many years had forbidden him to$9$ take a seat or
005:153;01['  ]| uncover his head, nor did he pause to$9$ inquire. he placed his ancient
005:153;01['  ]| bowler crown upward on the step, squatted high above it,took careful
005:153;01['  ]| aim through his crutch, closed his eye, set his teeth, flung his
005:153;01['  ]| feet forward into space and came down on his buttocks with the force
005:153;01['  ]| of a pile ram. No second blow was necessary.
005:153;01['  ]| The furnace would not draw, it was past five o'clock before Cooper
005:153;01['  ]| got away from the Mercyseat with the parcel of ash under his arm.
005:153;01['  ]| It must have$1$ weighed well on four pounds. Various ways of getting
005:153;01['  ]| rid of it suggested themselves to$4$ him on the way to$4$ the station.
005:153;01['  ]| Finally he decided that the most convenient and inconspicuous was 
005:153;01['  ]| to$9$ drop it in the first considerable receptacle for refuse that he came
005:153;01['  ]| to$4$. In Dublin he need only have$1$ sat down on the nearest bench and
005:153;01['  ]| waited. Soon one of the gloomy dustmen would have$1$ come, wheeling
005:153;01['  ]| his cart marked, 
005:153;01[Z  ]| 'Post your litter here.' 
005:153;01['  ]| But London was less conscious
005:154;01['  ]| of her$2$ garbage, she had not given her$2$ scavenging to$4$ aliens.
005:154;01['  ]| He was turning into the station, without having met any considerable 
005:154;01['  ]| receptacle for refuse, when a burst of music made him halt
005:154;01['  ]| and turn. It was the pub across the way, opening for the evening
005:154;01['  ]| session. The lights sprang up in the saloon, the doors burst open,
005:154;01['  ]| the radio struck up. He crossed the street and stood on the threshold.
005:154;01['  ]| The floor was palest ochre, the pin-tables shone like silver, the
005:154;01['  ]| quoits board had a net, the stools the high rungs that he loved, the
005:154;01['  ]| whisky was in glass tanks, a slow cascando of pellucid yellows. A
005:154;01['  ]| man brushed past him into the saloon, one of the millions that had 
005:154;01['  ]| been waiting for a drink for the past two hours. Cooper followed 
005:154;01['  ]| slowly and sat down at the bar, for the first time in more than
005:154;01['  ]| twenty years.
005:154;01[W11]| 'What are you taking, friend?' 
005:154;01['  ]| said the man.
005:154;01[G  ]| 'The first is mine,' 
005:154;01['  ]| said Cooper, his voice trembling.
005:154;01['  ]| Some hours later Cooper took the packet of ash from his pocket,
005:154;01['  ]| where earlier in the evening he had put it for greater security, and
005:154;01['  ]| threw it angrily at a man who had given him great offence. It bounced,
005:154;01['  ]| burst, off the wall on to$4$ the floor, where at once it became the object
005:154;01['  ]| of much dribbling, passing, trapping, shooting, punching, heading
005:154;01['  ]| and even some recognition from the gentleman's code. By closing 
005:154;01['  ]| time the body, mind and soul of Murphy were freely distributed over
005:154;01['  ]| the floor of the saloon; and before another dayspring greyened the
005:154;01['  ]| earth had been swept away with the sand, the beer, the butts, the
005:154;01['  ]| glass, the matches, the spits, the vomit.
005:155;01[U  ]| <Thirteen>
005:155;01['  ]| Late afternoon, Saturday, October the 26th. A mild, clear, sunless
005:155;01['  ]| day, sudden gentle eddies of rotting leaves, branches still against
005:155;01['  ]| the still sky, from a chimney a pine of smoke.
005:155;01['  ]| Celia wheeled Mr*Willoughby*Kelly south along the Broad Walk.
005:155;01['  ]| He wore his kiting costume, a glistening slicker many sizes too large
005:155;01['  ]| for him and a yachting-cap many sizes too small, though the smallest
005:155;01['  ]| and largest of their kind obtainable. he sat bolt upright, with one
005:155;01['  ]| gloved hand clutching the winch, with the other the kite furled and
005:155;01['  ]| in its sheath, and his blue eyes blazed in the depths of their sockets.
005:155;01['  ]| To$4$ either side of him the levers flailed the air with heavy strokes,
005:155;01['  ]| causing a light draught that he found not unpleasant, for he burned
005:155;01['  ]| with excitement.
005:155;01['  ]| At the top of the incline he laid the winch and kite in his lap and
005:155;01['  ]| seized the pulls. it was the signal for Celia to$9$ let go. his arms flased
005:155;01['  ]| back and forth, faster and faster as the chair gathered speed, until
005:155;01['  ]| he was rocking crazily along at a good 12 mph, a danger to$4$ himself
005:155;01['  ]| and to$4$ others. Then resisting with one hand the pull, with the other
005:155;01['  ]| the thrust of the levers, he brought himself smoothly to$9$ rest level
005:155;01['  ]| with the statue of Queen Victoria, whom he greatly admired, as a
005:155;01['  ]| woman and as a queen.
005:155;01['  ]| It was only in the legs and face that Mr*Kelly was badly gone, he
005:155;01['  ]| still had plenty of vigour in his arms and torso.
005:155;01['  ]| He as as fond of his chair in his own way as Murphy had been
005:155;01['  ]| of his.
005:156;01['  ]| Celia was a long time coming. He unwrapped the old silk kite,
005:156;01['  ]| stained and faded hexagon of crimson, stretched it on its asterisk of
005:156;01['  ]| sticks, made fast the tail and line, tested the tassels one by one. One
005:156;01['  ]| just such milky Saturday afternoon many years previously a regular
005:156;01['  ]| had said: 
005:156;01[W12]| 'Silk ai not worth a b~~. Give me nainsook.' 
005:156;01['  ]| To$4$ which
005:156;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly recalled with satisfaction the exact terms of his rejoinder,
005:156;01['  ]| which had been loudly applauded: 
005:156;01[D  ]| 'Nainsook my rump.'
005:156;01['  ]| Celia touched the back of his chair and he said:
005:156;01[D  ]| 'You were a long time.'
005:156;01[C  ]| 'Business,' 
005:156;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:156;01['  ]| The leaves began to$9$ lift and scatter, the higher branches to$9$ complain,
005:156;01['  ]| the sky broke and curdled over flecks of skim blue, the pine
005:156;01['  ]| of smoke toppled into the east and vanished, the pond was suddenly
005:156;01['  ]| a little panic of grey and white, of water and gulls and sails.
005:156;01['  ]| It was as though Time suddenly lost patience, or had <an> a anxiety
005:156;01['  ]| attack.
005:156;01['  ]| Beyond the Long Water Rosie*Dew and Nelly, the worst of her$2$
005:156;01['  ]| heat behind her$6$, turned their faces to$4$ the rising wind and home. A
005:156;01['  ]| pair of socks was waiting from Lord*Gall. He had written: 
005:156;01[D  ]| 'If this
005:156;01[D  ]| pair of socks does not prove more productive, I shall have$1$ to$9$ try a
005:156;01[D  ]| new control.'
005:156;01['  ]| Celia wheeled Mr*Kelly into position, at the north-east corner of
005:156;01['  ]| the plot between the Round Pond and the Broad Walk, the prow of
005:156;01['  ]| his chair wedged against the railing. She took the assembled kite
005:156;01['  ]| gently from his hands, backed along the path until she stood on the 
005:156;01['  ]| margin of the water, held up the kite as high as her$2$ arms would
005:156;01['  ]| reach and waited for the glove to$9$ fall. The wind blew her$2$ skirt against
005:156;01['  ]| her$2$ legs, her$2$ jacket back from her$2$ breasts. A weekend lecher well advanced
005:156;01['  ]| in years, sprawling on his sacrum (which was a mass of
005:156;01['  ]| eczema) in a chair directly before her$6$, discomposed his features in
005:156;01['  ]| what he had good reason to$9$ suppose was the smile obscene, and
005:156;01['  ]| jingled his change, his very small change. Celia smiled back, strained
005:156;01['  ]| upward with her$2$ arms, settled herself more firmly in the ground.
005:156;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly's hand felt the wind he wanted, the glove fell, Celia threw
005:156;01['  ]| up the kite. And so great was his skill that in five minutes he was
005:156;01['  ]| lying back, breathing hard and short, his eyes closed of necessity
005:156;01['  ]| but in ecstasy as it happened, half his line paid out, sailing by
005:156;01['  ]| feel.
005:156;01['  ]| Celia paused for a second the clinch the client, then rejoined Mr*Kelly.
005:157;01['  ]| The cord wormed slowly off the winch ~~ out, back a little,
005:157;01['  ]| stop; out, back a little, stop. The historical process of the hardened
005:157;01['  ]| optimists. With still a quarter of the line to$9$ go the kite rode without
005:157;01['  ]| a flicker high above the Dell, a speck in the glades that this wind 
005:157;01['  ]| always opened in the east. The chair drove aginast the railing, Mr*Kelly
005:157;01['  ]| wished his bottom were more prehensile. Without opening his
005:157;01['  ]| eyes he said:
005:157;01[D  ]| 'You did that very nicely.'
005:157;01['  ]| Celia did not choose to$9$ misunderstand him.
005:157;01[D  ]| 'And yesterday?' 
005:157;01['  ]| said Mr*Kelly.
005:157;01[C  ]| 'A kid and a drunk,' 
005:157;01['  ]| said Celia.
005:157;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly let out a wild rush of line, say the industrial revolution,
005:157;01['  ]| then without recoil or stop, gingerly, the last few feet. The kite
005:157;01['  ]| being now absolutely at the end of its tether, he sat up and opened
005:157;01['  ]| his eyes, hypermetropic in the extreme, to$9$ admire the effect.
005:157;01['  ]| Except for the sagging soar of line, undoubtedly superb so far as
005:157;01['  ]| it went, there was nothing to$9$ be$1$ seen, for the kite had disappeared
005:157;01['  ]| from view. Mr*Kelly was enraptured. Now he could measure the distance
005:157;01['  ]| from the unseen to$4$ the seen, now he was in a position to$9$ determine
005:157;01['  ]| the point at which seen and unseen met. It would be$1$ <an> a
005:157;01['  ]| unscientific observation, so many and so fitful were the imponderables
005:157;01['  ]| involved. But the pleasure accruing to$4$ Mr*Kelly would be$1$ in no 
005:157;01['  ]| way inferior to$4$ that conferred (presumable) on Mr*Adams by his
005:157;01['  ]| beautiful deduction of Neptune from Uranus. He fixed with his eagle 
005:157;01['  ]| eyes a  point in the empty sky where he fancied the kite to$9$ swim into
005:157;01['  ]| view, and wound carefully in.
005:157;01['  ]| Moving away a little Celia also looked at the sky, not with the
005:157;01['  ]| same purpose as Mr*Kelly, for she knew that he would see it long
005:157;01['  ]| before she could, but simply to$9$ have$1$ that unction of soft sunless
005:157;01['  ]| light on her$2$ eyes that was all she remembered of Ireland. Gradually
005:157;01['  ]| she saw other kites, but above all the tandem of the child that had
005:157;01['  ]| not answered her$6$ good night, because he had been singing. She
005:157;01['  ]| recognised the unusual coupling, not in file but abreast.
005:157;01['  ]| The ludricrous fever of toys struggling skyward, the sky itself more
005:157;01['  ]| and more remote, the wind tearing the awning of cloud to$4$ tatters,
005:157;01['  ]| pale limitless blue and green recessions laced with strands of scud,
005:157;01['  ]| the light failing ~~ once she would have$1$ noticed these things. She
005:157;01['  ]| watched the tandem coming shakily down from the turmoil, the
005:157;01['  ]| child running forward to$9$ break its fall, his trouble when he failed, his
005:158;01['  ]| absorbed kneeling over the damage. He did not sing as he departed,
005:158;01['  ]| nor did she hail him.
005:158;01['  ]| The wail of the rangers came faintly out of the east against the 
005:158;01['  ]| wind. 
005:158;01[Z  ]| \All out. All out.\ 
005:158;01['  ]| Celia turned and looked at Mr*Kelly.
005:158;01['  ]| He lay sideways in the chair, his cheek on his shoulder, a fold of the
005:158;01['  ]| slicker lifting his lip in a mild snarl, not dying, but dozing. As she
005:158;01['  ]| watched the winch sprang from his fingers, struck violently against
005:158;01['  ]| the railing, the string snapped, the winch fell the ground, Mr*Kelly
005:158;01['  ]| awoke.
005:158;01[Z  ]| \All out. All out.\
005:158;01['  ]| Mr*Kelly tottered to$4$ his feet, tossed up his arms high and wide and
005:158;01['  ]| quavered away down the path that led to$4$ the water, a ghastly,
005:158;01['  ]| lamentable figure. The slicker trailed along the ground, the skull
005:158;01['  ]| gushed from under the cap like a dome from under its lantern, the
005:158;01['  ]| ravaged face was a cramp of bones, throttled sounds jostled in his
005:158;01['  ]| throat.
005:158;01['  ]| Celia caught him on the margin of the pond. The end of the line 
005:158;01['  ]| skimmed the water, jerked upward in a wild whirl, vanished joyfully
005:158;01['  ]| in the dusk. Mr*Kelly went limp in her$2$ arms. Someone fetched
005:158;01['  ]| the chair and helped to$9$ get him aboard. Celia toiled along the narrow
005:158;01['  ]| path into the teeth of the wind, then faced north up the wide hill.
005:158;01['  ]| There was no shorter way home. The yellow hair fell across her$2$
005:158;01['  ]| face. The yachting-cap clung like a clam to$4$ the skull. The levers were
005:158;01['  ]| the tired heart. She closed her$2$ eyes.