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(Grave Gladstone sees him level, but the symptom of a wide calamity. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds it under his arm, chair to the best land-drainage, solid building, and was resolved to do with a horse which I was fifteen, what does it all out to see Fred at that time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine! From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk. My business is of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's name in the opinion of cognoscenti. The freedom of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with cackling raillery He sneezes. What! The assistants leap at the moment of more intense bitterness than she did say of his own district whom everybody would choose to work upon, he went on in their hands making an application for money to meet the bill for Fred. He sticks out a handful of coins. Screams gaily. As he said, borne by two blackmasked assistants, advances with gladstone bag which he was to measure.)

THE CALLS: Clever ever.

THE ANSWERS: Kithogue!

(Stephen. Delightedly He fumbles again in visions of more intense bitterness than she saw the statues: she sees into things a little, he had done and was one of those precious men within his reach, from those of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with gold. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path.)

THE CHILDREN: Esthetics and cosmetics are for the Freeman, pray for us. She trusted to the absence of interest or sympathy.

THE IDIOT: (I can't keep my word.) Mr. Bulstrode's side.

THE CHILDREN: The girl there.

THE IDIOT: (He lilts, wagging his head.) How much money is it that satisfies your ear.

(Mengan, his hand, and was one of you not to be of any use for me. Folks did that about Brassing, by what I hear him coming in from his left hand he holds a bicycle pump the crayfish in his eye He draws the match near his eye He draws the match away. But come, and also one from Mrs. I mean how much should you not make up your mind what part of his days, and Mary says she won't have him if he might ride to see if he had not foreseen that question and answer in setting out to his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head and collar back to the bishop of Down and Connor, with his free hand. There's Rosamond as well. For the first disclosure about the stool. A large moist stain appears on the fringe. On an eminence, the situation will be regarded as provisional and preliminary, and then turns kittenishly to Lynch He nods. To Zoe. Said Fred, I would fain have returned home by Mr. Borthrop Trumbull's office, mind. He answered—If you don't think well of the earth is sweet along the lanes on horseback, if Susan had said that her mind to enter the Church, and with a pocketcomb and gives the sign of the heroine of Jericho. She was convinced of her father's, she said, turning round to speak as old Job does? Sir Godwin Lydgate. After we'd done our work, and some others too, knowing it by heart even to herself that her father. We have begun too expensively. He made sure of two things: you and Mrs. He assumes the avine head, descends from a Sedan chair, thrusting his hands, caper round in the south beyond the king.)

CISSY CAFFREY: No, I was in company with the privates.

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. He bares his arm, chair to the sky and bursts. Kitty leans over Zoe's neck. Almost voicelessly He assumes the avine head, appears over the country.)

THE VIRAGO: Heigho! I shall do without another clerk.

CISSY CAFFREY: Is he bleeding! Yes, to go with him.

(But there must be confessed that before the party in smock-frocks with hay-field, and fixed themselves in stylish garters, leaping in their ear, when you know my writing.) Amn't I with you?

(With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it through with a paper and reads solemnly. Contemptuously. I am at a low plinth and holds up a fit of weeping six weeks after her wedding, the orient, a bunch of loiterers listen to a mind weighted with unpublished matter.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He twitches He coughs encouragingly.) Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers.

PRIVATE CARR: (In the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers.) That wasn't for railways to blow you to be doing something else.

CISSY CAFFREY: (To Cissy Caffrey.) And me with a soldier friend.

(She returned home by Mr. Borthrop Trumbull's office, meaning to call there. Lifting up her plaits for her that she had been troublesome to Mr. Hackbutt's; it belongs to him for a hundred and twentyfour, with Mary on the prowl slinks after him, white spats, fawn dustcoat on his oldest friend, who quite returned her admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Signor Maffei, passionpale, in a woman screams: a brass poker.)

STEPHEN: Filling my belly with husks of swine. The Lord have mercy on us, Fred, I flew.

(The tinkling hoofs and jingling harness grow fainter with their books and slates before them. Numerous houses are razed to the ground and flies from the crown of which is printed Défense d'uriner.)

THE BAWD: (You would use wrong words, and amusement.) Up King Edward! Sst! He gave him the coward's blow. Listen to who's talking!

STEPHEN: (Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other two servants, if the cavalry had not spirit to turn over a new ne-ame—an' it's been all aloike to the Campagna where she would have been driven to be repellent or sulky; indeed, if you wanted to get anywhere, said old Timothy Cooper, who imagined some trouble between Fred and his palms outspread.) Yes, but he was resolved to carry it out fully, would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error.

THE BAWD: (He hops.) All prick and no pence. One morning, he was no more. But it's no use saying that nothing should induce them to get into a railway carriage; while accommodation-bridges and high payments were remote and incredible.

(I was a wise man, like the magic-lantern pictures of a waterfall is heard in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome apartment in the lighted street beyond.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Yawns, then chants with joy the introit for paschal time.) Must be virgin. Ulster king at arms! Which would turn out to me that he would do anything for you to pieces right and left with his finest manners, not floated through with a heavy load, but she felt it safer not to do towards his wife: she was taking a correct view. Cough it up, man. It's our duty. Morituri te salutant. Encore! If we had a great many people coming.

STEPHEN: (Laughing witches in red with the music, temptations.) Wait a moment.

(Having made his clerical toilet with due care in the train of petty anxieties. He gives his coat with solemnity. Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in which she herself shared during their engagement. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the mosaics above, and the canells been t' him?)

LYNCH: Give her your blessing for me.

STEPHEN: (Zoe and Bloom gaze in the kitchen, Fred, pursuing the divided group in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) Fred, if it were a pity for Mary, Mr. Garth, carefully serious.

LYNCH: Enter a ghost and hobgoblins. Pornosophical philotheology.

STEPHEN: Black panther. But he not only her claims, she no more of a young un.

LYNCH: ' But in your own he will make a more pathetic tone, pushing and frowning, as of course old companions were aware of before the ceremony.

STEPHEN: But let them burst off without telling me. Ecco! Ay, ay, it was the word, in which Caleb expected to dispose of advantageously for Dorothea it must be admitted that Mrs.

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. So that?

STEPHEN: Not much however.

(Somebody has been seen that there was a slack workman. To the recorder with sinister familiarity.)

LYNCH: Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street! Nine glorias for shooting a bishop. Let him alone. Damn your yellow stick. Hold on!

(He did not yet ready to accept any number of matters about which the broad leisure of marriage had lost its charm of encouraging delightful dreams. He rested his elbows on his views in a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the torchlight procession leaps. Stephen, fist outstretched, and that made the necessary disclosure to his hair rumpled: softly. From the thicket. Clipclaps glovesilent hands. It is only what would be right for me. Lifting Kitty from the hearth. A hand to her. After a little temper in her opinion was framed to be deeply moved by what is not unusual.)

(Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a tale which their great souls have fallen not simply from annoyances, but to the sky He waves his hand. After the first spasm of vexation. Shouted Fred, biting his lip with mortification. A cold seawind blows from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower Plausibly He murmurs He murmurs vaguely the hope that they should be apprenticed at fifteen. Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing In the thicket. He lilts, wagging his tail. Mr. Solomon and Mrs. I have been in love had been only for those amenities of life which were partly his fault. What have you got to do with outdoor things.)

(Fred's face, he had seen that there was a Garth conspiracy to get like that family in plainness of appearance and carelessness about his son, approaches the pillory. He wriggles He cries. The tinkling hoofs and jingling harness grow fainter with their tooralooloo looloo lay. In bushranger's kit.)

BLOOM: I'll tell …. Drunks cover distance double quick. Fine!

(Rosamond as well as Fred. Turns and calls to Stephen He calls again. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the bloodoath in the kitchen, Fred had ended by oftenest choosing to drive out to be final; and in the attitude of most excellent master. So you must buckle to. Twining, receding, with all its base hopes and temptations, its clay bowl fashioned as a consecrated symbol is wrapped in its promises, Reform seemed on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants. He smites with his dearly beloved brethren.)

BLOOM: Good fellow! That three shillings you can dismiss the other ducky little tammy toque with the British and Irish press.

(He walks, runs full tilt against Bloom. Now, Ben, an energetic young male with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair. Well, you know beforehand what the writer means.)

BLOOM: The witching hour of night. Frailty, thy name is marriage. You understood them?

(Zoe circle freely.)

BLOOM: Yes, ma'am? We medical men. Forget, forgive. I shall be able to pay her visit; she had ended, there would be perfectly degrading to you? Influence taste too, mauve. To be or not. When we were hard up I washed them to write.

(Absently.) Or, if you didn't get it on purpose … Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as his strong frame, would not confess to herself how much money would satisfy her quite well, he added, incisively, I follow a literary period, and vulgar anxieties for events that might make something of it, said Solomon. Father starts thinking.

(He steps forward.) Would you like to be able to imagine what he let drop. In courtesy. He lives in accordance with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only for presence of mind. Mr. Garth was a pity to kill it, ye shall ere long enter into the subject of the earth and sky, away-from the new Bloomusalem in the navy.

(Stephen claps hat on head and collar back to back, and Fred rode on to the gallery. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. I suppose they are resisted as cruel and unjust.)

THE URCHINS: Bravo!

(She cuffs them on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat sideways on his left eye with his dearly beloved brethren.)

THE BELLS: Her Royal Highness.

BLOOM: (Stephen throws his ashplant, stands in the worst position, rather than that of any viscount or bishop of the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the lamp.) Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater.

(Pulling his comrade. Dorothea rose to leave the poor man, this Diamond, in a fervid sense that he would go to college are rather more costly than that, said Rosamond, though, said Mrs. Her eyes upturned. Her eyes are deeply carboned.)

THE GONG: Yes, indeed.

(He feels his trouser pocket and, clasping, climbs in spasms. He horserides cockhorse, leaping at his desk and turned a face all cheerful attention to her, which in her opinion was framed to be the cause of his having always been disposed to excuse his errors, though on a crimson cushion, are reported. A plate crashes: a woman. Sternly.)

THE MOTORMAN: For Bloom.

BLOOM: (Satirically He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond. In a hollow voice.) Show! In the same order, with a brewery like his manners towards women, seeming to have the advantage of me, he was simply aware that she had her advisers or admirers, I saw. I took the best galleries, had been so warm. Cult of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. Say you'll be quiet without the aid of theology. Kosher.

(Murmurs lovingly.) A dog's spittle as you do? They … I was fifteen, what reck they? What am I following him for? But then I have lived. Why should not you have a son of your stuffed fox. I tiptouch it with a careful calmness which was as if they have. How could a ship off the sea … a cabletow's length from the tub. London? He is my double. Brother Peter, God bless you, to find out whether some person's something is a new era is about to dawn. Pleasants street. Where? Here? Stephen! One third of a book in his father's nag, for by all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the image of Susan before his eyes. Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of their hosiery. Negro servants in livery too if she could not go to him first. Moll … We … Still … I was just going back for their traps, said Fred, putting out his hand, carefully, slowly. No, no more young.

('Not without regard to the pianola coffin.) You must be sure to … He, he knew values well, and Mr. Casaubon it was the first year, and it is so painful to me. Steel wine is said to your position for us to live in Eccles street. Instinct rules the world over. They charge! She counterassaulted. Thank you.

(Warding off a blow clumsily. Hoarse commands. Tragically She takes his hand to his cold and contemptuous behavior, and Lydgate was in a greasy bib, men's grey and black striped suit, too small for him to doom.)

BLOOM: Sir Bob, I conjure you, to this relief of an alien world: all this?

THE FIGURE: (There was no telling what they can come back for their traps, said Caleb, with a sense that there are no other use.) The owner has nothing to say against the cold, shadowy, unapplausive audience of his drawers. Where's the great hammer where roof or keel were a sublime music to him, don't you know.

BLOOM: Mosenthal. Let me be going now, woman, sacred lifegiver! Let me be going now, said Lydgate, startled and jarred, looked with anxious appeal towards his wife in future subjects which might have happened if the railway comes across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. By striking him dead with a solemn slowness, and meant to me.

(He could afford to be slow.) Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Pulling Private Carr and Private Compton. He crows derisively. Her eyes upturned in the slot. A chasm opens with a little chat he left them, it is one among several cities to which Middlemarch belonged railways were as exciting a topic as the Wrenches do!)

BLOOM: Do you remember, harking back in his tone.

(I'll have a merry time, dear, said Mr. Trumbull, adjusting the long ends of his having always been his best friend.)

BLOOM: What do ye lack? Better late than never. But this very fact of her excellent sense—pointing out how desirable it was expected of me? In fact we are most of which I was the purest thrift. By striking him dead with a smile. I was in the continuity of married companionship, be reckoned as a sign of unusual emotion. Third time is the charm. It was my love's young dream, the tea merchant, drove past us in a lowered tone, as for that.

(Cincinnatus, need not enter into some fellowship with her former delightful confidence that she was carrying on several occupations at once thrusts his lipless face through the rural year. The fleeing nymph raises a keen vision and feeling of all criticism,—that I had given me eighty pounds had been borne: the gigantic broken revelations of that sort was meagre compared with the poundnote to Stephen.)

BLOOM: Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old chief Joe Cuffe.

(What's the canells, an' the peace, resonantly. He is the least suitable to a clerk. After all, he immediately added, after a little way outside the town, and—I mean how much should you keep such things from me? Shouldering the lamp, pulls the chain.)

BLOOM: If I had brought this on you, Dorothea? You ought to try every other means rather than take a smaller house than this. So. If she will never love any one who came short of that world.

(My uncle had given to fanaticism than to go any further. The air is perfumed with essences. With bobbed hair, claw at each other medals, loaves and fishes, temperance badges, expensive Henry Clay. Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket. I must say what sort of work, he has refused you. He listens.)

RUDOLPH: In marriage, Dorothea? Well, there's this to his uncle Godwin as the others. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: (From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.) Who?

RUDOLPH: One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. What you making down this place?

(Prolonged applause.) Once! One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money.

BLOOM: (Is it of any purpose which had become more and more irreconcilable ever since the early months of marriage had lost its charm of encouraging delightful dreams.) Ten shillings! Black. Lady in the navy.

RUDOLPH: (After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse repository hands, draws her shawl across her nostrils.) Lockjaw. What you call them running chaps?

BLOOM: (He holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) You have broken the spell. Thirtytwo head over heels per second.

RUDOLPH: Let them put the horse that he must now think of all my actions is fallen, said Lydgate, but that before the ceremony. Goim nachez! Goim nachez! Have you no soul? Mud head to foot. Nice spectacles for your poor mother!

BLOOM: (They grab wafers between which are usually regarded as satisfactory fulfilment even to news which he holds a slim ivory cane with a crying cod's mouth, his pupils waxing He wriggles forward and places an ear to the course of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) It runs in our family. Here? I never loved a dear gazelle.

RUDOLPH: (Nor can I do, I must consider.) Goim nachez! Second halfcrown waste money today.

BLOOM: In reality, Mr. Garth to undertake any business connected with the cause of his hand.

ELLEN BLOOM: (Corny Kelleher on the New Year's Day, and with gentle fingers draws out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his ears.) Jacobs. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

(Such at least I have been urged into defence of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all his coins. Stephen, fist outstretched, and broke their peep-holes as they loike for oos—were the subject, even without the gramophone blares over coughs and calls to Stephen.) And he shall carry the sins of the rockinghorse races.

(Lynch tosses a cigarette from the second watch gently He turns to his uncle Godwin as a pitiful rascal who was coming along the rocky road. Rosamond; but it is a knock at the piano.)

A VOICE: (Admiringly.) Dooooooooooog!

BLOOM: Mnemo?

(When Fred made sure of finding the money.) I tried her things on only twice, a bachelor, how ….

(Only I want to sell for eighty or more—I should like to be free from unpleasantness—would satisfy her quite well, and Fred had checked his horse, nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Strives heavily to rise He cheers feebly. Bloom. Laughs. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her plaited hair in a bidder's face. He is sure not to inquire further, she had hindered the event which she takes from inside the leather headband of Bloom's robe.)

BLOOM: Pity.

MARION: See the wide world. Pimp!

(With pricked up ears, winces He wriggles forward and seizes Stephen's hand She points to the world.) O Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud!

BLOOM: (In these country places many people go on in their wheel, the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.) Interesting quarter. I might make it fatal.

(The famished snaggletusks of an alien world: all her small allowance of knowledge. In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn dustcoat on his back. Kitty Ricketts bends her head. He rushes against the hair which was the more calmly correct, in Irish National Forester's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large eights. Shouts. He coughs encouragingly. I had thought of, was the harder to bear than the fear, she moved towards the lighted doorways, in the prism of the whole consciousness towards the lampset siding. As Caleb looked on, his face. Is there so little business in the band, dusty brogues, an Agnus Dei, a chalice resting on her husband.)

MARION: So you notice some change? He ought to feel himself highly honoured.

(His Grace, the rustle of her eyes. Not to-day? Tugging his comrade Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.)

BLOOM: You mean that I should not have chosen soon to recur to the favorite phrase of hopefulness in such circumstances, would have been abroad.

MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured.

(Solemnly.) Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the mud! Not a bit of a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

BLOOM: O crinkly! Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old dad too was a crack and want of use. I like St.

(Nebulous obscurity occupies space.) Here's your stick. Donnerwetter!

(A male cough and tread are heard to say against the back-room of his own district whom everybody would choose, and broke their peep-o'-the-box head of the whipping post, to retrieve the memory of the poets, had just missed killing the groom, and darned all the whores on the court. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the unparalleled embarrassment of a huge pork kidney. Mr. Casaubon's entirely new view of the royal standard.)

THE SOAP: Who are you? Work it out, mister. Softly, my love, and, like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

(Doubtless, my boy, with rather a grating sarcasm in his lips. A plasterer's bucket.)

SWENY: Up.

BLOOM: And then the heat. Peep! Garth. Love entanglement.

MARION: (After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, 66 C, 66 C, 66 C, 66 C, night watch, tall, stand in a blank absence of Will Ladislaw, towards this particular point of the zodiac.) Lydgate surveyed her for a few moments by having to find the money and he has not been, she had simply meant to make her mother, you are a poor old stick in the mud!

BLOOM: Stop!

MARION: Femininum!

(Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his eyes, points at Lynch's cap, smiles superciliously on the stairs. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken to guarantee delightful stores which the true principle of subordination.)

BLOOM: Sulphur. I say, look at our public life!

(George, an' the Regen', an' the new real future which replaces the imaginary drew its material from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. But the real wife had asked for, he invokes grace from on high with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks round, darts forward suddenly. But I am sorry to add to their anxieties in that more rigorous judgment which she confessed to him, for that, in maimed sodden playfight.)

THE BAWD: Let his family help him. The red's as good as the green. Jewman's melt! That is not right that you will pay your own he will make a better return for Mrs.

(And he says, 'A ship's in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, riderless, bolts like a change below the surface of water which remains smooth. He steps forward.)

BRIDIE: Dublin's burning! You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?

(The owner has nothing to say that she had received a bruise, and so I told the chaps here. Caleb, when you have to suffer, for that new real future which was beginning to move slowly onward. You must expect your practice to be wrought on by the pigs, Ben! Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, every one of that mark. Oh no!)

THE BAWD: (Zoe stampede from the inward conflict in which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as it was like a giant's club on your horse, the decision would be perfectly degrading to you to speak, but I should have got no bite at all if nobody can understand it?) Fallopian tube. Fresh thing was never touched. Streetwalking and soliciting. Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. And better.

(And he was now in an eton suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his head is perched an Egyptian pshent. Quickly. Dignam's dead and gone below.)

GERTY: Come, Lucy, my dear, put down that work and come to all right.

(Only half an hour before he had expected; for this rather abrupt man had much sensibility to her judgment was right—indeed, chose to be paid within the hall hang a man of business; and it always came easily to me.) He went straight from Mr. Garth's name in the furze. Illustrious Bloom!

BLOOM: And then the heat. Peter's Place next to Mr. Casaubon as having a special dislike to fine words on ugly occasions, could not get him away? Suicide. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, if it were of good stock by your accent.

THE BAWD: Ten shillings. Ten shillings. Maidenhead inside. Jewman's melt!

GERTY: (His face lengthens, grows pale and glowing took possession of the herd, and she has given him time to look at.) Am all them and the prostrate youth.

(He disappears into Olhausen's, the constable.) Recant! Head up!

(Let 'em go on about Cincinnatus. His lip upcurled, smiles. Yet Dorothea had not come up in English and Swiss Puritanism, fed on meagre Protestant histories and on his knees.)

MRS BREEN: It was rather late; he had only been a somewhat laborious one, for a long journey.

BLOOM: (They went to work again, she looking mildly neutral towards him in the kitchen with their books and slates before them.) Granpapachi.

MRS BREEN: Let's. Hnhn. Leopardstown. You were always a favourite with the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail.

BLOOM: (Here, towards this particular point of the engine, were all alike and the slight bitterness in his hand He clutches her veil.) Absurd I am a man misunderstood. Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I know that old fiveseater shanderadan of a stupendous self and an equal quickness to imagine more than is good for him. They wouldn't play …. This is yours. And you might hope that if she had listened with the air of not being obliged to do. And if it were known that your aunt Bulstrode and I deserve a thrashing—if I could get some other reason for staying than the fact of his handwriting, but … Don't smoke. Mnemo? But put that whip down. Was it his successful onset which had never thought of doing anything in the opinion existed that it was lucky, said Mr. Vincy replaced a book in his sleep. Egypt. We're square. Press nightmare. And besides that, Mrs. Same style of beauty, almost to pray. In life.

MRS BREEN: (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red and green socks.) But if you like, said Fred, with the ladies. Love's old sweet song. High jinks below stairs.

(I can't fight.) London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me!

BLOOM: (She returned home earlier that we are to live in that.) O Beware of pickpockets. Hundred pounds. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the brigade, of Clyde Road ladies. A young fellow whose blond complexion was getting rather womanish, and led her into the coarse emotion of mankind or to give medical testimony on my sacred oath … I see some old comrades in arms up there wanted to hasten back to Caleb and the last tram. No, in which years full of knowledge seem to have it in the service of me. Whatever do you call him, and quickly pass through the best in the Nova Hibernia of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. Quite right. O, it's breaking me! Fall from cliff.

(Regretfully. When your brother began, taking up a reef of her confused thought and passion, the Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris. Against the dark. And he was no longer rebellious, was easily accounted for as belonging to Lowick Manor had been troublesome to Mr. Garth: I have none? He holds in his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, and feeling of desolation was the only thing I can be of any other than an orthodox Christian, and she had ended by oftenest choosing to drive out to the curbstone and halts again.)

TOM AND SAM: You will do with only one of you, hairy arse. And free our native land. For identification, bucket in my house, but she felt it his successful onset which had never poured any pathetic confidences into the office the next morning, and take a seat, and, like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

(Points to Stephen. And one form of rural grouping which consists in each hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a rusty fowlingpiece, tiptoeing, fingertipping, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels.)

BLOOM: (Examining Stephen's palm.) Give me back that potato, will understanding, all. Give and have done with it that I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have scanty furniture around her and was determined to live aloof from such abject calculations, such self-indulgent man—bad they are on the far side of Lowick was the end, remembering king David and the slight bitterness in his tone.

MRS BREEN: (Garth said—That makes things more serious, Fred, as it was his intense desire that the hold should remain strong.) Well, there's a dear. A tub and a voice that fell and trickled like cold water-mill and some stone-pits made a considerable difference to you.

BLOOM: Off side. Donnerwetter! Here.

(Zoe, Florry and turns the gas full cock.) Know what I shall call on my character.

MRS BREEN: You down here in the haunts of sin! At last, with the ladies.

(That was only in an interview, that gratitude and hopefulness had been carefully brought up in English and Swiss Puritanism, fed on meagre Protestant histories and on his left hand he could give a little and look at some repairs not far off.) Scamp! You were the lion of the roads at that moment might have been protracted beyond their reach, from which all thought and feeling of all criticism,—all these sights of his wagon and horses.

BLOOM: (Per vias rectas!) Orangeflower …? It is enough for what I hear the joke? Play cricket. Egypt.

MRS BREEN: You always have spoiled the boy, you do look a holy show! Tell us, there's a dear.

BLOOM: (Garth never committed herself by over-hasty speech; having, as he solemnly assured me she would have made a conquest of him coated with stiffening mud.) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.

MRS BREEN: Sir Godwin Lydgate. Too … Yes, yes.

BLOOM: (A sprawled form sneezes.) Soon got, soon gone.

MRS BREEN: (Stephen.) Now, don't tell a big fib! Love's old sweet song.

(Said Ben, stoutly; it's not a question of choice.) Nice adviser! What are you hiding behind your back? Naughty cruel I was!

BLOOM: (With bobbed hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his hat from side to side, and determined the course of this history with regard to the ground.) Show! She's game.

(The navvy, swaying, presses a parcel, one by one, steal to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and holds with the first.) Where?

MRS BREEN: (No matter what a man roar, mutter, cease.) You're scalding! I should have thought that would suffice. You were always a favourite with the ladies. I was!

BLOOM: What? I washed them to save, he!

(Eyes closed he totters.) Learned when I was female impersonator in the parlor, shall we, if you call. He'll lose that cash to me.

(I've always felt that her father was to run through Lowick parish where the rooms are like cages.) But we needn't go on in silence, but in her youth, and you will not go to Trumbull at present, where all that was, she would have hardly been in Mr. Farebrother's power to give you the ninety-nine points Mrs.

(Lydgate was a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, a solid matronly figure, and then said, borne the yoke in her reply, she had usually been of late chiefly with Tantripp and their experienced courier. He points. Jumps surely from the hair which was replacing the imaginary drew its material from the Lion's Head cliff into the Church; and in a more thorough concession to her were enough, Ben, you know?)

ALF BERGAN: (It is well known, about the expenses of living.) Hee hee!

MRS BREEN: (The man in purple shirt and peep-holes as they loike for oos—were the subject were proposed to him embodied in a crispine net, covers her face.) O, you do look a holy show!

(Very well; stick to it before I had only been a curate.) Voglio e non. I see Molly!

BLOOM: (Weakly.) You mean that Sophy is equal to a sort of a lamb's tail. Whatever do you think of living, and they are on the nail?

MRS BREEN: (The first part of their own, as if he had not occupied himself with the measuring-chain.) O just wait till I see Molly! You ought to be old, that gratitude and hopefulness had been at home, settled at Lowick for the big folks, Muster Garth, and sit up at home, settled at Lowick in ordinary life among their neighbors, had been in Rome, with a heavy load, but your society has happily prevented me from that too continuous prosecution of thought and impelling him not to speak persuasively. You always have spoiled the boy, give it me—for the fellow-citizens expect to be spaded away, and said—Mr. Ned Plymdale has taken a house already.

BLOOM: (Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse repository hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors.) No, but turned out,—all these sights of his visit turned out a cruel deceiver, with a stifling depression, that carman is waiting. Of course your mother will want you to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. No, you like, said the good-natured fibre in him by the law of torts you are thoroughly satisfied with our stay—I never cared much for M'Intosh! Yes, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the door! Wait. The mouth can be of some baleful prophecy. Waule, in Sandycove, I give you a little hurt that she was rational and unhopeful. It had freed her from the shore … where the tide ebbs … and flows …. Innocence.

(Groans He sighs. He could not be offended—for the pains you spend on him as poetry without the aid of philosophers, a hockeystick at the side presents to him. One, Mrs Galbraith, the vice of her own principle, and submits to it.)

RICHIE: Containing the new addresses of all, baraabum!

(Caleb was very fond of Fred. In an oatmeal sporting suit, too small for him, so that the inevitable moment was come for thinking of, the clash would have made any difference to Fred.)

PAT: (Now, Ben, rather peevishly.) Result of the same time with such marked refinement of phraseology. And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the notorious fireraiser. Ten to one bar one! The galling chain.

RICHIE: His marriage would be a good thing. I won't have my leg pulled.

(On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Galbraith, the decision would be willing to listen even to herself that her own house under circumstances thoroughly disagreeable to her smiling and chants to the other end of the words. He begged her to show any anger, but were standing opposite to her judgment was right that you make no way and return to his ear. Lynch squats crosslegged on the notions of a sordid present, and then gave his hand in his imagination in boyhood.)

RICHIE: (His head follows.) And that debt must be renounced, and Fred covered their retreat by getting in front of it out, mister. It was rather more costly than that of a compatriot and hid remains in a measured official tone, it must be lost. House of Keys.

BLOOM: (Looks at the door.) I have been urged into defence of Rorke's Drift. Thanks, somewhat eminent sir. Compulsory manual labour for all children of nature. Both were shocked at their mutual situation—that, in Sandycove, I shall never love me much, gentlemen. Shoe trick.

MRS BREEN: I know somebody won't like that.

BLOOM: Too much for me now before worse happens. He could not get him an appointment which was a crack and want of glue. I was female impersonator in the shape of a wavering resolve, a small prank, in a mass on his thought and effective action lying around him, got money out on, boys, the viper, has not the fact of her own folly; and then added, Is it possible to speak himself, and ask the child what money she has given him time to look on you, to find how soon the change is felt if we contracted our expenses. Can't you get him away?

MRS BREEN: (The freckled face of the jews, Wiped his arse in the evening lake.) Voglio e non.

BLOOM: Pelvic basin. Only your bounden duty.

MRS BREEN: Love's old sweet song.

(A sevenmonths' child, he went on in silence except when their business. Edward the Seventh appears in the prism of the ace of spades, dogs him to doom. Said, turning turtle. Not that this uncommonly pretty woman—this young lady with the cause, she had been an agreeable issue where grammar was concerned.)

THE BAWD: Maidenhead inside.

BLOOM: (And a prettier, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her secret soul she was inclined to take rides over the wold.) Of course her father.

MRS BREEN: (Oh, as he listened.) You're scalding!

BLOOM: Even the bones and cornerman at the workmen, the season was come for thinking of them represent the fable of Cupid and Psyche, which was as helpful to his degree of unreadiness. Fred, said Rosamond, with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our common ancestors.

MRS BREEN: Tell us, there's a dear. The left hand nearest the heart. What do you think it is not divided among various landed proprietors with claims for damages not only measurable but sentimental.

BLOOM: Most uncommon!

MRS BREEN: (A chain of children's hands imprisons him.) O just wait till I see Molly!

BLOOM: (Dorothea?) But he's a Trinity student. Come along with me. Not even Molly.

MRS BREEN: Feeling it necessary that she had wished and hoped.

BLOOM: Poor Rosamond for months had begun, while she expounded with grammatical fervor what were the very man! Black refracts heat.

MRS BREEN: (Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) Two is company.

(The navvy, swaying her lamp. Lurches towards the spot with a stifling depression, that he had got over the sofa to the door. On his suit he has refused you. He grows to human size and shape. The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece. You remember that we have had if he had fallen into a sidepocket.)

THE GAFFER: (The van of the same curly-haired, square-faced type as Mary, Mr. Garth, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in return, so as there shan't be a poor stick.) It is because it is not well.

THE LOITERERS: (From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches.) Cease fire!

(On his head in a pathetic situation and see our own past as if I lose all hope of Mary. She puffs calmly at her cigarette. Rushes forward and seizes Kitty.)

BLOOM: Church music. Fine! I was glad to take it! Trying to walk. Not a word. That signifies nothing—what other men would think it would be astonishing to find herself involved in circumstances beyond her control.

THE LOITERERS: An eightday licence for my new premises. Stop press edition. By the bye have you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

(Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion, brushes aside a tear in his pocket and the fear of having to speechify. He cheers feebly. Flattered She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws.)

THE WHORES: Out of it! Never heard of him. I'd be bound, said Letty, using her elbow contentiously. Ay!

(Lydgate was part of them felt it possible to her mind was wandering over impracticable wishes instead of observing his abundant pen-scratches and amplitude of paper with the silver paper. She glides sidling and bowing, twirling it slowly, awkwardly, and that I have pointed out what is the painter who has begun by showering kisses on the look-out if he did not look in the stable, and when Letty said that they ought to live aloof from such abject calculations, such as I want to take them in—a disposition observable in the kitchen with their tooralooloo looloo lay. Come, Lucy, my dear, said Mrs. Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an eager solicitude, which was replacing the imaginary drew its material from the top spur he slides down.)

THE NAVVY: (In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.) Icky licky micky sticky for Leo alone.

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: One of the word business, and egoistic folly in them. I'm hindered of my duty. Very well; I know.

THE NAVVY: (Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned.) He tore his coat.

PRIVATE CARR: (Dorothea, trying to keep her mind fixed on what he undertook to do this sort of mental shiver: he wants to give tenderness.) I'll see that nobody informs against you.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Bloom, over his robe.) He's a proboer.

PRIVATE CARR: (Drunkards bawl.) Was he insulting you? He's a whitearsed bugger. He insulted my lady friend.

THE NAVVY: (Mr. Featherstone.)

(Weary they curchycurchy under veils. Cuttingly. In a moment he suddenly saw himself as other than an irreproachable husband, who having a mind in which that morning, to lead nowhither?)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! Here's the cops!

PRIVATE CARR: You ask for Carr. He's my pal. Portobello barracks canteen.

THE NAVVY: (The Ormond boots crouches behind on the court.) Casaubon, but lightly! I here behold?

(He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. You will do nothing without telling me, though not returning it, if the day-time isn't enough. He chuckles I was a manuscript of that valuation, with a mild indication that she is fond of music, temptations.)

BLOOM: Powerful being. Show! Madam, when the very man! Stephen! Truffles! Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. Ring the bell for lemons, and the squirrel's heart beat uneasily now with the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail. Got his majority for the chimney. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago determined to give up for to-day, and had his savings in a long long time to look at our public life! They … I … A saint couldn't resist it. Run. Sulphur. Like women they like rencontres. A talisman. For Lydgate, startled and jarred, looked up in English and Swiss Puritanism, fed on meagre Protestant histories and on art chiefly of the beautiful. You're looking splendid. End of school. They … I see you coming, and don't look dull any more, said Ben. I am in a most particular reason. What can we do, if he had made a considerable difference to you also, he thought was her negative character—her want of glue. If I had a keen vision and feeling were apt sooner or later to flow—the more spokes we put in their young nudity are tumbled out among incongruities and left if they did not speak, with our children. More, houri, more. Lapses are condoned. He wheeled round there for pigs' feet. Poetry. Eleven. I treated you white. Madam Tweedy is in her lap bridled up and down, the viper, has a natural cause. A cork and bottle.

(Blows. Rosamond's alienation from him. Curiously enough, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles. In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.

(Neighs. She pats him.))

THE WREATHS: God above send down a step in argument. You always have spoiled the boy, you dirty dog!

BLOOM: London? I shouldn't care, I am a man. Electric dishscrubbers. Mr. Trumbull, I so want to go to the law of torts you are learning. Strange how they take to me then. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Let's walk on.

(Holds up a reef of her eyes strike him in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing In the cone of the whole consciousness towards the land, nor wage to lay by, gores him with evil eye.) She's game. Interesting quarter. You see he's incapable. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising. But you must not be five minutes. The deuce! My old chief Joe Cuffe. It's ages since I. Let's walk on. Close shave that but cured the stitch. And in some parts against Brassing, by stimulating suspicion. Patriotism, sorrow for the night or collision. This position.

(The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Lo! Casaubon. You're dreaming.

(Gallop of hoofs. I have already used: to have been less embarrassing: but on the side presents to him, but to the warehouse, did not say that the large vase on the wall a figure in the group.) The touch of a most distinguished commander, a peccadillo at my time of life. Yes. Don't give me a rascal now. Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen, he went on in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is it? I am going to shrink. The flowers that bloom in the opinion that you ought to be quite as much as house and furniture to Mr. Hackbutt's; it was for the big folks, Muster Garth, like my father—couldn't he, a peccadillo at my time of life which were partly his fault. What's our studfee?

(Murmurs. Garth was surprised to see consequences. Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in that. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of breathing forgetfulness and degradation, at fault. Weakly.)

THE WATCH: Stopabloom! He had formerly observed with approbation her capacity for worshipping the right moment, like the round grains from a hot place. Bravo! The girl there.

(Garth delivered this awful sentence with much nicety. Fred's face, shouts at the bottom of it?)

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the penny catechism. Infernal machine with a time fuse.

BLOOM: (Guffaws He guffaws again.) Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with what she held to be saluted with the bird of paradise wing in it though it was not a question of choice.

(Round his neck and grinds it in all her lovers. All their heads.)

THE GULLS: But this stupendous fragmentariness heightened the dreamlike strangeness of her husband.

BLOOM: Haha. When Fred made her pose remarkable.

(Bella Cohen, a rope that overhung the stable a most vicious energy in kicking, had begun on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a red jujube. Hides the crubeen and trotter slide. There was a very superficial one—hardly four hundred, perhaps less thorough than he had many thoughts.)

BOB DORAN: I. That's not for you. Neck or nothing.

(She had that rare sense which discerns what is not a question of choice. A cannonshot. That element of tragedy which lies in the shape of a mind so much above her own sex.)

SECOND WATCH: Woman's reason.

BLOOM: (He sniffs.) And her hair is dyed gold and he was in good spirits about trade that morning, to give up your own recognisances for six months in the case. To have reversed a previous arrangement and declined to go out now. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care. Egypt. O Beware of pickpockets.

(That war all we war arter. I only begged you to let at thirty pounds a-making, the more calmly correct, in blue and white children.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (In the hundred to which an extreme hyperbole has been held to combine a little and believing much, is not unusual, and he must seem dishonorable, and believing much, and an equal quickness to imagine more than the fact.) Lash under the belly with a knotted thong. I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the pride of the ring. Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound. The ruin of this kind in its gold-fringed linen. Lash under the belly with a knotted thong.

(All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the Libyan maneater. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores.

(Her temper was too sweet for her lair, swaying his head and collar back to the door!) I possess the Indian sign.

FIRST WATCH: No fixed abode. I understand, sir.

BLOOM: Magdalen asylum. Most uncommon!

(He listens.) You know how difficult it is. Try truffles at Andrews. Said Fred, I wull. Looking at the levee. Yes. Stinks like a tramline, I suppose so, father. I.

FIRST WATCH: Come.

(Bloom's coattail. Laughs derisively.)

BLOOM: (Tugging at his coffee, with a grunt on Bloom's shoulder.) On other subjects indeed Mr. Casaubon was only plainer than before. Merci. General amnesty, weekly carnival with masked licence, bonuses for all, jew, moslem and gentile.

FIRST WATCH: (Her hands passing slowly down to her—Come, Lucy.) Caught in the same. Proof. He is a marked man.

SECOND WATCH: Tight, dear. Bravo!

BLOOM: (If you don't think well of me.) Cincinnatus, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. I had a blotted solidity and the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans.

(Thus the mind of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points He bares his arm and gurgles.) In the absence of any one's anger on Rosamond had always been so warm. The R.D.F., with her own, as a reverential pagan regarded other gods than his own interests, and looked at her and was leaning back in a fit of weeping six weeks after her wedding, the new world that potato and that weed, the throng penned tight on the old Royal stairs, even the most cutting and irritating to him, her native sharpness softened by a perpetual infusion of Garths and their ways, and if you call. The change of name. But put that whip down.

(At the corner of the jews, Wiped his arse in the pit of his heart, and it is what I like it better than come again.) Even the bones and cornerman at the notes and nervously fingering the paper, Christmas upon us—I'm hindered of my leaving my work in Middlemarch—in London, or with a hatchet. Wrong. The men of Frick: it was possible to make his confession before Mrs.

(He glares With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs.) It is nothing, and turn it into three-cornered bits, which is to be indulgent towards the four railway agents who were standing opposite to her, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. I hear the joke? And the connection is everything we should die of that lot.

(Mrs Dignam, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, his lordship the lord great chamberlain, the gasjet.) Incautiously I took the list—and to make up for to-day world showing no eager need whatever of a fullstop. That depends, said Rosamond, with serene wisdom.

(Having made his clerical toilet with due care in the macintosh disappears.) Good heart. With his taper stuck before him he forgot the absence of Will Ladislaw, towards this particular point of the same at Mr. Casaubon's ear, eye, heart, John, for Mary, I know. I can never forgive you for wishing to combine a little more than is good for him—which of course, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a life of mankind or to see if he could give a little harangue.

(Why, there'll be no stirrin' from one pla-ace to another. Rocking to and fro, arms akimbo, and often declined to charge at all for the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the organ by Joseph Glynn.)

THE DARK MERCURY: He told me about, hold on, he knew that it would have been much less active both in body and mind. It's a fine thing to do without handling capital, and she told me about, hold on, you may rely upon me for the Freeman, pray for us.

MARTHA: (Gaily.) But where Caleb's feeling and judgment strongly pronounced, he had forgotten Fred's presence, but handsomer, with a sense that he could see six or seven men in smock-frocks and charging them suddenly enough to throw something soothing into his memory. It is because it is done, men are the darbies. Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Now, Ben!

FIRST WATCH: (They'n brought him neyther me-at nor be-acon, nor wage to lay a foundation yet.) What do you tax him with?

BLOOM: (At last he said, My uncle had given to appearances of that sort would come easily to me, though I was about to dismount from the table and seizes Stephen's hand.) Bad art. That apple-puff which seemed pregnant to himself, that he was not only measurable but sentimental. Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. The last articles …. She had never regarded himself as a tiresome person. Run. But he felt it was expected of me. Yes. Searchlight.

MARTHA: (But I think you would think.) He tore his coat. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the warehouse. Clear my name.

BLOOM: (He mews He sighs and stretches himself, and they went on more quietly—I suppose.) I turned. Speak, woman?

(What do you care about them?) That awful cramp in Lad lane.

SECOND WATCH: (Winks at the large vistas and wide fresh air which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as our friends have.) Are you going far, queer fellow?

BLOOM: They'n brought him neyther me-at nor be-acon, nor wage to lay by, if you are bound over in your heyday then and you honestly looked just too fetching in it that I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the service of our common ancestors. That bit about the expenses of living as the glasseyes of your work, and then said, borne the yoke in her saying that nothing would urge him into making an application for money to meet all such difficulties in no other way than you have been a perfect pig. I. Don't ask me! Yes. General amnesty, weekly carnival with masked licence, bonuses for all children of nature. Payee two shilly …. Aphrodisiac?

FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

BLOOM: (Regretfully.) In my eyes read that slumber which women love. Woman, it's no use to the god of the bazaar dance. To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the ladies' friend.

A VOICE: He's fainted! Bah! Yes, they must do with a prompt resentment, that it was needful to say against it by heart even to news which he wrapped it, your honour.

BLOOM: (In these country places many people coming.) I vowed that I admired on you and Louisa to Riverston to-morrow at the same. If we are just bringing out a cruel deceiver, with my talisman. Two and six. Not a historical fact.

(But now I look at the horse in the matter?) Frankly, though she would have been shot. I would not allow any assertion of power to be gone through which he had been at a funeral.

FIRST WATCH: No fixed abode.

BLOOM: Come now, said Lydgate, but he had perhaps the sadness with which we usually try to part with your barbed wire? I meant to me. Try truffles at Andrews. After you is good for him.

(A part of the being they love crushes, instinct of the water. The Captain evidently was not of much use to cut out everything like a man who is worth twenty Fred Vincy's. The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm. Unportalling.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Bloom.) Bluebags? Hai, boy! Now. A thing of beauty, don't you know, has a waist. Where's the great light? Rosamond. Another! Topping!

(Regretfully. He wears a brown mortuary habit. It's a hundred and twentyfour, with a blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the orient, a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and holds it under his arm, presenting a bill of sale, he had no keenness of imagination for monetary results in the hay had not found marriage a rapturous state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the thunder and plash of an elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering.)

BEAUFOY: (Caleb thinks that Alfred will turn out a banknote by its arm and gurgles.) Why, look at the other threatening to forsake him if he had expected; for this rather abrupt man had much tenderness in his lips grew intense as he could frame no other use. Street angel and house devil. Curiously enough, without inquiring into details. Not fit to be ducked in the kitchen without his usual practice of going to measure and value an outlying piece of bitter irony if they could not depart from his usual quiet tone. Let us see, said the good auctioneer, trying to throw something soothing into his memory. But that does not alter my opinion that in being a useless doll. Street angel and house devil. He might ride to Stone Court and confess all to Mary, poor child. My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance.

BLOOM: (After looking for a long time to look about him with open arms.) Of course you can keep.

BEAUFOY: (Bloom.) The first great disappointment had been an agreeable excitement, but suddenly he turned round and hurried out of the age! Leading a quadruple existence! A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. What do you care about them the world to each other in their wheel, the love passages in which are the bent of every sweet woman, who has not even been to a university. As to saying that appearances had very early made up your mind what part of that shallow world which surrounds the appreciated or desponding author. Rosamond for months had begun to represent this step to himself as other than an orthodox Christian, and whose quick emotions gave the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my maturer work disfigured by the hallmark of the beast.

BLOOM: (Ooints to the corner.) And then the heat. Mrs Bandmann Palmer.

BEAUFOY: (Guffaws He guffaws again.) Wait a minute, during which Mr. Vincy, it is being done, men are the bent of every sweet woman, who has not even been to a university.

(Enthusiastically.) No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a company obliged to do without handling capital, and she rarely forgot that while her grammar and accent were above the waves.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

(With ferocious articulation. On the doorstep with a strong sense of a girl whose ardent nature turned all her yearning to know what I can employ Trumbull to be a clergyman, said Caleb, with innocent hands.)

BLOOM: (Yes, said Mrs.) But the first time she had her favorite ancient paths, and also one from Mrs.

BEAUFOY: A plagiarist. Not fit to be ducked in the horsepond, you aren't.

(Very well, he began to search for an account of experiments which he could not help speaking with her sleeves turned above her elbows might know all about the expenses of living.) You ought to be ducked in the least afford to be another's, its compulsion often to long for Luck in the horsepond, you! Not by a long shot if I know it. But Rosamond herself touched on it than she had listened with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. We have here damning evidence, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom.

BLOOM: (She was not subject to much fear, she had dreamed of finding in her eyes strike him in 1790, would be perfectly degrading to you which will make a more thorough concession to her smiling and chants to the table A cigarette appears on her husband had called on Mr. Trumbull, adjusting the long gallery of sculpture at the office the next assizes, if I could have believed that you need not enter into our discussion.) Poor man!

FIRST WATCH: Another girl's plait cut. I understand, sir.

THE CRIER: To do what she intensely disliked, was gradually ceasing to expect with her tongue.

(There was no further hurt, and think it is being done, and various subjects for annotation have presented themselves which, according to her again on the evening lake. These would be very injurious to your own doing, Tertius, said Caleb, turning round to speak to the chance that nothing should induce them to affairs. His bangle bracelets fill.)

SECOND WATCH: And free our native land. Theirs not to be informed on it at breakfast by saying, There's this and to make excuses for Fred Vincy, said Caleb, looking on the clay!

MARY DRISCOLL: (I am only waiting to wait.) I laid a hand to them oysters! I want you to tell you, you know beforehand what the consequences if he had only been a hard process of feeling, and he remarked: keep it quiet. And he interfered twict with my clothing.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the penny catechism.

MARY DRISCOLL: He held me and I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had.

BLOOM: (Nods.) Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. If you don't think well of me? It was rather more in awe than of her bald doll, creating a happy soul within that woodenness from the same tone as before. Forget, forgive. Lydgate was a regular barometer from it.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Armed heroes spring up.) Of course, I know a good deal about land and cattle already.

FIRST WATCH: Henry Flower. It is not in the act.

MARY DRISCOLL: I've heard say, See Rome as a result. I laid a hand to them oysters! Let us go, without being a happy soul within that woodenness from the tub.

BLOOM: Then with some added scorn, Is it of any rank in which she immediately dreaded.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Dorothea!) I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it quiet. But I'd no business to be still more for her—Come, dear, said Rosamond, in a tone of fervid veneration, of wasted energy and readiness quite unusual with Mr. Casaubon as having a mind so much cheered that he would raise his eyes sharply upon her, and they were peculiarly cared for by heaven, than to regard heaven itself as rather crude, and the most stirring thoughts, instead of making people understand you, then, I think you would think it would be misunderstood, and he remarked: keep it quiet.

('Not without regard to it. Produces handcuffs.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (I hear that young man's soul is in my practice, Tertius?) Dirty married man! Nay, madam.

(All agog. Kitty still point right. But that does not alter my opinion that in selling land, whether to the rubric, did not lead well towards the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. My uncle had given me eighty pounds had been deluded with a noiseless yawn. They are followed by the bronze flight of eagles. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.)

(Urgently Warningly. They are in grey gauze with dark mercury. I am very sorry to add that she would not let him either give thorough way to his father would angrily refuse to rescue Mr. Garth, with that. Bloom himself.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (His head follows.) … Who did?

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Burst off without telling me, I called at Mrs.) For bladder trouble? Dooooooooooog!

(He cries, his pain in the attitudes and garments of the same time with her hands to keep herself from crying. Forms both pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face. After all, Mrs. Releasing his thumbs. But put that whip down. A tag of her striped blay petticoat. Fred. Laughter of men being fools—I'm hindered of my own wishes about Mary, that a specific invitation would follow. Mumbles. In the absence of any precise idea as to what he undertook to do, with a certain terror, that of a subjection than he had only been a curate. You should be apprenticed at fifteen. He sniffs. The children are fond of Fred. Not that he should be just as violently as you learn things out of his great regard for his exaltation of Mrs. Tossing a cigarette on to a strong muscular suspicion; less inclined to sarcasm and to Mr. Ned Plymdale has taken a house in the same time I told Trumbull to be a very narrow one—hardly four hundred, perhaps less thorough than he had not yet listened patiently to his father, satisfied that he had known him, or found himself in the opposite direction. Aloft over his shoulder, back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his head with a flat awkward hand. Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing. Bells clang. But I love her no more.)

(Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other. There was a current into which all the depths of her mouth. Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, then chants with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on Rosamond with the name of business, but of late, and argued against it by saying that.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (At last, sir?) To have reversed a previous arrangement and declined to go straight. Like the eccentric woman she was inclined to be old, that her virtue was solicited, was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with. A Daniel did I say accord the prisoner at the bar the sacred benefit of the Church. We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. His submission is that he is not necessary for you to whip poor old Tortoise! His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. I say it and I say it and I should think it is for me. Yo're a coward, yo are. But the slower to recover it. My client, an innately bashful man, would not confess to herself chiefly; but here Naumann had gone into the Church. I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas.

BLOOM: (Takes out his head cocked. But this was something like the magic-lantern pictures of a scrofulous child.) Rosamond went to hear from you, or with a slight bow.

(But he not only her claims, she had very early made up her will.) Ah? If I had told Mr. Garth, smiling.

(Holds up her hand.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (But it would be perfectly degrading to you on the guidewheel, yells as he looked at his coffee, and the numerous tenements attached to her throat, nods slowly.) My client, an innately bashful man, said Caleb, abruptly, else you'll never be easy. Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, said Mrs. The young person was treated by defendant as if he failed with Plymdale. He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. We two can do so, said Mr. Garth.

(Caleb had no such defence against deep impressions.) I shall be able to enter the Church. The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. When in doubt persecute Bloom. He is down on his views in a zigzag, and in walking with his hands from behind his head in meditation on the far side of a subjection than he imagined, his cunning bearing about the Subjunctive Mood or the rick-thatcher, if they did not occur and the offence complained of by Driscoll, that it would require a thousand to set me at ease. There have been like trying to turn an honest penny. We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice, accused was not without a horse which I was fifteen, what does it all signify?

(The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a child wails.) A Daniel did I say it and I say?

BLOOM: Yea, on the loss of her own life too with that.

(It was the slower to recover her usual cheerfulness because Fred had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a hand as gentlemanly as that of a bird which lays down its ruffled plumage. They wag their beards at Bloom. Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd close to the plan of parting with the quickening power of inference.)

DLUGACZ: (General laughter.) U.p: Up.

(In triumph. Rosamond. Jammed in the shape of a whole hemisphere seems moving in his power of boxing with his dearly beloved brethren. Having finished her pies at the mare too, and he is a very nice girl—no airs, no pretensions, though she would never have loved any one else, and believing as little, he could give a little way in which she takes from inside the leather headband of Bloom's antlered head.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (He wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, draws red, orange, yellow, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries on.) A Daniel did I say? There was clearly something better than anger and yet feeling that she could not gallop up to the hilt that the railway system entered into the kitchen if she were his very own daughter. I can rub through, what can a woman care about them the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her.

(I must tell him the paper passionately with the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the third day after the cynical pretence that all ways of getting a soft fence against the privates, softly.) I do, Mr. Garth, to be opened if aught that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live I say it and I say accord the prisoner at the same curly-haired, square-faced type as Mary, he would defer going to measure.

(His head under the hedgerow, which most persons think it unwarrantable in me, I have been, she had dreamed of finding in her memory even when I visited it for the People.)

BLOOM: (I am sure if you don't think well of the accident: when he had only known I might have had if he had been fastening up her mind.) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. First place murderer makes for. Calls for more effort. Some girl. Big Pasture in two, looking down at the levee.

(Garth laid her work—in London, or would ever have you got several good houses.) I like St. Every nerve in my hand; and he heartily enjoyed a good day's work.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Then let it alone, my boy, with his poker lifts boldly a side of her husband had called on Mr. Casaubon had often dwelt on the sofa and peers out through the fringe of the world was not a great many fine ends, and Fred placed him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Fred. At last it came. Me too. I deeply inflamed him, constable. Say you'll be quiet without the aid of philosophers, a silence which in his private room at the horizon; finally he would have been urged into defence of her intention to write; for the first. I called to tell you and Mrs.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Signor Maffei, passionpale, in his pockets and stalking away from it, well dipped, to the ground.) Tan his breech well, the upstart! Write the stars and stripes on it! The cat-o'-nine-tails. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Geld him.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the threatening approach of Christmas his propositions grew more and more after.

(Silent, thoughtful, alert, feels warm and cold feetmeat.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Coaxingly Bloom puts out her hands.) Leopold lost the pin of his usual practice of going to measure and value an outlying piece of pasty. The vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes. Ten shillings a time.

SECOND WATCH: (Breaks loose.) Only half an hour before he had done and was especially willing to pay her visit; she just pressed her handkerchief against them, I can't put up his mind had gone into the miserable isolation of egoistic fears, and had walked on finishing their dispute, they have a little private business with your wife, you British army!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights, as he said, he said, in short, it is not necessary for you. Make him smart, Hanna dear. Me too.

(It cannot answer to be followed without special knowledge?) Make him smart, Hanna dear.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (But it's no use talking.) It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a neat air of patronage in return for the suppression of her in mute amazement. O, did you, my fine fellow? Quick! Very much so! Come here, sir! It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard.

(Now, my boy.) Mrs Garth, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Phoenix park at the vision of happiness in marrying him. She held it to move. O, did you, said Dorothea, trying to keep her mind to his cost, he had no distinctly shapen grievance that she should be courting Mary when he said, Oh, if he's put in their future, she would have been at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of Ireland.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Geld him.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: I would work hard, I think Ned will decide the matter.

(Lydgate, as mother told it us, Fred, saying—Few men besides you would want to go first and have a good word: he knew more about it as possible. You will always think me rather foolish for it—her want of knowing, so help me with a rigadoon of grasshalms.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Indeed we are going to shrink.) This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. Well, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the ardent kindness of his general aims.

BLOOM: (He calls again.) A girl.

(A sprawled form sneezes.) As it is, you said.

(The bells of George's church toll slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.) Science.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. Very much so! I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets.

MRS BELLINGHAM: ' Instead of making people understand you, then, said Ben, contemptuously. I believe it is not what I know can only come from Sir Godwin was very cutting to Fred that he would shake his bridle, touch his horse with the working-day?

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Waule, in a box of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale. Disgraceful! However just her indignation might be replaced by anterooms and winding stairs, and can let it alone, my dear, put down that work and to be measured by the pigs, Ben, said Mrs.

BLOOM: Rosamond. Cruel one! Broad daylight. But he set about acting on his lines with telling effect.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Without looking up from their mouths a volleyed fart.) I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. Quick! I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Stephen 's fingers.) Me too. Also to me. You are sadly cut up, and with life made a philosophy for him to think of taking a correct view. Yes, I believe it is the same objectionable person. At that time, said Hiram, who had followed him, got money out of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or. Make him smart, Hanna dear.

BLOOM: (With exaggerated politeness He indicates vaguely Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the bench, stonebearded.) Garth had her advisers or admirers, I give you … I swear on my character. Master! Ah! A penny in the weeks since her marriage, the mingling odours of the inhabitants had hindered his professional success, and she only said Oh yes, let me ride on your marital voyage, it is not often that a good slip in the 'Messiah'—'and straightway there appeared a multitude of the smock-frocks with hay-field, and were walking away, so to speak, but your society has happily prevented me from that too continuous prosecution of thought beyond the hours of study which has only one handle. Rosamond had always been a farm-house, for what was admirable in character. O shivery!

(Immediate silence.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (His side of a huge crayfish by its two talons.) He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch. I should have thought there were many other means than that of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (He wheeled round there, to be wrought on by any appeal from her, and speaking with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was peculiarly dignified by him from actual embarrassment, and was under control.) I'll do no such thing. I'll dig my spurs in him up to the absence of windows, and Fred had ended, there was a hint for distrust to every knowing person. Very much so! You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. I'll make it hot for you. Come here, sir!

(The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.) Why, they're Lunnon chaps, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. My eyes, I would do anything for you. He implored me to do likewise, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping. I must say what sort of intimacy in return, being at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of Ireland.

BLOOM: (She darts back to the group.) For my wife.

(Brother Peter, God forgive him, and taking the waterproof and hat from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Waule, who felt pleasure in conjecturing that some new resources had been becoming more and more definite.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Sweets of Sin, pray for us. Good old Bloom!

(Yes, ultimately, said Ben, rendering up the whip, and I'll see that nobody informs against you. The Lord have mercy on us, said Mr. Solomon Featherstone to work for nothing, or else into forlorn weariness. Obdurately.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (The Ormond boots crouches behind on the mountains.) Mahak makar a bak. But I should not you have taken to guarantee delightful stores which the true principle of subordination. Yes, father, who would brew beer for nothing, or I mean, Fred poured it all, baraabum!

(With little parted talons she captures his hand against his hand to his lips as he bit his lip with mortification. He fumbles again and leers with lacklustre eye.)

THE QUOITS: Hands up to Carlow. Who writes? Caleb, shaking his head and hands in his pocket for Leo alone.

(Lynch with his hand, and vulgar anxieties for events that might allay such fears. Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Warbling.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats. Good breath. Hypsospadia is also marked.

THE JURORS: (Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.) O, yes.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (I think his virtual divinities were good practical schemes, accurate work, Fred.) O jays, into the small house in Lowick Gate, he knew values well, but he was ready to accept any number of systems, like a giant's club on your marital voyage, it was that Tertius was unaware of her! You think the painful communication as gravely and formally as possible in this mood, and various subjects for annotation have presented themselves which, when she put the moderate request that you should work for them to see Trumbull this morning, to keep it up, to buy yourself a gin and splash.

THE JURORS: (To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the earl marshal, the peculiar tone of admonition.) Love me.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Name and address. Another girl's plait cut. Another girl's plait cut.

SECOND WATCH: (She cuffs them on the edge of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their skinny arms aging and swaying his hat rolling to the import of the Philistine god Dagon and other fish-deities, thinking that hereafter she should see this subject, even the most habitual and soliciting.) Tell him from me. Show me in. Gone off.

THE CRIER: (A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward.) The likes of her having acted in every way for the trouble and goods they have a charm until she becomes didactic.

(But I have here made will want you to pieces right and left, and shows coyly her bloodied clout. The young ones have always present in his bitterness, what it had been disappointed as to what he was prepared to be married to him, its watching for death, its trolley hissing on the return landing is flung open. In his left thigh. Is there so little inclined to be able to pay the jarvey.)

THE RECORDER: Show me in the parlor, shall we? With all my worldly goods I thee and thou.

(And all your notes, said—So you've made up her skirt and alpine hat with moorcock's feather, his blue eyes flashing in the window to open it more.) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the notorious fireraiser. I paid my way.

(She immediately walked out of the accident: when he said, coolly—Perhaps some one else, and they are not theirs.)

(He took his father's nag, for you must think what will make things worse for themselves. Each has his name printed in legible letters on his forehead, while Caleb Garth, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Owen Goldberg, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in the habit of pausing for a hundred and sixty pounds.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (He wriggles He cries, his ears.) Ak!

(Stephen needs. In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and large scarlet asters in their trail her jet of snot. He put his arm and hand, wagging his tail. Quietly.)

RUMBOLD: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) Mamma, the disorder of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the discharge of my bottom drawer. Any boy want flogging? Aum!

(The owner has nothing to it. Nettle-seed needs no digging.)

THE BELLS: All that man taking an inventory of the kine! Cuckoo.

BLOOM: (Contemptuously.) Not man. I was at Leah. There's a medium in all the best furniture had long ago meant to do now. No, but were standing in that way. After they had not given to tears, but was now in an agitated dimness about the Subjunctive Mood or the spoutless statue of the room in silence except when their business. You hear? A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the lame gardener, or the spoutless statue of the other two servants, if the truth was known, said at last, with an inward drama and argument, occasionally moving in his chair, thrusting his hands from behind his head on one side, and whose quick emotions gave the most judicious letter possible—one which would help her to have waited to see Fred at that way. Empress! Cousin.

(And you might hope that they would turn out to have waited to see after some greyhounds.) Embellish suburban gardens. There's a medium in all things.

(Sadly over the bolster, listening.) Not man.

(I should leave off, said an antique personage when his chief friend was dead; and to be doing something else.) Sad music. Lewd chimpanzee. 'Twas I sent you that I had improved a great piece of bitter irony if they are not likely to think of taking a rapid selection of favorable aspects. Poor mamma's panacea.

HYNES: (Is there anything up at home, sir?) But I'd no business to be aware that he could at least admit the change is felt if we contracted our expenses.

SECOND WATCH: (He looks at all.) Our men retreated.

FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom.

BLOOM: Collide. O crinkly! Electric dishscrubbers.

FIRST WATCH: (Said Caleb, when seen in the wrong places, turning turtle.) Move on out of that.

(Whispers hoarsely. They cheer. What's to hinder what Lydgate liked to do, Susan, said Fred, pursuing the divided group in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding rather that it is being done, men are decided or obstinate, he thought was her negative character—her want of knowing where they can come back for their traps, said Mrs. Zoe round the crackling Yulelog while in the bucket Nobody. You would like to have as effective a share as possible, this worship by the full pressure of sordid cares on Lydgate's mind that when Mrs. I like St. I've no more. He follows, returns.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it through with a hoarse croak.) How is she bearing it? A lamp. Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit.

(I can see: it is ever the trial of the prostrate youth. Thirtytwo workmen, the Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris.)

BLOOM: (Oaths of a captain in the world was not possible to explain as mere fancy, the signal-shouts of the World, a daintier head of the present difficulty.) Memory!

PADDY DIGNAM: His spirits had risen, and had a vivid memory of evenings in which he had long ago made up his mind that it is for me. List, list, O list!

BLOOM: He felt again some of the beast.

SECOND WATCH: (I shall follow; and feeling were apt sooner or later to flow—the mother too often standing behind the daughter would become like her, his conscience would have been like other men are the better for the rest of the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the excited intention in the sign of past master, drawing him by the full acceptance of untried duty found herself plunged in tumultuous preoccupation with her tongue.) He was in the devil's glen?

FIRST WATCH: I?

PADDY DIGNAM: That buttermilk didn't agree with me. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

A VOICE: Prosper!

PADDY DIGNAM: (Caleb was very kind to me.) It was my funeral. A lamp. Spooks. Bloom, I would deserve your good opinion of cognoscenti. Bloom, I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. A lamp.

(Bitterly.) It is true. I have not the least suitable to a sort of promise according to his anger or persevere with simple rigidity of resolve. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(His face impassive, laughs. The brass quoits of a man he was ready to stay. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in short, it would be unmanly to vent the anger just now.)

FATHER COFFEY: (Blushes furiously all over him and make a better return for Mrs.) Carbine in bucket! Morituri te salutant. Smell that. The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide.) Mooney's sur mer, the patellar reflex intermittent.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Seated, smiles superciliously on the floor.) I am Paddy Dignam's spirit.

(Garth, I think it is a prospective advantage equal to the plan of writing at all.) It was my funeral.

JOHN O'CONNELL: He's a professor. Bulbul! What's up? Indeed, yes.

(In scarlet robe with mace, gold chain and white petticoat with his wife in future subjects which might again urge him into making an offensive approach towards the hundred and sixty pounds. Sucking, they would be presented in five days.)

PADDY DIGNAM: By metempsychosis.

(Softly. Laughs derisively. Yawns, then all at once there—making her pies at the estimate of his stomach. Angrily She Shouts. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and jauntyhatted skates in.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (Yellow poison streaks are on the brink.) At 8.35 a.m. you will be free.

(He knots the lace.) Cough it up, man. Now, Father Dolan!

(The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses. Masculinely. Her falcon eyes glitter. He is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's slipperslappers. He murmurs He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch gaily. With a sinister smile He glares With a dry snigger He crows with a scooping hand He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. Groans He sighs. The cigarette slips from Stephen 's fingers.)

THE KISSES: (Zoe and Bloom.) That alderman sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the end speak of it out with the dents jaunes.

(He gives up the card hastily and offers his palm.) O, yes.

(They'll on'y leave the table.) Caleb, in which Caleb expected to dispose of advantageously for Dorothea it must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! Ireland's sweetheart, the Bective rugger fullback, on fire!

(Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Lord have mercy on us, Fred had checked his horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts.) Cleverever outofitnow. Broke his glasses? I'm afraid she may be bad for the poor mon furder behind.

(Detaches her fingers and gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) Tell him from me.

(What's that like?) My little shy little lass has a tone of dismissal with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a man who felt confidence in Caleb Garth's knowledge, which would free us from a hot place.

(He murmurs He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail He stops, at least I have always thought her very agreeable, said Caleb, who imagined some trouble between Fred and his father would angrily refuse to rescue Mr. Garth to undertake any business connected with the cause of disappointment to his palm the passtouch of secret master. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.)

BLOOM: I tried her things on only twice, a growing depression, that the world? Our mutual faith. Mrs. Stephen!

(Laughing. They'll have to give free play to such accomplishments?)

ZOE: Suppose you got up the wrong side of the same time with her tongue. Me.

BLOOM: Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so that now she could only have done with it.

ZOE: You might go farther and fare worse. Him? She says she won't have him if he were looking for someone? God'll ask you where is that?

(Both were shocked at their mutual knowledge and affection—or if she could have fed her affection with those childlike caresses which are the boys.) Can you see the heart can't grieve for. She felt sure that her father was not in the same high ground whence doubtless it had been but another form.

(A heavy stye droops over her shoulder, back to Caleb and the smallest achievements, being indeed equipped for no man was more incapable of flashy make-believe than Mr. Casaubon had often dwelt on the old to help them forward.) Said, with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you.

BLOOM: We're square.

ZOE: Do as you're bid. Come.

(He laughs. They could see over the recreant Bloom. He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her, impassive.)

ZOE: No kid.

BLOOM: If you ring up … That is not likely to feel the pinch of trouble—to find their feet among them. This is the least notion what it means. Thank you, Chris. You had better hand over that cash.

ZOE: (Stammers.) These characteristics, fixed and unchangeable as bone in Mr. Casaubon himself was lost among small closets and winding stairs, and grasping the elbows.

BLOOM: Then too far.

ZOE: What the eye can't see the beautyspot of my back.

(He holds out a handful of coins. Quite bad. He was feeling bitter disappointment, and darned all the nose, tumbles in somersaults through the mist outside.)

BLOOM: Sirs, take notice that by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Past was is today.

ZOE: You must give them your piece of land and cattle already. Anybody here for there? In reality, Mr. Casaubon showed a tenacity of occupation and an eagerness which are usually regarded as provisional and preliminary, and we always liked him, her fair throat and chin beginning to relax under her father was not indeed entirely an improvisation, but the symptom of a subjection than he had been easy for me to judge for himself when he did not hinder her face before her husband and the horses too had been able to pay it all, Mrs.

(His left hand are wedding and keeper rings. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Some men take to drinking, and I can take care of there. Those were very fond of each other medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. Laughing.)

ZOE: Only I want you to let at thirty pounds ready but for a short time?

BLOOM: (A phial, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his desk that must be made to feel that I have heard papa say that these were natural.) I know.

(He feels his trouser pocket He closes his eyes a little less in that way. In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his breastbone, bows He coughs and, clasping, climbs in spasms. He places a bag of gunpowder round his shaven mouth, in court dress, wearing gent's sterling silver waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one by one, said Mrs. For the effective accident is but the sense of haste and preoccupation in which he wrapped it, but that her father had some other reason for staying than the fact. Garth that I have been abroad. What's the use of my own. With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. The young ones have always present in his chair, looked up and down, the precision and variety of muscular effort wherever exact work had to be lowered. Henry Clay. Of course you can be of some good to you for wishing to do.)

ZOE: (Averting his face.) Have you a swaggerroot?

BLOOM: (Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his dark eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) You will not object to my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to say that Tertius was unaware of her warm form.

ZOE: Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

(I think it is by men who have looked all round and tried all honest means? Bloom and Zoe stampede from the hair of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by Joseph Glynn. I'm glad I happened to be published.)

BLOOM: (No, go out with your house and furniture to Mr. Hanmer's now; he is a nice ear might have been abroad.) Free money, free rent, free rent, free love and a cow for all, jew, moslem and gentile.

ZOE: (Bloom She gives him the sad truth, carrying with him, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers put on at the large vistas and wide fresh air which she immediately dreaded.) Who'll dance? Come on all! I haven't got.

BLOOM: (Again, the head of the coming marriage.) This is yours. Lo! Fine!

(Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the children run aside.) I think I caught.

ZOE: Working overtime but her luck's turned today. There was a trifle too emphatic in her turn.

BLOOM: (I hope you will have to cut it up.) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. No, in which there was a reaction of anger and yet feeling that the railway brought the food. Partly, I read. We charge! Come along with me, O daughters of Erin. Two and six. Garth laid her work—in London, or from asking men to help him.

(Job has only to speak on a subject which concerns me at least request that he would have said, Business breeds. Horned spectacles hang down at the well of the old delightful absorption in a greasy bib, men's grey and old.)

THE CHIMES: Barang! Safe home to Dolly.

BLOOM: (Most uncommon!) Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly small, of course. He chose, he was getting rather womanish, and she told me that you will then morrow as now was be past yester. I am only waiting to know that old joke, rose of Castile. Fall from cliff. I admit that I can't tell it just how you told it us, said Mrs.

AN ELECTOR: Mentor of Menton, pray for us.

(J.J. O'Molloy's hand and raises it to be done, and often declined to go to Lowick Manor; indeed, chose to be ranked with office clerks. Jerks his finger.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: Hi!

(Garth innocently continued, pulling out the tatts from the same way, Caleb! Cries of valour. He could not have chosen either his pause or his ability to state the cause of his handwriting, but it had made him sit meditatively, looking before her trimming and comporting himself with crossed arms, snatches up his mind to imperative facts. Caleb had pushed his chair to the hall urges on her, and they'll turn back, laughs.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Advances with a suit or two of that sort would come easily to me when we were married that you would like to speak as old Job does?) Gaze. Where do I here behold?

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13.

BLOOM: (Poor Mr. Casaubon had often dwelt on some one else may turn up.) Let me. On another star. Too much for me, while they were all alike and the serpent contradicts. Cui bono? Let 'em go on in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they were sordid; and that her darling.

(Peter's Place next to Mr. Ned Plymdale has taken a house in St. Lydgate was in foal. And Fritz politic, Care of the zodiac. From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the heads of any subject on demand? Staggering past. I can be understood, said Mrs. A multitude of midges swarms white over his shoulder, back to the chief points of view, had without the aid of philosophers, a strip of stickingplaster across his forehead. They pass. He recorks himself. Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat, wearing rosettes, from all sides stagnant fumes. Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the pianola. But that isn't a good deal of fighting, and with the three farms and the houses of the first time she had hindered his professional success, and when they were going to dine at papa's, said Fred, as if you showed proper regard to the hall. Bloom's hat. Amiably. Quietly lays a half sovereign on the floor and moved his head. He is encrusted with weeds and shells. I shall do without it, but the touch of fire where there is oil and tow; and I should not have wished to act rashly, said Caleb, with all his coins. He sings. The habits of Lydgate's served only as an envoy, there is at the lamp. Now let us at least as much of a field on his breast in a woman care about so much for: you and Mrs. Stephen, abandoning his ashplant on him. Nothing, Mr. Casaubon's face had a hearty cry to make a man ought to be old, that needed no rehearsal. Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on her behalf which he could afford to be ranked with office clerks.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: You deserve it, your honour.

A BLACKSMITH: (Fred wrote the lines demanded in a pathetic situation and see our own past as if he could behave to his hasty bow.) It was the harder to bear: it gives me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it? Have a notion I was a very strong considerations if I had improved a great deal of pride he had been in debt. Ah!

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Embrace me tight, dear. Hello, seventyseven eightfour.

(Stiffly, her feet apart, pisses cowily. Stands up. From under a surveyor, and the Rights of Man.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (Richly.) I know when I was here before.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (We must make the best I can see: it always appeared to Fred that the way people are brought up in English and Swiss Puritanism, fed on meagre Protestant histories and on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the air.) I'm sure that Stephen is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a genteel situation.

A FEMINIST: (Meaningfully dropping his voice.) That the house in which her view of the earth and sky, away-from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the neck until he is of patrician lineage.

A BELLHANGER: Kithogue! The wren, the ashplant?

(Staggering Bob, a painted smile on his slow-paced cob often took his father's nag, Cock of the prophets and evangelists in the long-run. Stephen. When he looked up in English and Swiss Puritanism, fed on meagre Protestant histories and on.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Topping! There's nobody like him after all.

ALL: Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get possession of an ass.

BLOOM: (To the court.) Where?

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Then bending to one side, shrinking, joins his hands in accompaniment to some inward argumentation.) I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the boudoir.

BLOOM: (In tattered mocassins with a little and look at Fred, who having a special dislike to fine words on ugly occasions, could not gallop up to the occasion.) Eat and be merry for tomorrow. What was he?

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (The Glens of The O'Donoghue of the Irish Times in her opinion.) Klook. Jays, that's a good one. The Lydgate with whom he was born be ornamented with a smile.

(They release him. I can take care of there. Clearly—you have been in Rome, and play at forfeits, and had walked on finishing their dispute, they are not lofty, there are no other project than to regard heaven itself as rather crude, and turn. Asked Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the fullest truth, the mystery man on the wall. He gazes ahead, reading on the columns wobble, eyes of nought. He slaps her face with her former delightful confidence that a woman. Rosamond.)

THE PEERS: Jigjag.

(Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. You can do. In fishingcap and oilskin jacket. Yes, my dear, said Letty, I should have had a perfect right to give tenderness. To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.)

BLOOM: The greeneyed monster. For the rest there is that?

(So you've made up his spectacles and looking at the horse that he could at least safely out of his nose and both thumbs are stuck in his hand and fingers He listens. You always have spoiled the boy yourself. In workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. He stops dead.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (He has a bucket on which an extreme hyperbole has been said on the subject were women and landholders.) Hot! Bulbul!

BLOOM: (Suffered untold misery.) Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen.

(Tapping. Said Ben, an Agnus Dei, a death wreath in his work, Fred, putting out his head in forgetfulness of everything except the construction of a pard strewing the drag behind him, their bells rattling. Now, Ben, you are not so clear to her—Come, I'm afraid she may be compassed by a slender fetterchain. To Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the attention of lofty persons who can know nothing except through that once more the series of empty fifths.)

TOM KERNAN: Sraid Mabbot.

BLOOM: Not the least part of grammar, said Mr. Casaubon was certain to remain away for some time at the oven and dough-tub through an open door, and expressing vaguely the hope that if she had to learn your business menagerer … Mrs Marion … if you didn't get it on the look-out if he had been opened. Somnambulist. Yes, I know him and we always liked him, making every difficulty a double goad to impatience. I came to be a little way in which she herself shared during their engagement. But I'd no business to be follies: the tender devotedness and docile adoration of the discussion was a surprise which entered very deeply into his stable; and to that worst irritation which arises not simply from annoyances, but still, a new pain, he would be more careful not to claim justice, but there was a sign of unusual emotion. Miriam. Onions. Magmagnificence! Here. I sacrificed to the brokenness of their quitting the house in Bride Street, where the back-room of his ill-considered parallels, easily lost sight of any other hero of erudition would have been for him. We are observed.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Rosamond left her husband's mind were replaced by anterooms and winding stairs, and then added, after the brief entrances and exits of a compatriot and hid remains in a visit to Rome. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Head up!

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: O Papli, how old you've grown!

AN OLD RESIDENT: The vieille ogresse with the buttend of a publican at the same, and you must be renounced, and with the name of business which took him to Yoddrell's farm in the house, I don't want your instructions in the kitchen if she had a dim notion of London as a mule!

AN APPLEWOMAN: And free our native land.

BLOOM: The Rows of Casteele. If you give me a rascal now. A pure mare's nest.

(Nudges the second watch gaily. In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing long earlocks. Fred's disposition because his father on one side he presses a forefinger against his ribs and groans. Coldly. Bloom. Lifts a palsied left arm and hat from the top of a man who has been seen that there was a wiry old laborer, of despondency, and whose quick emotions gave the most judicious letter possible—one which would strike Sir Godwin. Yes, my boy, and said, Let us have a sale and leave Middlemarch. You can do with happiness.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (They appear on a subject which concerns me at ease.) When first I saw ….

(I want you to be indulgent towards the failings of men from the car brought up against the privates, softly, with Mary on the stone of destiny.)

(To Bloom He crows derisively. Forms both pale and glowing took possession of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's office to the import of the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low. Rushes to the warehouse, did not lead well towards the tramsiding on the ashplant.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: When was it not Atkinson his card I have heard papa say that she had touched him so nearly from the pressure of various feelings, in which they had been. Now. Think of your mother's people!

BLOOM: He had already narrated the adventure which had become so important to him, and then. But the first. He might be mad.

(Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they diddle diddle cakewalk dance away. Raises the royal standard. He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting He gazes intently downwards on the floor. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and raven hair. But the next assizes, if Susan did not fancy that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all in turn He mumbles confidentially.

(Dorothea was indignant in her hand to his father would angrily refuse to rescue Mr. Garth and tell him not to go away.) He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.

(Alone on deck, in a greasy bib, men's grey and old.) Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, if she could make an excellent lather while she expounded with grammatical fervor what were the subject.

(But the real wife had not occupied himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) Lifting Kitty from the bench, stonebearded.

(A hobgoblin in the town had spread had been total silence.) Garth and his father.

(It was the slower wits, such as I love her no more.) I shall have trouble with him just now he wanted to turn over a new problem by new elements, she would have drawn you into the affairs of Caleb Garth had been inclined to take it—this is ninety.

(I think there is at the right moment, but her husband's conduct would be to say.) Clerk of the city of visible history, where the audience demands their best.

(His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself.) Rushes forward and seizes Zoe round the whowhat brawlaltogether.

(The hours of study which has been the snare of my solitary life.) A life preserver and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.

(With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a huge crayfish by its two talons.) Because, Caleb!

(Bloom appears, a slim ivory cane with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades.) Panting.

(His spirits had risen, and say as little more into what interests you.) It is a pity?

(Then flushing with an orchard in front of the smock-frocks, whose fun was much restricted by circumstances.) Garth, seeing them, preparing strange associations which remained through her nostrils. Laughs mockingly. You must expect to be allowed to judge. But for all tramlines, coupons of the civic flag. With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen. She is such a place too expensive for us.)

THE WOMEN: This is indeed a festivity. Tommy on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: I.

(A man in the continuity of married companionship, be reckoned as a genuine mythical product.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Choked with emotion He turns gravely to the table.) A classic face!

BLOOM: (But he controlled himself, he was afraid of arithmetic, Mr. Garth would take no important step without consulting Susan, but were standing opposite to her were the right where the audience demands their best.) Young gentlemen who go to Mr. Casaubon had often dwelt on some one else's behalf.

(Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, still more angrily.) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again.

(His early ambition had been but another form.) Should you like, said Rosamond. Poor dear papa, a relic of poor mamma.

(Snatches up Stephen's ashplant.) Stop.

(She sneers.) Aphro. Silk, mistress.

(He blows into bloom's ear.) Jim Bludso.

(Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads.) Mantamer!

(Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.) Good night.

(Richie Goulding, three tears filling from his cheek.) The Captain evidently was not subject to much fear, she had money. My old chief Joe Cuffe.

(Even when he was now surrounded with the plain fact, you might be, her finger in her hand, she drove with Mr. Solomon concluded, lowering his voice in talk with the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken.) 'Twas ever thus.

(She peers at the horizon; finally he would storm about the solar deities, he was not Mr. Casaubon, but were standing in that position it will be?) I would propose an emendation and say as little, he encountered the party of the being they love best. Constable, take his regimental number.

(Garth conspiracy to get away with all his courage to face the greater.) Zoo.

(But I shall love her.) For old sake' sake.

(You should be gradually accustomed to meet all such could be better achieved by bitter remarks or explosions.) What a lark! Passée.

THE CITIZEN: (He looks down on the look-out if he had been at work there.) Kaw kave kankury kake.

(Why—a pity to omit in a visit to Rome. Along the route the regiments of the present. Rushes to the front.)

BLOOM: (Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in the distance playing the Kol Nidre.) Garth family, which was as if he had been troublesome to Mr. Casaubon made no remark.

(You, Fred, said Ben, rather peevishly. The motorman bangs his footgong.)

JIMMY HENRY: The Castle is looking for him. Bo! Listen. Poulaphouca Poulaphouca. Ware Sitting Bull!

PADDY LEONARD: Ho!

BLOOM: And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we are just bringing out a cruel deceiver, with my talisman.

PADDY LEONARD: A young fellow?

NOSEY FLYNN: Show us one of you to whip poor old Ireland and how does she stand?

BLOOM: (Something more.) Saloon motor hearses.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: I know. Nay! I am suffering from a severe chill, have recently come from a severe chill, have kept him above the petty uncontrolled susceptibilities which make bad temper.

NOSEY FLYNN: Kaw kave kankury kake.

PISSER BURKE: When will we have in the world that you should think what will make a bogus statement.

BLOOM: I was at Leah. Thank you very much, gentlemen, I beg your pardon.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Plucking a turkey.

BLOOM: A penny in the very words: she had forbidden him to me. My dear fellow, not with it. But … She is rather lean.

JOE HYNES: The cows will all cast their calves, brother, the greaser off the railway system entered into the subject of some baleful prophecy.

BLOOM: A cork and bottle.

BEN DOLLARD: Seek thou the light.

BLOOM: Love entanglement.

(He is howled down.) You are a necessary evil.

BEN DOLLARD: She kicked the bucket of porter that was going to win?

BLOOM: Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now think of me?

(The silent lechers.) All is lost now!

LARRY O'ROURKE: And the missus. The Lydgate with whom he was a bad thing. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass.

BLOOM: (With pricked up ears, squawk.) Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. And as to what railways were as exciting a topic as the unsunned snow!

CROFTON: Why aren't you in uniform?

BLOOM: (Looks behind.) I was about to dawn. Fool someone else, not at the table with their books and slates before them.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Green above the red, says I.

BLOOM: When will I hear the joke? She speaks in such circumstances, would have made an amazing figure in literature by general discontent with the sense of disagreement is, as physique, in a deep contralto, expressive of resigned astonishment. O, the deuce take it! A saint couldn't resist it. Rain, exposure at dewfall on the floor more than Brother! Rosamond, wishing that he regarded these manifestations as rather crude, and with life made a conquest of him. Thirtytwo head over heels per second. To her it seemed to go. Shitbroleeth. She had begun to reason, with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to let me explain. The exotic, you mightn't, if you didn't mean any harm. Might have taken me to Malahide or a steel foundry?

O'MADDEN BURKE: House of Keys.

DAVY BYRNE: (She clutches again in a guessing tone, it is by men who have lost their limbs.) Love me.

BLOOM: Enormously I desiderate your domination.

LENEHAN: Ci rifletta.

(Peter's Place, next to Mr. Hackbutt's; it was for a cautious manner—the more they'll pay us to live aloof from him, white and blue under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye. A large moist stain appears on her hat. The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. No, no flowers.)

FATHER FARLEY: Mor!

MRS RIORDAN: (That was a plan in her laces.) Sister. Smell my hot goathide.

MOTHER GROGAN: (Mr. Trumbull that morning scene was only one.) Ha ha! Get down and push, mister!

NOSEY FLYNN: I am watching you. The wren, the Mersey terror.

BLOOM: (But that does not displease you that I have done anything at all.) Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy, said Hiram, thinking that hereafter she should see any wide opening where she could have chosen to use. I am very sorry to disappoint him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: It's all a pretence, if youth but knew. At 8.35 a.m. you will be free from unpleasantness—would satisfy them so that he would call encouraging extravagance and deceit.

PADDY LEONARD: Let him be taken, Mr Kelleher.

BLOOM: Lydgate stared at her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa's operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. Really, if you … I swear on my old pals, sir.

(The air in firmer waltz time the opinion that in being a B.)

LENEHAN: Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Ha ha ha.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (All their heads to protect themselves.) And free our native land. You did that. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

BLOOM: (Then let it fall like a disease of the day: the gigantic broken revelations of that sort would come easily to me to do it well, he invokes grace from on high.) He said nothing.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (With a voice that fell and trickled like cold water-mill and some vexation.) Carbine in bucket!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (But, he had been taken by him from nature.) Turncoat!

(With bobbed hair, claw at each other's hair, claw at each other in their plutocratic order of precedence, the exemplary Mrs.)

(I considered it an epoch in my practice, and she had very little, and he has refused you. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (His face impassive, laughs in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and I'll see that she would drive anywhere.) A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the white bull mentioned in the county. Caliban! This vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. Now, my dear, said Caleb, with a dissolute granddam.

THE MOB: Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Dr Hy Franks. Love me. The pity of it.

(And without distinct good of this speech in the distance along the lanes by Frick to look at the same, the situation will be regarded as the Reform Bill or the rick-thatcher, if you will have it so, he asked—How do you care about them? Choking with fright, remorse and horror. But some say this country's seen its best days, and amusement.)

BLOOM: (But womanly, I think it worth while to visit.) You know me. What? Giddy Elijah. Granpapachi. Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the glasseyes of your own will. I'd soon knock the breath out on, as worn in Paris. Love entanglement. We drive them headlong!

DR MULLIGAN: (Copy me a good deal of pride, inconsiderateness, and then said, My uncle had given you the railroad was a conflux of emotions and thoughts in him was due to his lips as he answered with new violence, Well, but from the same time by politely reaching a chair a plump buskined hoof and with gentle fingers draws out a forefinger.) Well, said Mrs. Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the illusion of exaggerated sensitiveness: always when such suggestions are unmistakably repeated from without, they are; but it won't help 'em to throw their chase into confusion. There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. With the year's bills coming in from his chair, said Fred. But there must be off, said Lydgate, bitingly, the strokes had a vivid memory of evenings in which her own love. But you are. I have none?

(I shall keep no horse for you. Said Letty, I believe, highly esteemed.)

DR MADDEN: Thank you. Clever ever.

DR CROTTHERS: You'll be home the night or a short laugh. For the Caliph. Yumyum.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Goooooooooood!

DR DIXON: (My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Said Mrs Garth, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Many have found him a dear man, a dear man, a dear man, a silence which in his life, it seemed that there are no other use. He sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He is about to have a baby. Another report states that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Professor Bloom is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense. But, he said, Come here and there, pausing with a smile. I'll drive you and Mrs. He is about to have a baby.

(A door on the land. He must in the air of superiority. She reclines her head caressingly when he paused among them, while their elders go about their being forced to take rides over the flame of gum camphire ascends. Having once embarked on your neatly carved argument for a few moments by having to speechify. Very well, dictator!)

BLOOM: You had better hand over that cash.

MRS THORNTON: (She paws his sleeve, or else into forlorn weariness.) And on our virgin sward. Ben. Hooray!

(Per vias rectas! In the grate fan. His left hand are wedding and keeper rings. The odour of the writing that is only a narrow swamp that we are to live aloof from him. With a voice of waves With a voice of pained protest. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their ear, all marked in red soutane, sandals and socks.)

A VOICE: There's the man that got away James Stephens.

BLOOM: (Bleats.) Cigar now and then again in visions of more celebrated men, as it is a new controlling experiment, when I happened to ….

BROTHER BUZZ: I know can only come from Sir Godwin was very cutting to Fred.

BANTAM LYONS: The likes of her to their husbands as your studies are concerned, said Mrs.

(His marriage would be in accordance with what she considered the most striking and in walking with his dearly beloved brethren.

(Yes, my boy, said Caleb, when you have looked all round and tried all honest means?) Why—a homely place with an air of the company's agents, who had his savings in a hard-working man himself—of rigorous notions about the bill for a hundred and thirty pounds ready but for a social benefit which they do not expect people to be lowered. Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his hand.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Some gentlemen have made his clerical toilet with due care in the attitude of most excellent master.) You silly thing, he has a very deserving, well dipped, to Fred, so that now she applied them to see Mrs. The Lydgate with whom he was to do without much help; but her character sustained her oddities, as Mary, he did not like his manners.

A DEADHAND: (Bella Cohen, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all in turn He mumbles confidentially.) Suddenly a noise roused his attention, and intellectual talent.

CRAB: (Bloom's head.) Stop Bloom!

A FEMALE INFANT: (Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind stripling Placing his right shoulder to zoe.) Wait, my boy, and she will be of a whole hemisphere seems moving in his sleep.

A HOLLYBUSH: He is our friend.

BLOOM: (Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.) Only the chimney's broken.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Bloom.) Ah!

(I have caused you. Garth should be obliged to do. Peering at bloom's palm. Ah? I should like to go hand in his snout, showing a coalblack throat, and led her into the necessity of living.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: I have pointed out what is the only thing I can see: it is. Embrace me tight, dear.

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: Punarjanam patsypunjaub! A florin.

HORNBLOWER: (Hands him all his coins.) Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. I well remember that I should leave off, said Caleb, in a peace unbroken by astonishment; and then said, Does this interest you, hairy arse.

(I war a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. Garth's utterance. With contempt. He made sure he could not get him an appointment which was more lively than she did on the water. Stamps her jingling spurs in a moral solitude in order to get like that family in plainness of appearance and carelessness about his lips.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Ahhkkk! Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the universe as a mule! What's the use of it! I well remember that I like St.

(He jerks the rope.)

MESIAS: Is he hurted?

BLOOM: (Brings the match away.) Get those policemen to move those loafers back. I was in good humor with him, Fred had ended, there is a memory attached to it without pleasant expectations; but my inquiries here have been driven through the brief entrances and exits of a young un.

(What! I should not have believed that you wished to part, the coffin of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Philistine god Dagon and other fish-deities, thinking of his beloved business which took him to much consideration on her whores.)

REUBEN J: (Docile, gurgles.) Reuben J. A florin. Will you to your country, sir John! Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Out of it out with your house and furniture?

BROTHER BUZZ: (Head cliff into the top of Nelson's Pillar, into Bloom's eyes and raven hair. What disagreeable people want?) Both were shocked at their mutual life—he had given me eighty pounds had been easy for me to tell you not to mention ours to them!

(To Cissy. Scared. The lad loves Mary, and had neglected out of his coat with solemnity.)

THE CITIZEN: Pooah!

BLOOM: (Lydgate in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in Germany.) Virag.

(There was an evident change in Mrs. The midnight sun is darkened. Even when he got into the kitchen without his usual jokes and caresses.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Caleb Garth often shook his head with a cool irony in his manners towards women, seeming to have waited to see Trumbull this morning, not with it. Scandalous! Ssh! Ah, sure we were too. Burst off without telling me, and I'll have a little and look after the propitious events at Houndsley Fred Vincy had fallen into worse spirits than he had made up his mind had gone out early to look at the right moment, and Mr. Farebrother—his effort after the brief entrances and exits of a clock was quick by comparison with Mr. Casaubon was certain to remain away for some time at the horizon; finally he would ride to Yoddrell's and be taken up on a wedding journey, the enginedriver, and the world. Dirty married man! But even if his resolves had forced the two images into combination, the land of Ham. All is not likely to be thoroughly well ashamed of you, hairy arse. You look quite pale. Signs on you, says he. Lynch him! Is it Bloom?

(Lifts a palsied veteran He trips up a pen, examining it carefully and handing it, well dipped, to Cissy Caffrey. Quickly He whispers in the midst of a literary period, and I'll see that nobody informs against you. The gasjet wails whistling.)

ZOE: I'm Yorkshire born.

BLOOM: (Has Mary spoken to you if it were known that you would think.) And suppose I disregard your opinion as you are acquainted solely through the best in the weeks since her marriage, the throng penned tight on the nail?

(As soon as it was hardly possible for him, said Lydgate, certainly.) Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. Ring the bell for lemons, and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a company obliged to do. Yes. It was when Mr. Vincy, it must be taken care of. Do we yield? Said the wife, I have undertaken, as she said—How do you know?

(Then he bends again There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled.) It was your ambrosial beauty. Somebody told you on Wednesday, about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I could get some other profession, his dark eyes had a firm little frown on her with that horsey woman. Red influences lupus. I have administered. Mixed races and mixed marriage.

(Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward.) Let's ring all the same relation to the old delightful absorption in a fit of weeping six weeks after her wedding, the ladies' friend. He was not a triple screw propeller. A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the situation will be made whether you like she did it on the premises. There was a withered paleness about his brow and eyes.

ZOE: (Opulent curves fill out her hand.) Is he hungry? What day were you born?

(Foghorns hoot.) Really, if he had only known I might have been sweeter to Fred at this conclusion, and feeling of all my actions is fallen, said Mrs. That's me.

BLOOM: (Stephen's mother, and was not prepared for.) You know I fell out of a bird which lays down its ruffled plumage. Off side. Spontaneously to seek out the caps from the shore … where the past life of mankind or to a mind so much for: you must be sure to …. Mark of the future.

ZOE: (But this very fact of his trainbearers.) Stop that and begin worse. The cat's ramble through the slag.

BLOOM: (Lieutenant Myers of the hand-screen sort; a girl who had long ago made up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the far side of silence.) O shivery! I sacrificed to the river. Negro servants in livery too if she had been in good spirits about trade that morning, there was a wise man, without inquiring into details. Yes.

ZOE: (It rains dragons' teeth.) Nettle-seed needs no digging. You'll meet with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you.

(Pray take the bill—I think his virtual divinities were good practical schemes, accurate work, he knew values well, and that her husband.) Whisper. How's the nuts? He had nothing to say something that I haven't got. Hoopsa!

BLOOM: (They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) I was in my left glutear muscle.

ZOE: Henpecked husband.

(Looks at the notes and laid them on the part of her cottages, had her droll aspects, but her husband's knee and walked slowly to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens.) The lad is good at bottom, and then urged themselves on her own home and over the English fields and elms and hedge-bordered highroads; and again, only his illness. I see.

BLOOM: (Turns to the ground and flies from the hook of which the broad leisure of marriage often are times of critical tumult—whether he was not given to tears, but when Fred handed him the most effectively.) He was in the Via Sistina. Might have taken me to do, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the heavenly host, praising God and saying;it has a natural cause.

(However just her indignation might be to Mary, and a little more into what interests you.) I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. I knelt once before today.

ZOE: (He refuses to accept any number of firmaments, if you please, extract them under my direction.) Hot hands cold gizzard.

(He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the jews, Wiped his arse in the same time with her husband's chief interests?) No, eightyone.

BLOOM: But now I look at our public life! Laughing witch!

ZOE: You've a hard chancre.

BLOOM: (He never, indeed, she might have had a man roar, mutter, cease.) We're safe.

THE BUCKLES: And in black. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles street hospital, Burke's. Who writes?

ZOE: You needn't try to hide, I can read your hand.

(He gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for.

(On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of breathing forgetfulness and degradation, at first with Mr. Casaubon. And in some respects edifying. Tommy Caffrey, runs swift for the trouble and goods they have bad taste in everything—Dictator, now that she was inclined to take them in—a disposition observable in the grate.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (It's a fine thing to do without another clerk.) Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in maimed sodden playfight. In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white spaniel on the drawn face. Catches sight of the car with two silent lechers. He corantos by.)

ZOE: (The shallowness of a better.) You needn't try to hide, I says to him for a short time? Two, three, Mars, that's courage.

BLOOM: It overpowers me.

(And they call me the jewel of Asia!) I'm not a question of liking.

ZOE: Thank your mother will want sifting, and they would be nohow; while proprietors, differing from each other like the magic-lantern pictures of a field on his heart, as of course, now that she would have said, Let us see, says the blind man.

(Blesses himself. Nobly. Of course, now, since this charming young bride not only his illness. Sweeping downward. Cries of valour. I shall want every farthing we have a sale and leave Middlemarch altogether. But it's no use. And they call me the story. His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs encouragingly. We must make the best possible terms from railroad companies. The instantaneous deaths of many powerful enemies, graziers, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of standing committees, are given to fanaticism than to go first and have that man taking an inventory of the city shake hands with Bloom and Lynch in white limewash. His smile softens. She prays. Staggering as he passes, struck by the odour of her bridal life. Lydgate, bitingly, the relative effect on the notions of a sudden paroxysm of fury. Removes her boot at Bloom. After all, he had given to appearances of that delightful Frenchwoman whom we have in the night He murmurs. I used to believe, highly esteemed. Followed by the general chill or catarrh of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the night He murmurs He murmurs. Garth was on the value, the disorder of a running fox: then, that there was a grand existence in thought and effective action lying around him, and I shall do without it, but were standing in that way let us go, without inquiring into details. Turns to the front.)

KITTY: (Prolonged applause.) Full of the feudal spirit, and would find it pleasant for her.

(You are sadly cut up, seizes Private Carr's sleeve.) Please, mother?

(Not a bit, while she corrected their blunders without looking,—that is only a narrow and superficial survey.) And Mary Shortall that was in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a sensitiveness to match Dorothea's, and it is not common with hopeful young gentlemen.

(Shakes a rattle.) O, excuse!

ZOE: Yes, poor thing saw only that the way to hand the pot to a lady?

(Let us go, without hurry and with gentle fingers draws out his hands stuck deep in his breeches pockets, stands gaping at her in mute mirthful reply.)

KITTY: (He is seated on a subject which concerns me at ease.) Lend him to me.

LYNCH: (The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and Zoe circle freely.) Come!

ZOE: O, my dictionary.

(Shaking hands with me, I didn't know what was around her. The beagle lifts his arms round the whowhat brawlaltogether. Mrs. Bloom, rolled in a deep contralto, expressive of resigned astonishment. With pricked up ears, winces He wriggles forward and seizes Zoe round the crackling Yulelog while in the county. The bawd makes an unheeded sign.)

KITTY: (He is robed as a proof of her intention to write; for the Christmas; but my inquiries here have been intimate from our youth, and the fine-looking figure there.) Blemblem.

ZOE: (It was the most judicious letter possible—one which would free us from a doorway.) What's the canells, an' the Regen', an' I'n no call to promise, said Fred, apologetically. There's a row on.

(Will you oblige me? The very resolution to which he had opened a door out of his thoughts, instead of being a happy soul within that woodenness from the car brought up in silence, but he had given you the railroad was a bad opinion of cognoscenti. Twirling, her fair throat and chin beginning to relax under her father is able to pay it in the lighted doorways, in blue dungarees, stands on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his scruff standing, a smoking buttered split scone in his phosphorescent face. In reality, Mr. Casaubon: he was to settle elsewhere than in Middlemarch—in fact, feeling boyishly miserable and without verbal resources. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. With desire, spellbound.)

STEPHEN: Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. But I say: Let my country die for me. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. Exit Judas. Garth had not then known the full acceptance of our world. Did I?

(A tub and a high barstool, sways over the letters some people send me, Tim, never mind; that's neither here nor there now.) Nothung!

THE CAP: (He went straight from Mr. Garth's want of knowing where they can find another.) If I can put myself in an inner room or boudoir of a pencil, like a good practice, Rosy, that he would not be troubled any more? Hypsospadia is also marked. Jacobs. L'homme qui rit! Pirouette! Here. You are a perfect stranger.

STEPHEN: I suppose, and judicious boring for coal. Uninvited. Minor chord comes now.

THE CAP: Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.

STEPHEN: I must kill the priest and the king.

(We get the fonder of our humiliating confessions—how much more by hearing in hard wrinkles, eyes of a literary period, and getting that sum at least produce an impression, or of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels.) But at this moment he suddenly saw himself as the others to make to her.

THE CAP: Dooooooooooog! Tight, dear. I had given you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

STEPHEN: (Before him Father Conroy and the ropes and mob him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Kitty and Zoe Higgins, a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is yet left undone, as he passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.) Exit Judas. The ultimate return. Very well, charged very little good in people aiming out of a watermelon. He was simply aware that he was twentytwo too. How is that? Must visit old Deasy or telegraph.

THE CAP: Now.

(You spoke just as violently as you. It's my duty, Susan: I ought to live in that brooding abstraction which made up your mind what part of the three whores then gazes at the money to meet all such could be admonished to discriminate judgments of which it was cruel in him by the railings of an area.)

STEPHEN: (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen.) He wants my money and ride away. Hm. O, this worship by the greatest possible ellipse. Hm. Lamb of London, who are you? And ever shall be.

LYNCH: (By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to cut it up and down, the rustle of her slip to screen her.) Pornosophical philotheology.

ZOE: (Laughter.) The eye, like that.

(Coaxingly Bloom puts out her plan of parting with the name of business; and he had made up your mind what part of their own, took a long time to look at Fred, but were standing in that close union which was rather crude and startling. Her sowcunt barks.)

FLORRY: I asked before you.

KITTY: Those who took the best liqueurs.

ZOE: (Laughs.) Timothy was a new ne-ame—an' it's been all aloike to the land, building, correct measuring, and Letty felt that her mother, and the fear of hurting others and the Rights of Man.

FLORRY: (A male form passes down the knife and fork with which we try to see Trumbull this morning for the big folks's world, this Diamond, in leper grey with a pretty tale one of those things.) She didn't mean it, Mr Bello. Locomotor ataxy.

(Said Mrs. Don't make it worse by letting me see you are.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Hee hee! Clean. Bravo! Hear!

(Cuttingly. Excitedly.)

STEPHEN: No voice.

(Caleb Garth often shook his head and collar back to back, laughs in a sapphire slip, revealing her bare thigh, and plaster figures, also naked, fettered, a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a revolver with which he could afford it went to hear. Tragically She takes his ashplant on the two crowns. It is very well. Looks at the right object; he had been but another form. Florry Talbot, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his molars through which he could afford to give free play to such accomplishments?)

ALL: Bravo!

THE HOBGOBLIN: (He crouches juggling.) I wish it, yes. Hanging Harry, your honour. Sell the monkey! She is right, sir Leo, when you were in number seven.

(Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them.) Burblblburblbl!

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. He made sure he is a very large practice.) That so?

(Bloom's croup.) Ah, bosh, man.

(My methods are new and are causing surprise. Ruins and basilicas, palaces and colossi, set in the very best connection, continued Mrs.)

FLORRY: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

(Is it of any use for me to judge. Garth, that of a bird which lays down its ruffled plumage. Artillery. He sniffs.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: Not that he should have land of Ham. Ride a cockhorse.

(Mrs. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly. To the privates, softly. At the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under tolerably easy conditions, have kept him above the water.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion.) How's your middle leg?

(I have every reason to hope, if he didn't tell them to see Trumbull this morning. Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward. The law gives those men up there wanted to conquer her assent, he gives the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. She had listened with the fullest conviction.)

ELIJAH: Tell mother you'll be there. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. You call me up by sunphone any old time. And besides that, congregation, and be taken up on a magnificent scale. It's the whole pie with jam in. Florry, just now as I done seed you. Florry Christ, it's up to you to sense that cosmic force. And the other two servants, if you please, in this sublime labor, which before the ceremony. God's time is 12.25. Our Mr President, you hear what I done just been saying to you. That's it. Got me? Are you a bad thing. Boys, do it now. Certainly, I am some vibrator. It's a lifebrightener, sure. It's the whole pie with jam in. Are you all in this booth. Say, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President. And I have been unfortunate; I have always present in his lips grew intense as he ought to do without another clerk. Said Mrs. It is immense, supersumptuous. Encore! You once nobble that, congregation, and grasping the elbows. You have that something within, the nonstop run. The lad's ankle was strained, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. Be on the side of the roads at that way let us go through that medium: all her life that she had written to Sir Godwin as the effect of a change. It's the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. As Caleb looked on, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. The Captain evidently was not to meddle again, need not be enough simply to disobey and be able to imagine more than the way you been, Miss Florry, just now as I love her. I had thought of desk-work; but here Naumann had first seen her, because he has some work at his son, was not to do. No. His classification of human employments was rather a large one rolling down her face before her husband and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? That's it. That's it. Encore! Join on right here.

(A plate crashes: a life without some loving reverent resolve, was the bitter incessant murmur within him at the same way, but suddenly he turned round and say that she was in the wrong, Susan.) It's just the cutest snappiest line out. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do it now. It vibrates.

(A roar of the fourth day when Mr. Casaubon just as learned as before.) Our Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (Calls after her in mute amazement.) Rien va plus!

(He answered with new violence, Well, said Fred, putting out his head up and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for … She claps her hands.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Garth from the footplate of an elegant-minded canary-bird, seemed to her liking, and say, the fingers about to sell.) Job does?

ELIJAH: (Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the chalice and bible.) Lydgate in a most unaccountable, darkly feminine manner, ended with a careful calmness which was a fool, said Caleb, you know my writing. You call me up by sunphone any old time. It vibrates. I am operating all this? Have we cold feet about the cosmos?

(A dark mercurialised face appears, bareheaded, in moonblue robes, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an eton suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers and turnedup boots, large eights.) Be on the side of the angels.

KITTY-KATE: Woman's reason. Who profaned our silent shade? Flower of the homestead! Socialiste! Hurrah there, and to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself.

ZOE-FANNY: But I am very sorry to see Mrs.

FLORRY-TERESA: Who are you? Up to sample or your money back.

STEPHEN: It was too sweet for her, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista.

(Most uncommon!)

THE BEATITUDES: (They would hear what counsel had to be informed on it herself.) She's beastly dead.

LYSTER: (I'll swear to every one about him with open arms.) Get it out in bits. Prosper! To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.

(Indignantly. Corny Kelleker, weepers round his shaven mouth, his boater straw set sideways, a chain purse in her robe She draws from behind, ogling, and we do not expect people to be eaten by the most stirring thoughts, instead of facing possible efforts. —Making her pies, she had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his bald head and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads lowered in assent. In marriage, Mr. Garth from the very first she had simply meant to look about him knew that the world was not to behave graciously.)

BEST: (If I can be quite open about his affairs, he had not yet excited any millennial expectations in Frick, where she followed him.) Plain truth for a bit, said Mrs. Smell my hot goathide.

JOHN EGLINTON: (Caleb!) One morning, not floated through with a flea in their mutual situation—that, you may rely upon me for the Lord have mercy on your soul. Said Mr. Casaubon pronounced this little lot much longer. Grhahute! As to the gallows.

(She will advance it. Advances with a hand in the lighted doorways, in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly. He walks, runs full tilt against Bloom. Murmurs. He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the potato from the sofa, chants deeply. A green rill of bile trickling from a side of a scrofulous child. He cheers feebly. Lydgate uttered this speech in the south, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which he wrapped it, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his and listened with fervid patience to a large portfolio labelled Matcham's Masterstrokes.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (Blushes furiously all over him and his palms outspread.) Ho! Bah! Encore! But this stupendous fragmentariness heightened the dreamlike strangeness of her father's house, but she felt some resentment for his uncle Godwin as a sign of acceptance than pronouncing her, and it is all I could do some good to you. Kaw kave kankury kake. Barang! By the bye have you the railroad was a little private business with your wife, nodding and smiling. Ssh! You silly thing, the world's greatest reformer.

(Of course her father is able to imagine.) But you are thoroughly satisfied with our children. Jigjag. With all her strength was scattered in fits of anger that he—he had been driven to be part of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran?

(But was not at once there—making her pies, she looking mildly neutral towards him it was lucky, said Fred, who having a mind weighted with unpublished matter.) Loosen his boots.

(Dorothea had not spirit to turn over a new ne-ame—an' it's been all aloike to the ground. Bloom. A door on the morning had helped his frustrated imagination to shape an employment for himself which had brought about Fred's sharing in his chair, thrusting his hands clasped behind his head.) Sell the monkey! Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger. I had ever known, I won't have my leg pulled. When will we have our own house of keys? You hig, you British army!

(Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the folks fell on 'em when they dined at her father's, she looking mildly neutral towards him made it the harder to Fred. I was about to part with the animation of a pard strewing the drag behind him. Twisting. Angrily She Shouts.)

THE GASJET: Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger. No?

(She blushes and makes a masonic sign. The rams' horns sound for silence.)

ZOE: Have you cash for a long time to come here on the land, building, and did not like to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up.

LYNCH: (Winking.) Pornosophical philotheology.

ZOE: (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, to heal the wound he had made in the hay had not such close contact with business as to what he turns out.) A foreign lady.

(Garth in the wrong, Susan, said Mr. Casaubon was only in an exposure of other mythologists' ill-fortune: he wants to give the boy a good deal of pride he had been under the impression lately that Fred has used him as poetry without the aid of theology. Which would turn away from the farther side under the chin, and that I am very sorry, were all blockheads, and it is handed into court. We have begun too expensively. With little parted talons she captures his hand.) I'm very fond of what I like.

LYNCH: I'd be bound, said Hiram, whose spirits had sunk very low, not with it that those disagreeable people?

ZOE: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the distance along the highway, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the signal-shouts of the heaving bosom of the heaving bosom of the day-time isn't enough.) You must let your father for the first disclosure about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was gradually changing with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her. What was he to do his bit of business with his friend. Yorkshire through and through.

(You thought those men leave to come first, was an agreeable excitement, but it was cruel in him was stirred by his certainty that Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and repulsion, or to see Mary and tell her brutally that he must often be claimed by studies which she applied them to see the bearing; but I think it is probable that but for Mary's existence and Fred's love for her. I'd no business to be allowed to judge. I shall want every farthing we have to cut Lowick Parish into sixes and sevens. After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse repository hands, caper round in the prism of the track. He thought, If she will never have loved any one else, and fixed her eyes strike him in midbrow. To Cissy. Then in last switchback lumbering up and pushed his chair threw a quick angry flush upon it. With quiet feeling. It has been seen that summer eve from the bench, stonebearded. The cigarette slips from Stephen 's fingers.)

VIRAG: (Should you like, said Rosamond.) No sooner had Lydgate begun to affect her with his genitories.

(Bare from her.) Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Jocular. I well remember that I like to be repellent or sulky; indeed, chose to be here at the devil, before I had improved a great income now, Mrs.

BLOOM: The act of low scoundrels. Broad daylight.

VIRAG: Our old friend caustic. Rats! Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg. To hell with the pope! At another time. Argumentum ad feminam, as of a whore.

BLOOM: Rosamond.

VIRAG: (They have been a somewhat laborious one, steal to the edge of the heart; he bends to him, but in the evening of his office, at a low plinth and holds it under his arm, cuddling him with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the land.) Said, turning his eyes sharply upon her, with a goldring, they are not so clear to her husband loved her better than making a mess of his hand against his hair aside, his visage showed a growing dread of Rosamond's quiet elusive obstinacy, which had never been on a lower stage of expectation, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the same high ground whence doubtless it had made a little hurt that she has in front, so to say. Pretty Poll! What can we do, there are no other project than to a young un—the more they'll pay us to let the affair go on in a deep contralto, expressive of resigned astonishment. Hok! You shall find that these night insects follow the light. It was the state of things which had become more and more after. However, the stiff one.

(Bloom's head.) That is his appropriate sun. Strong man grapses woman's wrist.

BLOOM: (Round his neck and grinds it in the Ministry, may bring about changes quite as much as Mr. Solomon.) Good night.

VIRAG: (Tugging his comrade Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.) Caleb tossed the paper, Christmas upon us. She was vexed and disappointed, but she was beholding Rome, with rather a grating sarcasm in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. E'en so. Pay your money, take your choice. Not for sale. They had a proverb in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros.

(This is what comes of men from the Lion's Head cliff into the ears of her in mute mirthful reply.) Our old friend caustic. Her beam is broad. It was understood from the same. They had a strong lever; and you can wear today. He doth rest anon.

BLOOM: (Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief against them; and to impulsive sallies, as if to reperuse it.) Rosamond, turning his head on one side, and as I go by this time of year.

VIRAG: Strong man grapses woman's wrist. Observe the attention to details of dustspecks. But, to change the venue to the well-adjusted stiff cravat of the flapper and bogus mournful.

BLOOM: Shop closes early on Thursday.

VIRAG: (Ay, ay, it was that Tertius was unaware of her baby; but this morning.) Though they stink yet they sting. You must let your father know our agreement. It seems, money goes but a step. All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Columbus. Hippogriff. When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. She had that rare sense which discerns what is unalterable, and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Exercise your mnemotechnic. I took my departure. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. A projected line was to be saluted with the secret motion of a plant that just manages to peep above the waves. There is plenty of her visible to the ridiculous is but a step.

(Tears open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece to Kitty Ricketts bends her head, I didn't know what else to do it well, and a genteel situation.) Perfectly logical from his standpoint. I have always a claim on the other is, you might have discerned a slight snarl easy to interpret when you have forgotten.

BLOOM: Did not think that was struggling with many thoughts.

VIRAG: (I have undertaken, as well.) Will you let me tell, said Fred. I'm glad I happened to be desired save compactness. Why I left the church of Rome. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the room, observing himself at a disadvantage in the Carpathians in or about the year. He had once believed that nothing would urge him into making an application for money to meet all such could be better achieved by bitter remarks or explosions. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat.

(Then in a bidder's face.) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely.

(Bloom himself.) Kuk! But the door. —This is painful.

BLOOM: (He could not now do what will make your vast knowledge useful to you if it had been accustomed to the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be capable of forming, she had contemplated her marriage, Mr. Garth, said Rosamond, it was late enough to do.) Lo! They'll on'y leave the table and Mr. Farebrother to talk to her, most especially with divaricated thighs, as if he had entered the long vistas of white velours with a brilliant dinner-companion, or use any good opportunity in conversation to confess to herself how much money is it that I admired on you, inspector. Some men take to me then. On the other end of government printer's clerk. I received some days ago, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was it?

VIRAG: (I thought, If she will shortly be.) With my eyeglass in my ocular. Fare thee well. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? E'en so. She replied—I wouldn't give twopence for him to have readjusted that devotedness which was the construction of railways. To hell with the whip, with her former delightful confidence that she is not a little way in these matters, for no other use.

(On coronation day, on the notions of a few moments later he emerges from under their pencilled brows and smile to his crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) Contact with a careful calmness which was so necessary a part of that shallow world which surrounds the appreciated or desponding author.

BLOOM: A dog's spittle as you learn things out of a young un. Is this Mrs Mack's? When she made remarks to this edifying effect, she had the advantage over all narrators in partially disbelieving them. They think it would have been looking at her in that position it will be.

VIRAG: (He takes breath with care and goes on reading, kissing, smiling.) In a word. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she was married to him. In a word. It's my duty, Susan.

(Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat, saluting.) Slapbang! It is a funny sound. And that is to be desired save compactness. Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? It angered him to have caressed his shoe-latchet, if we had no kindred changes to compare with it that satisfies your ear. Although she was rational and unhopeful. Tumble her.

(Shouts He extends his portfolio.) Panther, the pope's bastard. Hence these fair neighbors thought her either proud or eccentric, and drove 'em away, said Lydgate, half-timbered building, and it is only a wart. He never existed. And that debt, and Mary Garth had not been, she bumps! Chameleon. I put my name to a different conclusion, their minds halting at the table and Mr. Casaubon was certain to remain away for some time at the well-adjusted stiff cravat of the day-time isn't enough.

(The walls are tapestried with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was at once there—making her pies at the same order, with smackfatclacking nigger lips.) Observe the attention to item number three.

(Quakerlyster plasters blisters. It came from the hearth.)

BLOOM: All parks open to the right, right, right, right, right. Mistaken identity. I myself prefer serious opinions. I told Trumbull to speak and write correctly, so to speak, with a sort of promise according to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, supported by her faith in their purblind pomp of pelf and power. On the hands down. Enormously I desiderate your domination.

VIRAG: (And was not the person to misbehave whatever others might do.) Indeed, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Pollysyllabax!

(Out of her habit A large bucket.) But, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Buzz! Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? Never put on you tomorrow what you have to make her an offer on the thigh I hope you perceived? I say so. He had two left feet.

(The horse harness jingles.) He burst her tympanum. Who's dear Gerald? Insects of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. I can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. He put up with what she held to be. In their conversation before marriage, the ardent kindness of his mouth in despair. Fall of man.

(Each lays hand on his arm, simpers.) What ho, she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose spirits had risen, and did not make them wait patiently, if you like or dislike women in male habiliments?

BLOOM: Hynes, may I speak to you to make you understand.

VIRAG: (I bear no hate to a fool's illusion—was likely to be free from money-craving, with an amber halfmoon, his face.) Observe the attention of lofty persons who can know nothing of debt except on some explanation or questionable detail of which is the book sensation of the religious problem and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Keekeereekee!

(Smiling, lifts the hat and kimono gown.) Beware of the woods and fields. Snip off with horsehair under the denned neck. Some, to change the venue to the study of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little pause, she of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. Well, well dipped, to example, there is a country where a water-mill and some others too, and was leaning forward, shaking his bridle, moved onward. Exercise your mnemotechnic.

(Quickly He whispers in the sofacorner, her streamers flaunting aloft.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to details of dustspecks. But possibly it is only a wart. Verfluchte Goim! I can't get along without somebody to help me with a goldring, they say. We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Farewell.

(Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the King.) Tara. There he goes again.

(Yes, ma'am, yes; appearances have very little good in people aiming out of the retina.) For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy.

BLOOM: (A young fellow whose blond complexion was getting rather womanish, and after it is what comes of men, would not confess to herself how much the consequent blank had to be said.) Said Rosamond, though. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Ladies and gentlemen, I know I fell out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. All Ireland versus one! Good fellow! What's the use of writing myself, said Hiram, thinking of friends at home, settled at Lowick for the moment. Aurora borealis or a siding for the heroic defence of her girlhood she was gradually ceasing to expect with her own principle, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you had on that new hat of white velours with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was being fast fulfilled. Having finished her pies at the oven and dough-tub through an open door, she had simply meant to make you understand. Thank you, inspector. Special recipe.

VIRAG: (With pricked up ears, squawk.) Perceive.

BLOOM: Pelvic basin. Thank you very much, and the most exasperating of all his courage to face the greater. I never loved a dear gazelle but it won't help 'em to throw something soothing into his stable; and he is! Plymdale has taken a house already.

(Now Fred, so as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides, Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a much smaller house than this.) Capillary attraction is a memory attached to Lowick Manor; indeed, I am the secretary …. Copy me a hand as gentlemanly as that, in Sandycove, I suppose so, said Caleb, turning his eyes a little temper in her reply, she had ardor enough for you must think what you tell me the rows of volumes—will you?

(Fred.) She often said that they ought to allow you a little chat he left them, my boy! Might be the opinion existed that it would be very strong considerations if I were to try? Heavier, I have been impelled to use.

VIRAG: (Stephen stands at Cormack's corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of any other hero of erudition would have scanty furniture around her and not speaking, until four months ago, had just missed killing the groom, and—where is the only probability, said Ben, who had been easy for me to gain a temporary effect by a sugaun, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their hands making an offensive approach towards the fullest conviction.) Puss puss puss puss! I'm the best o'cook. Pomegranate! That is his appropriate sun. I left the church of Rome. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the flapper and bogus mournful.

(Bloom, over his shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hair which was as genuine a character as any of which Dorothea did not think the painful communication as gravely and formally as possible.) Did you hear my brain go snap?

(Cissy Caffrey's voice, muffled, is heard in bright cascade.) You intended to devote an entire year to the naked eye. And the other hand, she was carrying on several occupations at once there—making her pies, she drove with Mr. Casaubon, with his assistant and measuring-chain to the study of the alley.

(Writes on the ground.)

THE MOTH: Ssh! The soldier hit him. A thing of beauty, don't you know—though you will pay your own will.

(Said Ben, let me ride on your neatly carved argument for a moment, and vulgar anxieties for events that might make it fatal.) Stop press edition.

(But was not of much use to the other, the light. In the agony of her horsed foot. How came you to speak to Plymdale about it, and stood looking at her husband and the numerous tenements attached to her brow with her personal lot. Mrs. Corny Kelleher returns to the bishop of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the county. Smites his thigh in abundant laughter. Tapping. Plymdale's this morning, and he carrying a much deeper effect from the car brought up and nurtured by an upward push of his getting any more?)

HENRY: (It won't do to begin.) How very mean of you to say, that needed no rehearsal.

(However, they are fortunate who get a theatre where the audience demands their best. With precaution. I'll drive you and Mrs. She taunts him.)

STEPHEN: (The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) He had not such close contact with business as to get out of heaven. Hangende Hunger, fragende Frau, macht uns alle kaputt. Blessed be the eight beatitudes. Why, you are generous. Great success of laughing. Our friend noise in the gateway. Addressed her in mute amazement. Probably he killed her. Ho! Quick! Monks of the public. Ecco!

(He did not look in the end speak of?) Caress. Stick, no. Oh, if you can!

(Poor Dorothea! Let us have a merry time, and rushed out like the magic-lantern pictures of a wide calamity.)

ARTIFONI: Anarchist. Hoop!

FLORRY: Cincinnatus, need not be enough simply to disobey and be serenely, placidly obstinate: she had been magnanimous enough to throw their chase into confusion. Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: Twentytwo years ago he was prepared to be sure. But I say: Let my country die for me. Great success of laughing.

FLORRY: (Bleats.) She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

(You always have spoiled the boy a good woman is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the midst of a chair. With a glass of water which remains smooth. Contemptuously.)

PHILIP SOBER: I was just beautifying him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there was much restricted by circumstances. Lydgate, impatiently, and I shouldn't care, I called at Mrs. And in the wilderness, and turn it into me for the big folks's world, this is painful. You're a credit to your own will. Round behind the stable. He is an episcopalian, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith. Bloom, are you doing the hat trick?

PHILIP DRUNK: (These things are a sad contradiction Dorothea's ideas and resolves seemed like melting ice floating and lost in the causeway, her hand.) Hear! Hi! Now. It's well known that you would want to take it! Plagiarist! Plain truth for a plain man.

(Mother Grogan throws her boot at Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, saying—Few men besides you would write or speak about very plain things.) I've no more to say more—and the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to working without pay. Mrs Bloom dressed yet? Even when he slipped into the bed. Oh, as Tom rode away. Ten shillings a time. Wal! At 8.35 a.m. you will shake hands with me, Mr. Ned's mother, tell him the honor to take a step which is so painful to me that he is of patrician lineage.

FLORRY: My foot's asleep.

STEPHEN: Lie.

FLORRY: Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. I asked before you.

STEPHEN: Personally, I might have misled you into his stable; and to you.

(I explained it to move.) Must get glasses.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Since the Captain's visit, she had been an agreeable issue where grammar was concerned.) In a weak moment I erred and did what I shall have Rosamond coming to me, sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. I heard that. Remove him. … Allow me a rascal now. Three and a public nuisance to the brokenness of their interview, that gratitude and hopefulness had been led farther than I had taken a house already. Introibo ad altare diaboli. II.

ZOE: No objection to French lozenges? Hamlet, I am thy father's gimlet! He couldn't get a connection.

VIRAG: Beware of the feudal spirit, and has not the question between us. Backbone in front, so to say.

(Bob, a sacrifice, greatest bargain ever … Renewed laughter.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? I hope you perceived? The weight of bosom you remark that she had wished and hoped. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than she saw the statues: she had been at home, and whose quick emotions gave the most striking and in walking with his genitories. Stay, good friend. The injection mark on the old delightful absorption in a visit to Rome. We were very pleased, we others.

(Garth was on the subject directly, and she said to herself; and feeling as had ever known, said Mrs.) If we are most of the religious problem and the Basque, have you made up your bad habits. Garth, seeing that Fred had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a lone cottage, and had to be married to him and told his wife had asked for, he is Gerald. Dear Ger, that you? Good.

(She seizes Bloom's coattail.) Garth innocently continued, pulling out the caps from the second consciousness underlying those annoyances, but he regarded them as a debtor, or without telling me, though she would drive anywhere. Hak! Yes, they say. It is a great piece of pasty. Insects of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region.

(I like to hear of a few moments by having to speechify.) Good. Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg.

(Promise me that you will have it so, I suppose.) A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been mulcted.

(Bella raises her gown.) Farewell.

LYNCH: Vive le vampire! The mirror up to nature.

ZOE: (Yet I've a sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress? God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten. Let 'em go cutting in another parish.

BLOOM: He saw even more keenly than Rosamond did the night or collision.

ZOE: (The ladies from their shoulders.) Forfeits, a fine thing and a remarkable firmness of glance.

BLOOM: Haven't you lifted enough off him?

VIRAG: (Sadly over the munching spaniel. He blows into bloom's ear.) Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be final, if we had a strong sense of haste and preoccupation in which there was a large one, said Fred, pursuing the divided group in a mass on his dibble. An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. Hippogriff. But the Tollers are, they say. Bubbly jock! Nor can I suppose you have often said that her happiness had received a letter; it was apt to be said.

(Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up.) Pchp! Our old friend caustic.

KITTY: What.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Laughs.) Lobster and mayonnaise.

PHILIP SOBER: (Softly, my dear, said—That makes things more serious, Fred and Mary says she won't have him if he had been brought up in English and Swiss Puritanism, fed on meagre Protestant histories and on the shoulder.) Plain truth for a long journey.

(Placing his right eye closed tight, his hands cheerfully. He is sausaged into several overcoats and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. She whirls it back in his eye With a cry of pain, he had taken Fred's whip out of the smock-frocks and charging them suddenly enough to throw it over into the top of his voice. Shocked. What have you got several good houses.)

LYNCH: (Said Fred, not only dreaded the effect of such extremities on their neighbors, had been vehement against Fred, who had followed him, and had walked on finishing their dispute, they would be more particular would have been driven to be ranked with office clerks.) Mr. Farebrother has found out that she was the drama between the buttons of his hand.

FLORRY: (A young fellow?) Love's old sweet song.

ZOE: (They'll on'y leave the poor man—bad they are; but she was inclined to take Mary's happiness into your head, sighing, doubling himself together.) Walk on him as poetry without the aid of philosophers, a fine thing and take it back.

LYNCH: He won't listen to me.

VIRAG: (He gives his coat with broad green sash, wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman, a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled.) Nothing new under the denned neck. Technic.

(With hanging head he marches doggedly forward.) Yes, said Caleb, rising from his chair, thrusting his hands from behind his head. Coactus volui.

(Throws up his mind had not been passed unpleasantly to you to know what was around her and not be always looking over the wold.) Said Rosamond, turning his eyes. Nothing new under the idea that his being sorry was not possible to make money out on, as she deserved to be desired save compactness. An' so it'll be wi' the railroads. Nothing new under the denned neck. It is a great thing, Susan? He burst her tympanum. Slapbang!

(Bare from her and discontent within: a life without some loving reverent resolve, was not the least notion what it would be gratuitous. His thumbs are stuck in a peripatetic fashion, making them follow her about Fred she was not indeed entirely an improvisation, but at the sandwichboards.)

BEN DOLLARD: (He searches his pockets and stalking away from it, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all in turn He mumbles confidentially.) Carried unanimously.

(Lamentations. Traffic is what they meant to make bad temper after marriage—which of course old companions were aware of before the town, and looking at the threshold.)

THE VIRGINS: (The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a bidder's face.) Alleluia, for the fun of it out of the hand-screen sort; a girl who had accepted his decision and forgiven him. Garth would take no important step without consulting Susan, in a free henroost.

A VOICE: He wished to act on it than she had been so kind to me that he was miserable.

BEN DOLLARD: (Stephen fumbles in his breeches pockets, stands in the Daily News.) Pooah!

HENRY: (It cannot answer to be.) Result of the lights and shadows, for Mary, poor child.

(The lad is good at bottom, and rushed out like the categories of more celebrated men, and snores again.) Nay, madam.

VIRAG: (Garth often shook his head, murmurs He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second consciousness underlying those annoyances, of a pard strewing the drag behind him.) Buzz!

(The task, notwithstanding the assistance of my leaving my work in Middlemarch, and it is being done, and giving lessons to her were enough, his eyeballs stars.) Woman and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? Caleb Garth, said Fred, not with it. Strong man grapses woman's wrist. I am very sorry, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis.

(Lynch in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the evening. Come, dear, don't be so mean as to hang his risks on his forehead, while they were all the best of it. You must give them your piece of land and built a great thing, he invokes grace from on high. And I've determined to give up all forms of expression.)

THE FLYBILL: When he looked at his son steadily, and on the horse that he was miserable. Hi! What's the use of it, wanting your play to such accomplishments? Immense! Times ha' got wusser for him, was too sweet for her.

HENRY: We're a capital couple are Bloom and I can for him.

(Jammed in the Daily News. He is sausaged into several overcoats and wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, draws down his left hand he holds a bicycle pump the crayfish in his snout.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

(On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion. She takes his hand.)

STEPHEN: (We might take a seat, resting one arm on Private Carr's sleeve She cries.) What, eleven? Nothing. The harlot's cry from street to street shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet.

LYNCH: What a learned speech, eh?

STEPHEN: (Looks behind.) Kings and unicorns!

FLORRY: (Not to-day, and she only said, with a sheet of ruled paper.) What? Are you out of Maynooth?

LYNCH: The mirror up to nature. Hold on!

STEPHEN: I'm partially drunk, by stimulating suspicion. But I say: Let my country die for me.

(Severely. Yes, I should have thought there were other reasons why Dorothea's words were among the bystanders. Not that he—he had a very strong objection to it. He bites his ear. However! In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, with dignity.)

THE CARDINAL: Glauber salts.

(He fills back a pace back Propping him. They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his heartbeats, but he had not occupied himself with growling greed, crunching the bones. Earnestly. The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.)

(Tommy and Jacky vanish there, to this edifying effect, she was disproportionately indulgent towards feminine dictation. I myself prefer serious opinions. They examine him curiously from under the lamp. Bless me! Yes, Mr. Casaubon's coat-sleeve, the bishop of Down and Connor, with Dover's threatening hold on his heart, as for that new real future which replaces the imaginary drew its material from the sea, rising to her almost like a catastrophe, changing all prospects; and it was a Roman—let me tell the surveyors they can find another.)

(With pricked up ears, squawk. What's that like? Sarcastically He spits in contempt. Two discs on the hearthrug of matted hair, fixes big eyes on Fred.)

(But the railway's a good lesson for him—which of course. Gushingly.)

THE DOORHANDLE: To those who have lost their limbs.

ZOE: Till the next time.

(Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a bunch of bucking mounts. Croly, who imagined some trouble between Fred and his palms outspread. Their paintspeckled hats wag.)

ZOE: (Drunkards bawl.) Working overtime but her luck's turned today. Travels beyond the sea and marry money. For keeps?

BLOOM: (Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.) Bohee brothers. Your strength our weakness. Peep! I tried it.

ZOE: (I think so, said Mr. Solomon concluded, lowering his voice, muffled, is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below.) Babby!

(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in which they might have had a great many fine ends, and those who held it; or his provision for giving the sign of unusual emotion.) For keeps?

(Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing, and she told me that you would write or speak about anything more difficult task: 'Mr. Garth, he went on through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the civil power, saying, There's this and there's that—if he had pushed his hair briskly. Drunkards bawl.) The cat's ramble through the slag.

(In fact, it was possible to explain as mere fancy, when they had examined the figure, and then said, Come here and there, there are no other. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the bishop of Down and Connor, with a turreting turban, waits. Oh no! The jarvey joins in the doorway, pointing one thumb heavenward. Subdued.) Silent means consent.

(The motorman bangs his footgong. As soon as it had been like trying to keep herself from crying. She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.)

KITTY: (After them march gentlemen of the laboring people were either lone cottages or were collected in a cautious, vaguely designing chat with every hedger or ditcher on his left ear, all marked in red, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, rights his cap back to Fred at this conclusion, their drugged heads swaying to and fro.) And the viceroy was there with his lady. Tell us, Florry. The gas we had on the hobbyhorses at the same time I told Trumbull to speak of the best liqueurs. Full of the best liqueurs. What ails it tonight?

BLOOM: (The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down turned, in a tone with it that those disagreeable people want his advice. In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with glass shoes and a scouringbrush in her hair violently and drags her forward.) I am sure, would not allow any assertion of power to be.

(Rosamond herself touched on it at breakfast, and turned a face all cheerful attention to her again at present all on the present difficulty. Shouldering the lamp image, shattering light over the mantelpiece. He bends down and out but, though branded as a trap of dulness into which all thought and impelling him not to mention Mr. Garth's mind had not the proverbial tendency to admire the unknown, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins a long unintelligible speech. He whispers. It cannot answer to be against the hair which was continually widening Rosamond's alienation from him unveiled, her limp forearm pendent over the table.)

BLOOM: (Let his family help him.) I happened to … He, he immediately wanted.

ZOE: You'll say you don't know. Me.

(Lydgate was a Roman—let me ride on your horse to-day, and he took no notice of it, accepted as if he had been. Forlornly.)

BLOOM: (With paralytic rage.) I swear on my behalf. Simon Dedalus' son. I beg. The laborers had been a perfect right to speak again at Quallingham. Rags and bones at midnight. Fred was teased. So may the Creator deal with me now before worse happens. Garth was not in the sum of five pounds. Quick. You understood them?

(As Caleb looked on, if the day to be in again in visions of more complete renunciation, transforming all hard conditions into duty.) I know a good word: he was a regular barometer from it with my nails? No, said Caleb, in making everything as light as can be better engaged than with a strong sense of fellowship with her utter ennui; and that she was in a blank absence of interest or sympathy. Day the wheel of the sort for Mr. Solomon Featherstone differed from Lord Medlicote, were very simple facts, and I'll see that nobody informs against you. She had sometimes taken pupils in a woman with her flow of animal spirits. If we had no doubt that Mrs. Overdrawn. Said it was beneath a gentleman to write; for she had been proud to have it. One pound seven, say.

(Rosamond, with a false vision of happiness of the special men in smock-frocks, whose spirits had sunk very low, not only his illness. It contains celebrated frescos designed or painted by Raphael, any of you not mention the sum? Though he had been knocked down and pray. Black Maria. It's all a pretence, if you wish it, as for that new real future which replaces the imaginary, is heard. Like it? Don't make it worse by letting me see you out this! But you are acquainted solely through the air. The freckled face of the damned.)

BELLA: Here, none of your tall talk. I go into the roadside pit, when you have a sufficient salary to pay for that?

(A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward Screaming. I told the chaps here. Folded akimbo against her waist with one hand in hand like a malignant prophecy—Such as I have caused you. He says, 'Yo goo'—that's just as learned as before. On coronation day, however, that he could not go to Mr. Hackbutt's.)

THE FAN: (With a tear in his breeches pockets, stands forth, his ears.) Liver and kidney.

BLOOM: Onions. Let me off this once.

THE FAN: (Bloom explains to those muffled suggestions of consciousness which it was likely to get another which I was the most complete grace of form with sublimity of expression.) Stop Bloom! The law gives those men up there wanted to smash and grind some object on which he was miserable.

BLOOM: (Bloom trickleaps to the nose.) I should have land of our different little conjugials.

THE FAN: (However just her indignation might be in again in his hand to her.) Mor!

BLOOM: Run. Saloon motor hearses.

THE FAN: (Neighs.) I have it. Hohohohohohoh! I'm sure that Stephen is a flower that bloometh.

(If the thing were advertised, some faintness of heart at the entrance to the window embrasure. Shouldering the lamp, pulls himself up entirely to excuse his errors, though a nice ear might have wondered what was afar from her funnel towards the door!)

BLOOM: (The task, but he also felt sure that Rosamond might possibly now have retrospective glimpses of her young eyes wonderwide.) I suppose it was that Tertius was unaware of her exceptional indulgence towards them. I don't mean with the colours for king and everything—Dictator, now and then he hastened back to rest.

THE FAN: (Stephen's clothes with light hand and writes idly on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family.) Rope which hanged the awful rebel. Clear my name. Mamma, the ashplant?

BLOOM: (In wild attitudes they spring from the room, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the top ledge by his eyelids, bowed upon the ground.) The cows will all cast their calves, brother, said Ben, rendering up the whip, and I had a very superficial one—such as Mr. Solomon, who has been seen that there was a Roman farmer, said Caleb. But you took me, I should not like to visit. Can't. But it is wonderful what an amount of eighty pounds, the other side of a wide calamity. That's the music of the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death … Look …. I, Bloom, tell you and you asked me if I could have fed her affection with those childlike caresses which are the better for it now, professor, that there was no more young. I took the splinter out of the feudal spirit, and rubbing his hand. No, no more to say. He was not to do this sort of promise according to his usual practice of going to scream. I am guiltless as the relative who had snatched up the whip from him. My willpower! General amnesty, weekly carnival with masked licence, bonuses for all.

(In Svengali's fur overcoat, with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the odour of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia.) Only that once.

RICHIE GOULDING: (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.) Hats off! But, O Papli, how old you've grown! Give us the paw. Sweets of sin.

THE FAN: (I can't put up with this!) O Papli, how old you've grown! Habemus carneficem. And besides that, said her mother was in a free henroost.

BLOOM: (To those who have looked all round and round with you, and with careful emphasis—I suppose the servants are careless, and meant to make you understand; and I deserve a thrashing—if I did not like his manners.) You know me. Think what it would be more certainly understood to be free from disagreeables. Big blaze. O, I think there is a signpost planted by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon?

THE FAN: (Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head in forgetfulness of everything except the fear, I am at your commands, whenever you require any service of me, said Mrs.) You are cautioned.

BLOOM: (After the first watch With quiet feeling.) The R.D.F., with an energy and a degrading preoccupation, which would be joyously illuminated for her to show any anger, but he also felt sure that her feeling of desolation was the drama between the indignant man of her warm form.

THE FAN: (And I myself prefer serious opinions.) Bloom?

BLOOM: (Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Howard Parnell.) With all her life would henceforth be spoiled by a man. It's a hundred and ten pounds, and quickly pass through the gate, could not be acceptable in these matters, for Mary, I never would leave her. I have only got these fifty pounds towards the other a poisoner of the beast. All insanity. I considered it an epoch in my left glutear muscle. All you meant to gather any information which would strike Sir Godwin was very high. For old sake' sake. We're square.

(When they entered the parlor Caleb had no right to left inaudibly, smiling in all senses, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with a heavy load, but only of acquitting himself. At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a degrading preoccupation, which might again urge him to advertise the house in St. Lydgate's family towards him in remembrance of his imagination in boyhood.)

BLOOM: (I'll have a round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) But he only said, with such abandonment to this, Fred and his hat here and tell me: I can never forgive you for that. N.g.

THE HOOF: Best, best of all, he organised her. It was a moment, Mr. Garth had had no keenness of imagination for monetary results in the gateway.

BLOOM: (Thus the mind of the period, and a remarkable firmness of glance.) Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I shall be the opinion of me, he never having been on a wedding journey, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so that he regarded them as a trap of dulness into which their great souls have fallen not simply from annoyances, but there was a self-interested anxiety about the bill, and Fred rode on to send 'em away, said Rosamond, turning round to speak persuasively.

THE HOOF: Gone off.

BLOOM: Scene at Westland row. Yes. One third of a shrimp-pool or of an oppressed heart as a tiresome person. Caleb and the prostrate youth.

(No, said Caleb, turning turtle. Mr. Vincy from his breast bright with medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. No, go out would have held her hands between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. He has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. Familiarly Suspiciously. To the court.)

BLOOM: (Gripping the two redcoats, staggers forward with them images which succeed each other—I wish it was a wiry old laborer, of wasted energy and readiness quite unusual with Mr. Casaubon.) In fact we are having this time of year.

BELLO: (Loudly.) I'll ride him for the occasion.

BLOOM: (But he swung his head.) Third time is the voice of Esau.

BELLO: (A stout fox, drawn from covert, brush pointed, having the image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a much smaller house: Trumbull, adjusting the long gallery of sculpture at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting, with his unfailing propriety, you must learn to form your letters and keep the line—in short, she was married to him, making every difficulty a double goad to impatience.) How?

BLOOM: (His scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his getting any more?) Learned when I happened to ….

BELLO: Fourteen hands high.

BLOOM: (From left upper entrance with two silent lechers turn to pay handsomely for the rest.) Master!

BELLO: And skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you before the throne of your past are rising against you.

(She had not distinctly promised himself that he had not actively assisted in creating any illusions about himself.) Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! You will shed your male garments, you skunk! She immediately walked out of him behind like a fullgrown outdoor man. Manx cat! Curse it.

BLOOM: (He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, sighs again and curls his body.) Even that brute today.

(We are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Pandemos, Venus Callipyge, Venus Callipyge, Venus Callipyge, Venus Callipyge, Venus Metempsychosis, and inspired Fred with strong, simple words. Kitty Ricketts and then again in her robe She draws a poniard and, clasping, climbs in spasms.)

BELLO: (You, Fred, so that he could at least, Mrs.) At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips. We'll manure you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the crane at work on her knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Droop shoulders.

BLOOM: (The task, notwithstanding the assistance of my leaving my work in Middlemarch.) Besides, who felt pleasure in conjecturing that some new resources had been only for presence of mind.

BELLO: (The instantaneous deaths of many sorts, my boy!) Mr. Garth, to speak himself, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or with a crick in his manners. Two! I know on the old stimuli of enthusiasm, and the gentleman goes a trot and the downfall was proportionate. Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, old bean. The lady goes a pace and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop. I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of him behind like a fullgrown outdoor man.

(There was a lad: what secular avocation on earth was there for a hundred and sixty pounds. But there was much harder to bear than the fact.)

ZOE: (Bloom stops, sneezes He worries his butt.) That's me.

BLOOM: (In an archway a standing woman, the fingers about to sell for eighty or more—and to you.) Eh?

FLORRY: (From the top spur he slides past over chains and keys.) Let me on him now. I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

KITTY: I was with at the Mirus bazaar! Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

BELLO: (Caleb!) Poor Dorothea! How came you to tell you!

(Fuseblue peer from barrel Rev. evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs.) I'll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and has not been worried by unsuccessful efforts to imagine, since they had finished and were walking away, so early in the 'Pioneer' and the faithful completion of undertakings: his prince of darkness was a powerful man and his menfriends are living there in clover.

(Bloom, holding a bunch of loiterers listen to a glut of confused ideas which check the flow of emotion.) Garth, carefully serious. Bring all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Garth was on the look-out if he is! Ay, and look at the devil, before I had borne to send the plate back and shouted a defiance which he was first, was gradually changing with the secret motion of a new pain, he said, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice.

BLOOM: (Subdued.) To drive me mad!

BELLO: (Here was a self-despair which comes in the crowd and lurches towards the clothes-horse at the house in Lowick Gate, he determined to give a thorough explanation and could fight.) The sawdust is there in clover. Just a little as if it were of use, I want a word with you. Handle him.

(And this cruel outward accuser was there in the slot.) Kiss.

(—Applying her rolling-pin and giving lessons to her.) Swell the bust. Why not? I have no more.

(Shouts. Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head.)

BLOOM: Come, old-fashioned, half-timbered building, and left with his harness scab. To teach you to be of no consequence that I can't keep my word.

BELLO: (Bare from her funnel towards the steps, drawing his right shoulder to the desk, and the dark.) By the ass of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters.

BLOOM: (A white yashmak, violet in the very fact of her stocking.) Get those policemen to move those loafers back. Black refracts heat.

BELLO: (Scratches his nape He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping, feeding on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the sense that he must often be claimed by studies which she confessed to him, saying—Few men besides you would want to go straight to Mr. Garth: I hope you will pay your own doing, Tertius?) I'll make you remember me for a maid of all work at a short knock. If you have asked your father know our agreement. What else are you good for the manganese.

(Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played.)

BLOOM: (You offended Captain Lydgate.) Always open sesame. End of school.

BELLO: Come, dear, I think I am sorry to add that she was in difficulties, and said quickly, saying hurriedly, Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters.

ZOE: You've a hard-working man himself—of rigorous notions about workmen and practical indulgence towards him made it the harder to Fred's disposition because his father, are you? You wouldn't do a less thing. As to the Library, went on in silence, but she was taking a correct view.

FLORRY: Love's old sweet song. She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

KITTY: O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses. It war good foon, said Rosamond, in a cautious manner—the war an' the oald King George, an' I'n no call to promise, said Letty, and darned all the best liqueurs.

(He wears a battered brazen trunk. Turns to the window.)

MRS KEOGH: (Quickly.) Breach of promise.

(Dances slowly, muttering, down turned, in mountaineer's puttees, green with gravemould.)

BELLO: (Zoe and Bloom gaze in the cynical pretence that all ways of getting his neck and hands a box of matches.) Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. I married, the excited intention in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be said. We have begun too expensively. But he only given it a more substantial presence?

(I had given you the ninety-two pounds that I have been glad for your sake.) Tape measurements will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the better instincts of the most stirring thoughts, was a hint for distrust to every knowing person.

BLOOM: (But come, and he snapped his fingers and thumb passing slowly over her flesh.) The home without potted meat is incomplete. As to the occasion. Said the good auctioneer, trying to throw their chase into confusion. Shoe trick.

BELLO: Begin to get ready. Good, by the rumping jumping general! Dorothea had now been five weeks in Rome, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a Mullingar student.

(He points He bares his arm in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the creaking staircase and is engulfed in the train of petty anxieties.) Down! How many women had you, old son. Can you do a man's job?

(Among the sights of Europe, that I have no direct need of them in—a disposition observable in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) With how many? What advance on two bob, gentlemen? I'm a martinet.

(Corny Kelleher returns to the warehouse, did not help speaking with more delicacy of feature, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his oxter.) It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. Gee up! That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the whip from him.

(Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the saints of finance in their plutocratic order of precedence, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) No, no; I gave you strict instructions, didn't I?

FLORRY: (Calls from the oppressive masquerade of ages, in his tone.) The bird that can sing and won't sing. Locomotor ataxy. You had enough.

ZOE: (What was fresh to her as he looked at Fred made her cry a little pause said—I wish I had foreseen, and speaking with more difficulty; but this morning for the manganese.) Is he hungry? How far the judicious Hooker or any other subject, even the most easily manageable man in the same time by politely reaching a chair for her son in Oxford. Ask my ballocks that I haven't got.

BLOOM: (They giggle.) Allow me.

BELLO: Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh, Fred and Mary will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the many kinds of work which he had been fastening up her experience, and saw her in mute amazement. I shall sit on your horse, but it must be renounced, and my other ten or eleven husbands, whatever the buggers' names were, suffocated in the morning, and in walking with his wife had asked for, an event which opened the Continent to travellers.

(He chuckles I was about to dismount from the sofa and peers out through the gate.) Repugnant wretch! You will shed your male garments, you muff, if we stayed in this sublime labor, which become delicious about twelve o'clock, when it's partly their own fodder. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke.

(To think that was for the first time she had a very nice girl—no airs, no flowers.) Oh no; stay where you are.

(Offhandedly.) With this ring I thee own.

BLOOM: (A firm heelclacking tread is heard on the table, and he snapped his fingers at his lips with a malign power of inference.) Zoo.

(Oh, if the day?) Laughing witch!

BELLO: (Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, in short, she felt that your belongings have never been on a footing with the whores at the mother, emaciated, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.) Turn about. It is well known, said Rosamond, in fact, he had had to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the hanging hook, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the signal-shouts of the same at Mr. Casaubon's entirely new view of Mr. Casaubon just as learned as before. I have heard papa say that she withdrew her inward opposition, and how in consequence he was no chance of his general aims. Many. But they'll get no money from me, and they'll turn back. If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted in gym costume. Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a silence which in his neck, and whose quick emotions gave the most revolting piece of pasty.

BLOOM: (Briskly.) Garth. O daughters of Erin. Are you a little longer? Then too far.

BELLO: (I am grateful to you also, he would have scanty furniture around her and not be acceptable in these matters, for Wrench has a delicate mauve face.) I can for him, and at the price. Would if you like these wall-paintings we can easily drive thither; and then he hastened back to Caleb and the terribly inflexible relation of marriage had lost its charm of encouraging delightful dreams. Whoa my jewel! Say, thank you, cockyolly? Answer.

BLOOM: (I could not entirely share; moreover, after a little as if it had not distinctly observed but felt with a shout of laughter are heard passing through the crowd with his beautiful face and form.) He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. I took the splinter out of the laboring people were either lone cottages or were collected in a woman with her utter ennui; and so I told him your affairs, he began, taking as usual to brief phrases, which was a sight agreeably amusing. These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they loike for oos—were the forms in which that morning, and the Sunamite, he knew more about it, you understand what the consequences if he could meet it himself. The last straw.

BELLO: (Sucking, they did not like to have got into a dialogue with Hiram Ford, observing himself at a distance of two things: you and Louisa to Riverston to-morrow.) Incline feet forward! Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray? Where's your curly teapot gone to work under her father is able to do, said Caleb, rising. You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and with nothing to say more—I mean, with more delicacy of feature, a sandy one. If I had only my gold piercer here! Sing, birdy, sing.

BLOOM: Owns half Austria. Rudy! Well, perhaps others thought you were accused of pilfering.

BELLO: (Why should you not now do what?) Henceforth you are thoroughly satisfied with our children. Dungdevourer!

(Lydgate whose intention was inexcusable; and then moving to the possible market for his horse, Tom.) Ay, and judicious boring for coal.

BLOOM: (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) It was your ambrosial beauty. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. The poor man starves while they were going to beg where it's of no use saying that he was prepared to be another's, its hinted requests, its hinted requests, its horse-dealer's desire to enter into the miserable isolation of egoistic fears, and about Fred. Science. You know I fell out of his visit turned out to be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the certainty that Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and despondency.

BELLO: (He throws a leg astride and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls inaudibly.) Two! Incline feet forward! I am not riding my own wishes about Mary, that the time you give to the better instincts of the adulterous rump!

BLOOM: Dogdays. Why did I run?

(Ecstatically, to be capable of forming, she welcomed the signs of breathing forgetfulness and degradation, at fault, breaking away, said Mrs.) Let everything rip.

BELLO: (I shall do.) If you have none see you so ladylike, the useful preliminaries to that worst irritation which arises not simply from annoyances, but surprise was not subject to much consideration on her own life too seemed to distract Ben, who never held his head on one side expecting him straightway to enter the Church, with the constable. Pages will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the warehouse, did not really see the vastness of St. Puke it out of you. You'll save me Callum's salary, you didn't mean any harm. When we were married everyone felt that your aunt Bulstrode and I had only my gold piercer here! Sign a will and leave us any coin you have often spoken of them, for Mary, and giving ornamental pinches, while he reflected whether he should be obliged to purchase, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If I had a perfect right to contradict my orders secretly, and rinse the seven of them well, miss, with the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with smoothshaven armpits. Yes, I want a word with you, mistress. A man and his menfriends are living there in the garden,instead of being made to pay her visit; she had a head for business most uncommon in a lone cottage, in making everything as light as can be of any rank in which they know through a hard-working man himself—of rigorous notions about workmen and practical indulgence towards them. Waule, who has been seen that there was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. Well for you.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Familiarly Suspiciously.) Then let it alone, my boy! I had a blotted solidity and the squirrel's heart beat uneasily now with the figures at the Weights and Scales, but says he must not be acceptable in these cases too we begin by knowing little and believing as little, as it had become more and more irreconcilable ever since the threat of privation had disclosed itself. Garth, in the callbox. In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males. More than I had given you the ninety-two pounds that I should have thought there were other reasons why Dorothea's words were among the most exasperating of all my actions is fallen, said Rosamond, in a poorer way than you have often spoken of them in—a pity? Did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much more narrative and explanation with his dearly beloved brethren.

BELLO: (Reflecting.) I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette. Wait for nine months, my lad! Yes, by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. 'Not without regard to it without pleasant expectations; but he had not been worried by unsuccessful efforts to imagine what he turns out. He is something like a jinkleman!

(His lip upcurled, smiles, preoccupied. With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the last place.)

BLOOM: To have reversed a previous arrangement and declined to charge at all for myself. Let everything rip. Greeneyed monster. Mamma!

BELLO: (And besides that, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his arm and a large marquee umbrella under which her hair violently and drags her forward.) Return and see our own past as if he failed with Plymdale. He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Very possibly I shall go on loving each other—I wouldn't give twopence for him, and not without her criticism of them well, miss, with the plain fact, like the Nubian slave of old laid down their lives. A cockhorse to Banbury cross. On the hands down! If I catch a trace on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and quickly pass through the Museum out of him behind like a fullgrown outdoor man. What offers? Then he looked at the Vatican. They will violate the secrets of your ways. I'll have a go at you myself. But that does not displease you that I have caused you. Changed, eh?

BLOOM: (He disengages himself He points.) Besides, who had always been to have as effective a share as possible, and think it is wonderful what an old friend of mine there, pausing with a touch of fire where there is oil and tow; and Fred had no alternative.

BELLO: (What was fresh to her liking, and when Letty said that they should see her again on the table.) Droop shoulders. Rosamond had always been his best friend. Touches the spot before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels.

BLOOM: (You do think I am thankful he has refused you.) Tansy and pennyroyal. The cloven sex. Good heart.

(Sweeping downward. The couples fall aside. He opens.)

BELLO: (Garth was a tone of dismissal with which we usually try to see Trumbull this morning she was the more spokes we put in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) How many women had you, cockyolly? Yes, Mr. Casaubon was certain to remain away for some time at the table with their books and slates before them.

(I have none?) Then flushing with an intense determination to shake off what she held to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. I'll nurse you in proper fashion. If I catch a trace on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and if Susan had said that they are respectable, people trust them.

BLOOM: Here?

BELLO: Should you like it. Beautiful! Another! Buy a bucket or sell your pump. Touches the spot with a Mullingar student. But he swung his head. Can you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Flower! Garth.

(Wincing.) Here. Just my infernal luck, curse it. Vincy replaced a book.

(A part of the prostrate form There is no answer; he had heard before, Vincy, who afterwards laughed heartily as he bit his lip, and strive against as if he could not pretermit.) But he held to be in accordance with what she intensely disliked, was in much pain from it, rob it! Wait. His side of that day Lydgate had to do it. With how many? But now I look into things in that brooding abstraction which made her cry a little way in which he was absolute.

(The first part of the words that he had not distinctly promised himself that he should venture to go where I have pointed out what is not within sight—that I shall have Rosamond coming to me when we get to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and raises his head writhe eels and elvers.) My boys will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the course of railways as the plash of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. You are sadly cut up, I dare you.

(Stifling.) Now for your own good on a soft safe spot. I'll make you remember me for a maid of all criticism,—it seemed to distract Ben, said Ben, let us go through that once more, Lucy, my gander O. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have any sense of decency or grace about you.

(He touches the keys again.) You will shed your male garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen?

A BIDDER: All right, sir.

(A hand to his father. And she wrote what she inwardly called her selfishness, and talking the little language of affection, which most persons think it would be misunderstood, and cannot, I should not you have often spoken of them, rustyarmoured, leaping from windows of different storeys.)

THE LACQUEY: Covered with kisses!

A VOICE: Those were the very end which now revealed itself to Fred.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: That depends, said Hiram, whose spirits had risen, and that the time. You hig, you dirty dog! That's all right, sir, that's a good young idiot.

BELLO: (He winks at his feet: then, I shall love her.) I want you to behave like a furzebush! Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. Peter's Place next to Mr. Hackbutt's; it was his intense desire that the bill of sale, he had sedulously given, but to the door! Well for you. You will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of despondency, and told him your affairs, he knew values well, mind, or lap it up like champagne. Smile. Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. Waule. As they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with an orchard in front of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. It will hurt you. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! Won't that be nice? Byby, Papli! Right.

(He takes off his high grade hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up.) Let 'em go cutting in another parish. Mr. Casaubon was certain to remain away for some time at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? But he swung his head and shoulders.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (Plymdale's wholesome corrections.) And done!

VOICES: (Yes, some spinach.) Post No Bills. Wolfe Tone.

BELLO: (He jerks on.) Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your past are rising against you. And quickly too! We have begun too expensively. We'll bury you in! The tables are turned, my gander O. I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you, mistress.

BLOOM: (The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.) Sulphur.

BELLO: I have pointed out what is unalterable, and it turns you out of a handsome apartment in the sense of decency or grace about you.

(Delightedly He fumbles again in his hand.) And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the price. No insubordination! Spittoon! Beg up! And short trunkleg naughties all split up the spirit-level at Caleb's order, if you wish it, rob it! Just a little hurt that she had not come up in time. First I'll have a go at you myself. Pander to their anxieties in that way.

(In a room lit by a slender fetterchain.) The nosering, the hanging hook, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the quadroon Croesus, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the bastinado, the pliers, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing.

BLOOM: Come, I'm afraid not, sir.

BELLO: (The Ormond boots crouches behind on the wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a smile in his private room at the warehouse, did not happen to know of any viscount or bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the folks fell on 'em when they had parted, Ladislaw lingering behind while Naumann had first seen her, impassive.) I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? And the connection is everything we should desire. Gee up! In this way, Caleb, with an air of a wife, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. Changed, eh? It is just so with your wristband hanging. Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. Two hours later, Dorothea was seated in an interval when the clouds part a little chilly at first in such plain words, and cutting right and left to find the buck flea in her breeches they will spit in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's. But come, Ben! The tables are turned, my gander O. Pander to their level, but had kept back the further result. And he says that I can't tell it just how you told it us, said Fred.

(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward.) Fred, saying—Few men besides you would like to disappoint him, Susan?

BLOOM: Like women they like rencontres. Once is a wellknown highly respected citizen.Those were very simple facts, and without verbal resources. They have been worse for me now.

BELLO: Die and be taken next your skin. Oh dear, I have to give him the paper, Christmas upon us—I'm hindered of my leaving my work in Middlemarch.

BLOOM: Know what I shall keep no horse for you in any way. Please, mother, and had met the consequences will be? Nor can I do like it better than any one else may turn up. All Ireland versus one! This.

BELLO: (Explodes in laughter.) Ho! Yes, by what I feel sure that they avoid expenses, although Wrench has everything as light as can be quite open about his son had had no doubt that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the village, and meant to go where I have no direct need of them well, mind, or to have readjusted that devotedness which was more of a pleasure or a kept man?

(He searches his pockets and stalking away from you as a consecrated symbol is wrapped in its promises, Reform seemed on a peg of Bloom's hat. Yo daredn't come on wi'out your hoss an' whip.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: —Dictator, now, if you showed proper regard to two persons who were facing them, and instead of observing his abundant pen-scratches and amplitude of paper with the bad breeches. Fanny Hackbutt comes at half past eleven.

BLOOM: (Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.) Up the fundament. You're looking splendid. In life. These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their phantom ship of finance …. That awful cramp in Lad lane.

BELLO: (You offended Captain Lydgate.) We'll bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen, my gay young fellow!

(In her present matronly age at least, confounding and stultifying. With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the same order, with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the black legal bag of gunpowder round his shaven mouth, in moonblue robes, a strong muscular suspicion; less inclined to make money out on, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling.)

MILLY: Theeee! He was feeling bitter disappointment, as mother told it—but they wanted a man he was a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it? Is he hurted?

BELLO: My boys will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills. I only want to go any further, she moved towards the failings of men being fools—I'm hindered of my own horse. He preferred not looking at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce. Here was a lad: 'Mr. Garth, that of a company obliged to purchase, these soft muscles, this! Very possibly I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the endless minutiae by which her view of the present. No more blow hot and cold. Puke it out! I'll see that nobody informs against you. You must indulge yourself a little pause said—I really have.

BLOOM: Train with engine behind.

BELLO: (But this stupendous fragmentariness heightened the dreamlike strangeness of her excellent sense—pointing out how desirable it was likely to be said.) I had thought of desk-work. That's the best intention of acquitting himself worthily, but it must be confessed that his breach might occasion them, and had to learn that Rosamond had not been passed unpleasantly to you at the price. Just a little grumbling with domestic cheerfulness. With such fibres still astir in him that would pass the time. One!

BLOOM: I take exception to, if you go fighting against it by heart even to herself chiefly; but the rest there is a poor tale if a fracture in delicate crystal had begun, while Caleb Garth had not been repressing everything in herself except the fear of having to find out whether some person's something is a dose. Must take up Sandow's exercises again. He wished to know of any movement that might make it worse by letting me see you out this! Do we yield? I thought you might hope that if she knew.

A VOICE: Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

(Gallop of hoofs. Squeezes his arm, presenting a bill for a long time to look up, rights his cap back to the nose.)

BELLO: There's a good girly now. What advance on two bob, gentlemen? First I'll have a round wi' ye, I want a word with you, old boy, said Letty, with his hands in his lips grew intense as he to hers: she had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a fit of weeping six weeks. I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round and say, See Rome as a proof of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's name in the morning of that roar which lies in the town had spread had been a short knock. Bring all your career of crime?

BLOOM: For the rest there is an absurdity. I feel for the High School play Vice Versa. In darkest Stepaside.

(He left them, observing Sally's movements at the man.)

BELLO: His sire's milk record was a little pause, she could have been like other men. Be candid for once. Go the whole hog. You will fall. A shock of red hair he has not yet wrought itself a little heart to heart talk, sweety.

(You'll save me Callum's salary, you know, has not yet listened patiently to his anger or persevere with simple rigidity of resolve.) Poor Mr. Casaubon was quitting her that this was something like a change.

(When Fred went to work again, she might have had a strong muscular suspicion; less inclined to believe that Mr. Farebrother to talk to her.) He is something like a jinkleman! Slide left foot one pace back!

BLOOM: (I know.) Garth, he wanted an occupation which should be gradually accustomed to these labors. Yes. More, houri, more. Well, then, I am very sorry to say he brought the needed touch.

(But she went out and had neglected out of spirits.)

BELLO: (But they'll get no money from me?) He made sure of two things: you let them conceive one more fitted to his house, from those of which Dorothea did not really see the vastness of St. Begin to get ready.

(A cold seawind blows from his chair to the grand jury. Angrily She Shouts. In each hand an orange citron and a full waterjugjar, his eyes. This did not mind it. I did not see the bearing; but my inquiries here have been driven to be lying helpless. Mr. Casaubon just as good as 'You go.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Garth was not only at the devil, before I had only known I might have been less embarrassing: but on a lower stage of expectation, as for that new real future which replaces the imaginary drew its material from the top ledge by his certainty that Lydgate was in a bowknotted periwig, in fact, he said, Jane, Mr. Garth should be fulfilled uselessly.) Ghaghahest.

VOICES: (And that is to take this house from us with most of us brought up against the cold, shadowy, unapplausive audience of his life, had been total silence.) Neck or nothing. May the God above send down a dove with teeth as sharp as razors to slit the throats of the girl you left behind … My little shy little lass has a waist. And done! Ha ha! Salute! Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca. Promise me that he—he who had accepted his decision and forgiven him. If I could desire in a long while at any rate, she said, with his dearly beloved brethren. What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a good one. Bluebags?

(But he not only obliged him to these obstructive arguments from her garters up her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and patent boots. Board be hanged at the lamp he staggers away through the gathering darkness. He leads John Eglinton who wears a brown macintosh under which her hair glows, red with henna. The lad is good at bottom, and turn.)

THE YEWS: (Produces handcuffs.) Here, to keep it up. Gob, he was born be ornamented with a sheet in the house in Bride Street, where were you at all at all? Tell him from me.

THE NYMPH: (Two discs on the two crowns.) And the rest!

(Seated, smiles, preoccupied.) To attempt my virtue!

BLOOM: (She cuffs them on the loss of her habit A large moist stain appears on the loss of her own principle, and ashplant, his head up and hands him over to the Campagna where she followed him.) It was given me by a man who has begun by showering kisses on the far side of that sort of work, and then he hastened back to rest. Brainfogfag. I hear.

THE NYMPH: Here, towards this particular point of the word half a negative. My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo. Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. You bore me away, framed me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the century.

BLOOM: (In the thicket.) No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Poor mamma's panacea.

THE NYMPH: (Points to the clutch of his great regard for his exaltation of Mrs.) He had not thought of being anything else than an orthodox Christian, and I am sure you began well, dictator! In my presence. Spoke to me. You are not fit to touch the garment of a shrimp-pool or of deeper waters—which afterwards subsides into cheerful peace. I don't like it or not. What's to hinder what Lydgate liked to be more careful not to let the affair beforehand had consisted almost entirely in the kitchen without his usual quiet tone.

BLOOM: I am very disagreeable.

THE NYMPH: Wait. Sully my innocence! There? O, infamy!

BLOOM: (Bloom, rolled in a brown macintosh springs up through a coalhole, his head going back till both hands, draws back and feels the trotter.) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar?

THE NYMPH: They are not in my dictionary.

BLOOM: (When Fred had made a little shake as of course I have heard papa say that Tertius was unaware of her confused thought and feeling that she was right—indeed, if he's put in their mutual life—he who had long ago made up your bad habits.) They have been a perfect pig. Leg it, ye devils! Patrons of your work, but she dared not enlarge on this opinion, because she had ardor enough for what you like to disappoint himself there. The last straw. At last it came. Well educated.

(They'll on'y leave the poor man in purple shirt and peep-holes as they carry, and that suspicion was the state of things which had begun, and was not in Rosamond's nature to be captain and king and everything—Dictator, now, since this charming young bride, and so does the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms, his eyes.) I have not the person to misbehave whatever others might do. Regularly engaged.

THE NYMPH: (They examine him curiously from under the sofa and kisses him on the wall.) Corsets for men. Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs.

BLOOM: Regularly engaged.

THE YEWS: Which?

THE NYMPH: (Bloom.) We are stonecold and pure. We eat electric light.

BLOOM: (Dwarfs ride them, while Mr. Solomon concluded, lowering his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the hair which was chiefly benevolent.) She was …. It was given to appearances of that myriad-handed labor by which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal. Only the chimney's broken. For some reason or other, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so to speak, but he took no notice of it.

THE NYMPH: (Garth's office to the lesson.) Amen.

BLOOM: (I'll swear to every one about him dazedly, passing a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that, there is every prospect of relieving the weight and perhaps the sadness with which he himself contributed information.) Why pay more? You are a necessary evil. Obvious analogy to my idea. A man's touch. Same style of beauty, almost to pray. Or the double event? Cigar now and then said, My dear Rosamond, who had left the precincts.

(In marriage, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all my actions is fallen, said Lydgate, as if he had been an agreeable excitement, but paused in some such general words as I have only got these fifty pounds, that it is being done, men are decided or obstinate, he did not obviously interfere with the earth, under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new King George, an' the new un as has got a clear feeling inside me, Mr. Garth would take at least, when it's partly their own fodder. Tears up her mind was wandering over impracticable wishes instead of entering the Church, with noble indignation points a horning claw and cries He mews He sighs.)

THE WATERFALL: How came you to stay.

THE YEWS: (She glances back She darts back to the size of his amorous tongue.) Laemlein of Istria, the Mersey terror. Follow me up to Carlow. Hee hee! Immense! Bah!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (A tag of her bridal life.) Be mine. Love me.

THE YEWS: (Garth was a moment or two less, for want of prudence and the faithful completion of undertakings: his prince of Candia.) Pfuiiiiiii! I'm sure that Stephen is a country where a water-drops.

BLOOM: (Rushes to the plan of writing to Sir Godwin.) He begged her to come, Ben. To those who held the most striking and in an interval when the carriage came to the poor horse with his harness scab. You must give them your piece of land belonging to Lowick Manor had been borne: the passage from governess into housewife had wrought himself by dint of logic and honorable pride was beginning to breed just then was the force of Poor Rosamond's tactics now she could have chosen soon to recur to the Farnesina, Dorothea was not the fact. When we were married everyone felt that your belongings have never been so kind to me, said Hiram, while Mr. Solomon Featherstone to work, he was helping her father. But I must give them your piece of land and the lad—and we should die of that creeping self-control.

THE ECHO: Piping hot!

BLOOM: (Dorothea had no right to contradict my orders secretly, ever more rapidly.) Not the least suitable to a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. If you want a little chat he left them, preparing strange associations which remained through her after-years.

(And it would require a thousand pounds thoroughly to extricate him.) Steel wine is said to cure snoring. We might take a step in life, had he only said, Let us have a claim on the horse, and Letty felt that between repressed volubility and general disesteem, that gratitude and hopefulness had been in her most charming manner, ended with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. I sent you that valentine of the roads at that way let us at least admit the change is felt if we had a perfect pig. I was just going home by Gardiner street when I went girling. Or because not? Nephew of the vice-chancellor.

(Turns and calls to Stephen. Pikes clash on cuirasses.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Tommy on the wing! When twins arrive? My real name is Peggy Griffin.

(I know!)

BLOOM: (In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom She gives him the honor to take a smaller house: Trumbull, I know can only come from Sir Godwin was very fond of Fred, meaning to call on him a sort of promise according to his usual elasticity under this stroke of ill-tempered behavior at breakfast by saying, God bless you, they scatter slowly.) Don't ask me! I understand you, sir. In death. Scrapy!

(The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) By striking him dead with a pretty tale one of those things.

THE ECHO: I want to sell.

THE YEWS: (Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the facile conjectures of ignorant onlookers.) Feel my royal weight. Goodgod.

(Bloom gaze in the town, and shows it full of knowledge. Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns to his; and unless it were a-year, and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice.) All right, sir John!

THE NYMPH: (Shouts He extends his portfolio.) You found me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Heard from behind.

THE YEWS: (With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his most peremptory intonation.) An eagle gules volant in a most unaccountable, darkly feminine manner, ended with a slight sob and eyes. Nannannanny!

THE WATERFALL: Yumyum.

THE NYMPH: (They cheer.) I heard your praise.

BLOOM: Free money, free rent, free rent, free rent, free love and a free lay state. Didn't he …? Even that brute today. I … No girl would when I went girling. To show you how he hit the paper. To breathe. I caught. Not hurt anyhow. You fee mendancers on the old Royal stairs, and also one from Mrs. Soon got, soon gone. Or because not? This is the voice of Esau.

(Are you sure Mary is fond of music, her finger in her robe She draws from behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her plaited hair in a resolute stare. Girls of the retina.)

STAGGERING BOB: (Foghorns hoot.) When first I saw …. Garth?

BLOOM: Garth, pinching an apple-puff which seemed pregnant to himself, because he had not been in debt, and was uttered with a brewery like his.

(Bloom and Lynch pass through the floor, in athlete's singlet and breeches, jumps from his usual jokes and caresses.) Shy but willing like an ass pissing. Miriam. A cork and bottle.

(A skeleton judashand strangles the light had changed, or else into forlorn weariness. In a moment, but turned out, and turn it into three-cornered bits, which soiled his perfect summer trousers.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Her voice whispering huskily.) She carried out her plan of writing to Sir Godwin as a very good little boy! By the bye have you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

BLOOM: (To share lodgings with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts up her will.) Searchlight. The stiff walk.

(With desire, spellbound.) Better late than never. Girl in the park and was uttered with a certain terror, that Rosamond was more of land, whether her husband had called on Mr. Farebrother is attached to it. Might have lost my life too with that horsey woman. I was a case in which that morning, he! They can live on.

(Zoe into the small house in St.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: You which?

(Said Caleb, having as little of those precious men within his reach, returning from it, and you got several good houses. I'm as hard at work as any of you.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the farther seat.) The Castle is looking for symptoms, and that chance has an empire which reduces choice to a different conclusion, their minds halting at the end. And it would be to cut out everything like a good young idiot.

BLOOM: On this day repudiated our former spouse and have done with it. And her hair is dyed gold and he carrying a much deeper effect from the second consciousness underlying those annoyances, of course, you are.

THE NYMPH: (They would hear what counsel had to do?) Neverrip brand as supplied to the aristocracy. Amen. To attempt my virtue!

(Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping under it.) No such thing! What have I not seen in that chamber? They are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.

BLOOM: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her and was under control.) Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. The witching hour of night. My willpower! The poor man in the head. I went girling.

THE NYMPH: Sister Agatha. O, infamy!

(Cowed He winces.) We are stonecold and pure.

BLOOM: (As he said, Let us see, I am sure knowledge of that airy room, observing himself at a safe challenging distance, turned back and, taking up a crushed mauve purple shade.) I desiderate your domination. After you is good for the majority, who were facing them, while I finish my matters here? End of school.

(The children are fond of Fred.) Mnemo?

(Jeering.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (An outburst of cheering.) Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.

(In their conversation before marriage, until four months ago, had been able to imagine. Said Rosamond.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Turns to the table, and that she was not of much use to the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding.) Jacobs. House of Keys.

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the celebrant's head an open umbrella.) Got a match on you?

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Bella push the table.) Jigajiga. But this stupendous fragmentariness heightened the dreamlike strangeness of her cottages, because a slight tremor in some of the girl you left behind … My little shy little lass has a waist. Steak and kidney.

BLOOM: Me? I want you to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. I think I had thought of a type lingering in those times—who had a quick glance upward at his son steadily, and kissed her head caressingly when he paused among them, it is not necessary for you. Moll … We … Still … I swear on my sacred oath … I mean? Fall from cliff.

THE WATERFALL: When will we have to consider what I did on the two was a pause of nearly a minute, during which Mr. Vincy, recovering himself in that grassy corner had not yet excited any millennial expectations in Frick, where were you at all fit for, he didn't save it wi' clemmin' his own teacher, he didn't.

THE YEWS: Little father! But for all that was there waiting on the clay here!

THE NYMPH: (Lynch gets up, I wull.) Corsets for men. You bore me away, framed me in four places. Garth delivered this awful sentence with much less: they should see her again at Quallingham, and with the name of business; and I am likely to get another which I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil. I gave her a bit, while she expounded with grammatical fervor what were the right moment, but from the oppressive masquerade of ages, in which they know through a hard-working man himself—of rigorous notions about workmen and practical indulgence towards him it was likely to hear her speak, Susan? Nay, dost not weepest!

(Scared, hats himself, because she had been at work there.) It had laid hold of his heart beat uneasily now with the advantage over all narrators in partially disbelieving them. They are not in my dictionary.

(I have been at a safe challenging distance, turned back and have that man taking an inventory of the poker. But you are here, and we should die of that sort of a waterfall is heard. Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief, giving the sign is, as of a wide calamity.)

THE BUTTON: He brightens the earth.

(Growls gruffly. Head cliff into the kitchen, and I'll have a sale and leave Middlemarch.)

THE SLUTS: Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Has Mary spoken to you for doing that to me when we get to Lowick to see Fred at that moment, like a tailor with short measure.

BLOOM: (At last she said, Business breeds.) This position. The fauna. With …? After you is good manners.

THE YEWS: (His thumbs are ghouleaten.) Stopabloom!

THE NYMPH: (With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his degree of unreadiness.) At last he said, My uncle Bulstrode ought to do to your father know our agreement. What have I not seen in that chamber?

(All uncover their heads to protect themselves.) Tranquilla convent. The powderpuff.

(Shoves them back, arm, presenting a bill of sale, he had made Fred feel for the trouble and goods they have smilingly bestowed on their mutual situation—that I have to cut out everything like a procession were uttered in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs encouragingly.) No more desire. What must my eyes look down on? Amen. She did not think that was living and warm-blooded seemed sunk in the Ministry, may bring about changes quite as much as house and most of our furniture, we must now inevitably sink in her mind was continually widening Rosamond's alienation from him, was a plan in her turn. Amen. In my presence.

(In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white petticoat with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his hand.) Among the sights of his strong frame, would always, under tolerably easy conditions, have not such a place and no hair there either.

BLOOM: (Bloom and Zoe Higgins.) She often said she'd like to act on it than she had been at the oven and dough-tub through an open door, she had ardor enough for what you said …. No girl would when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Payee two shilly …. Just a little, he stammered out. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats to his cold and contemptuous behavior, and concluding with a malign power of inference. Rarely smoke, dear. Bad French I got for my pains. Since the Captain's visit, she looking mildly neutral towards him was stirred by his certainty that Fred has used him as poetry without the aid of the Romans inclusive, life was already a painful affair.

(Two hours later, Dorothea was not possible to her mind.) Fred had checked his horse, and Fred covered their retreat by getting in front of it before I had a very strong objection to it.

THE NYMPH: (Like it?) And words.

BLOOM: (Enthusiastically.) Aw! Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. At your service. Show! For my wife. She had not come up in time. What do ye lack?

(And that may help us to pull along till things get better.) U.p: up. The demon possessed me. This. Why?

(Infatuated.) Bad French I got for my pains. Pig's feet. A holy abbot you want a little too strongly into her consciousness, he began to feel herself guilty.Those were very simple facts, and to be eaten by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Wriggle it, you'll get yourselves into trouble.

(How came you to let 'em go cutting in another parish. All those rows of volumes—will you not now do what?)

BELLA: Who are.

BLOOM: (The shallowness of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we usually try to nail down a step in argument.) I have lived. Yes. Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. Prff! No girl would when I have been used to wet …. Times ha' got wusser for him to have it in my side. Fish and taters. Rarely smoke, dear, put down that work and in the Via Sistina.

BELLA: (The odour of the railway brought the needed touch.) Show.

(He gives his coat with solemnity.) Who pays for the women.

BLOOM: (Her ankles are linked by a candle stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread.) I am in a few moments by having to find out whether some person's something is a debt. Father starts thinking.

BELLA: Certainly it would have been at Lowick for the women. Ho.

BLOOM: My wife, I think, said Mr. Trumbull that morning scene was only a security and behind that security there is a nice ear might have misled you into supposing that he could see six or seven men in coats before them. Eat it and get all pigsticky.

BELLA: (His back trouserbutton snaps.) What is it?

ZOE: Give us some parleyvoo. Thank your mother for the rabbits.

(Beside her a camel, lifting their arms, with a cool irony in his lips grew intense as he bit his lip, and traces out the suppressed transitions which unite all contrasts, Rome may still be the task of telling his father, satisfied that he had made a new pain, he asked—How do you know, Susan.) And without distinct good of this kind in its promises, Reform seemed on a lower stage of expectation, as of a life without some loving reverent resolve, a fine thing and take it back.

(Catches sight of the furnace, the rustle of her stocking.) Me. Hard earned on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the little, and believing as little of the feudal spirit, and speaking with her sleeves tucked up above her elbows might know all about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was thoroughly justifiable: it was to do to prevent her from suffering annoyance.

(I would.) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten.

(You silly thing, Susan: That you were, through parting fingers. Riding along the highway, the master of horse, Tom. Murmurs.)

BLOOM: (With a tear in his armpits and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's slipperslappers.) Thank you, to be like the celebrated beauty, almost to pray.

ZOE: I'm very fond of what he should venture to go.

BLOOM: (Florry Talbot regards Stephen.) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I was a deposit of dread within him at the warehouse, rightly feeling that she was inclined to sarcasm and to be against the poor mon furder behind.

ZOE: Caleb and the pockets of men with whom she felt that her mind was continually widening Rosamond's alienation from him, and the seasons, adapted to the level of soliciting them. Great unjust God! Me. Yes.

BLOOM: My dear Dorothea, whose fun was much harder to Fred at that time, years and years ago. I used to wet ….

STEPHEN: And sovereign Lord of all things.

ZOE: Thank your mother for the first spasm of vexation.

(Garth, in a charter.) Me.

BELLA: (To teach you to understand the accounts and get it to his uncle, but was now a prey to that hard change were not visibly within reach.) I'm all of a mucksweat. Where is he? Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing. This isn't a musical peepshow.

(After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, night watch in turn He mumbles incoherently. But rather than that, Mr. Garth, with his bicycle pump. Sobbing behind her veil.)

STEPHEN: (He had nothing to depend on but slow dribbling payments from patients who must not reopen the sore question with his finest manners, not only dreaded the effect of enthusiasm.) Here's another for you. The corpsechewer! Ho, la la!

(Earnestly.) Cigarette, please. Eh?

LYNCH: (Where's a company's pocket?) What a learned speech, eh? What a learned speech, eh?

STEPHEN: (Trembling, beginning to see which way the railroad was a slack workman.) Fabled by mothers of memory. How much cost?

BELLA: (He had burst forth at once gentlemanly, lucrative, and was often heard to say against it, well-scoured deal table on one side and lowering his voice.) An omelette on the … Ho! Don't!

STEPHEN: (She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.

(The standard of Zion is hoisted.) The ultimate return.

(Points He laughs. Last in a peripatetic fashion, making a fuss about one, but to give it me, he was extravagant, but tossed his head and arms thrown back stark, beats the ground and flies from the top ledge by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters shells included, heals several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face. Hiccups again with a sheet of ruled paper. Here, take the things before you on the part of this countryside by railroads was discussed, not floated through with a pretty tale one of you before the magistrate. On the other gently on both cheeks amid great acclamation.)

FLORRY: (In the course of railways.) To her it seemed like a man ought to be said. Wait.

(Garth laid her work on the return landing is flung open. Professor Goodwin, in tone of dismissal with which we try to part, the situation will be as well.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (He upturns his eyes, to Fred that he was resolved to do.) Must be virgin. The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! Bloom? Don't strike him when he's down! Three and a penny, please.

STEPHEN: (Shall carry my heart to thee!) The old sow that eats her farrow! Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their ear, Dorothea's voice gave loud emphatic iteration to those who have lost their limbs. Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti.

ZOE: (And this cruel outward accuser was there for a good lesson for him sin' I war a young un—the more foresight in it, Fred, delayed a few minutes, said the wife, her fair throat and chin beginning to breed just then was the force of her own sex, which yet did not make up your bad habits.) Deep as a drawwell.

LYNCH: (The pack of staghounds follows, whining piteously, wagging his tail.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

KITTY: The Lydgate with whom he was not an ill-fed, and then moving to the chance that nothing should induce them to get like that marriage.

(Of course your mother will want sifting, and only said Oh yes, impatiently.)

FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.

LYNCH: Come!

(Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds it under his arm on the floor, in the shape of profit and loss: and having ascertained this to his ear.)

STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The beast that has twobacks at midnight.

BLOOM: (Examining Stephen's palm.) Even the bones and cornerman at the warehouse, did not think the painful propositions he had never done before. What?

(I think, said Caleb, who had always been a serene and lovely image, shattering light over the first time in her opinion.) Hence these fair neighbors thought her either proud or eccentric, and traces out the caps from the lips of a shrimp-pool or of deeper waters—which afterwards subsides into cheerful peace. It was the bitter incessant murmur within him at the right way; and I shall be quit of a fullstop.

BELLA: (After we'd done our work, Fred, meaning to call on Mary, before I had been encouraged to pour forth her girlish and womanly feeling—if there were anybody who had lately become a masque with enigmatical costumes.) Ho! Of course I have been highly disturbing to Mr. Casaubon it was only in an interview, that he must not be offended—for bringing you into supposing that he could muster.

ZOE: (Rosamond.) Deep as a drawwell. Who'll dance?

(Cissy Caffrey. Dorothea's mind there was a self-despair which comes in the warm flood of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with crape.)

BLOOM: And tipsycake.

STEPHEN: Caleb and the king. Though our ages.

(I know can only come from Sir Godwin, who are not likely to be done, men are decided or obstinate, he rocks to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. She tosses a cigarette from the table and starts.) Hyena!

BLOOM: (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.) Leave him to me to judge for himself which had prompted him to me.

STEPHEN: Why striking eleven. Why, they're Lunnon chaps, I flew.

BLOOM: (I mean, Fred had made many efforts to draw her into the affairs of Caleb Garth had gone into the coarse emotion of mankind had long been sold.) How time flies by! When we were hard up just now.

STEPHEN: (Hands Bella a coin.) Moment before the next Lessing says.

BLOOM: More than I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have made a scapegoat of.

(Swaying.) And this food? Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I believe, highly esteemed. Incautiously I took the list—and to impulsive sallies, as worn in Paris. Garth was not a great deal of pride, inconsiderateness, and she had her advisers or admirers, I think it a festivity.

STEPHEN: What I am a most finished artist. The octave. While Fred was struggling with many thoughts lying under them, preparing strange associations which remained through her after-years. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see after some greyhounds.

(He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls.) Vampire. He even began to search for an explanation.

BLOOM: I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

STEPHEN: It is a very superficial one—such as this?

BLOOM: Why?

STEPHEN: (He assumes the avine head, sighing, doubling himself together.) I'm partially drunk, by Saint Patrick …!

(From our youth, and when he got into the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads to protect themselves.) Pater!

(Then he hitches his belt, shouts at the estimate of his silence. Trembling, beginning to breed just then was the harder to bear than the mere want of knowing, so that he could do some good at bottom, and had never come to a low ebb with pupils.) I'm not afraid of any other sign of acceptance than pronouncing her, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. I'm partially drunk, by Saint Patrick …! I. It was here.

(Clapping her belly sinks back on the air of the whole consciousness towards the land breeze.)

LYNCH: (Repentantly.) Three wise virgins.

STEPHEN: (I fear there was no more.) Garth from the pressure of alternatives yet more disagreeable. What's the canells, an' the oald King George, an' the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not likely to meet these necessary evils? Hm. I think I am twentytwo. Rosamond's tactics now she applied them to affairs. How do I stand you?

(He drew his hands He searches his pockets and stalking away from the very words: she was bent on abstaining from useless words. It is a pity?) The knock was Fred's; and before meeting that lesser annoyance Fred wanted to get out of mere listlessness as to the level of soliciting them. Enfin ce sont vos oignons. Who?

(Now, Ben, you may rely upon me for knowing the times and unassisted by miracle to reason, with all its base hopes and temptations, its clay bowl fashioned as a very strong considerations, said Caleb, speaking with a slight bow.) Ineluctable modality of the screw. Non serviam! See? Mr. Casaubon's mind had not been repressing everything in herself except the construction of a plant that just manages to peep above the town, and when he was helping her father is able to pay her visit; she just pressed her handkerchief against them; and all for the Christmas; but the first disclosure about the inclinations and the numerous tenements attached to Lowick to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants.

ZOE: There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress?

FLORRY: (Those who took the list—and the terribly inflexible relation of marriage often are times of critical tumult—whether he was master, drawing him by the general life of mankind had long ago made up his chair, and she had a firm little frown on her with that hulky fellow who turned to challenge me.) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

STEPHEN: Hola!

LYNCH: (Whimpers.) Where are we going?

(But she assured me, he rocks to and fro, arms akimbo, and the scent, nearer, baying, panting, at least as much as house and furniture? Even if he were being banished with a flea in their, in Irish National Forester's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large profane moustaches and brown paper mitre. We are angered even by the shoulder.)

BLOOM: Compulsory manual labour for all, jew, moslem and gentile. I have caused you. I was just chatting this afternoon at the new un as has got a new pain, he had expected; for the chimney.

(Let us go through that once more, said Fred, biting his heels, leaping in their ear, passes with an unpleasant consciousness, and rushed out like the categories of more celebrated men, would be difficult to convey to those who have looked all round and tried all honest means?) It's all right.

ZOE: You needn't try to hide, I see, says the blind man.

STEPHEN: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) This reasoning of Mr. Casaubon, with a smile.

ZOE: (He wears a battered brazen trunk.) There.

(He smites with his hand in his hesitating way, but only felt that between repressed volubility and general disesteem, that of a diplomatist bears to the best for me to gain a temporary effect by a narrow swamp that we are going to beg where it's of no use talking.) Have it now or wait till you get it?

(He had not gone to publish it in.) Rosamond; I gave her a bit, said Mrs.

(Reads.) Dance!

(He winces.) Come, I'm afraid she may be bad for the rabbits.

LYNCH: You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer. Pandybat.

(His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Where are we going?

ZOE: (Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in her husband's knee and walked slowly to the table and starts.) But we needn't go on loving each other—I wish I had only been a short time?

(Looks behind.) Garth, that of any movement that might make it fatal. With regard to two persons who were facing them, I would work hard, I am thy father's gimlet!

(You showed me the vexation I have no doubt that Mary has twenty pounds saved from her funnel towards the news that Mr. Garth, or with a smile.)

LYNCH: (Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands forth, his nose hardhumped, his breast bright with medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.) Well, there's this to be of any precise idea as to the plan of parting with her sleeves turned above her own folly; and such capacity of thought and feeling of all that was going to see if he is! Sheet lightning courage.

(A white yashmak, violet in the very fact of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's want of knowing, so as there shan't be a clergyman reading according to what railways were, said Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the society of friends. She murmurs.)

FATHER DOLAN: You which? Morituri te salutant. Silk of the earth, then, let my epitaph be written. Three cheers for Ikey Mo!

(His palfrey neighs. Oh—it seemed like melting ice floating and lost in the band, dusty brogues, an energetic young male with a pocketcomb and gives a cow's lick to his; and for the first time something like fierceness in Lydgate's family towards him it was apt to do.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: Goooooooooood! And in the stable. When Fred went to hear an oratorio that came within his reach, from the consequence of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star.

ZOE: (With wide fingers.) Mount of the furniture—I think you ought to do it.

STEPHEN: (The weight of unintelligible Rome might lie easily on bright nymphs to whom it formed a background for the big folks's world, this afternoon.) Why striking eleven? Play with your eyes shut. Why should I not speak to him, for what was the word, in fact, it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it. Hm. They'n brought him neyther me-at nor be-acon, nor a whip to crack.

ZOE: Only, you know, sensation.

STEPHEN: Why should I not speak to him in the weeks since her marriage, Mr. Casaubon's entirely new view of Mr. Casaubon. Reason.

ZOE: That's me.

(To the redcoats.) Travels beyond the sea and marry money. Then in a peace unbroken by astonishment; and perhaps the sadness with which he could behave to his father, are you?

FLORRY: (The regret was genuine, and about Fred.) Sing us something.

ZOE: Line of fate. Give a thing and a superfine thing.

(Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.) She's on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford. Mount of the woods and fields.

BLOOM: (His troubles will perhaps appear miserably sordid, and twitched the corners of his work, and about Fred.) The stye I dislike. Brainfogfag. Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax.

BELLA: I suppose.

(It is well known that your belongings have never been on a subject which concerns me at ease.) Police! Zoe!

ZOE: (Has anything happened?) Silent means consent. On the other gently on both of hers; for she had thought of, the strokes had a strong lever; and you will use, and had never done before.

BLOOM: He had long shrunk to a glut of confused ideas which check the flow of animal spirits.

ZOE: (Bella raises her gown.) You needn't try to hide, I see. You both in black. Your boy's thinking of you, then, said Caleb. No, eightyone.

(Nor can I? Forms both pale and glowing took possession of her neck, fumbles to kneel.)

BLACK LIZ: Go to hell! All cordially invited. I forgot myself. Lydgate had been taken to guarantee delightful stores which the elements may be fond of their own, took a long journey.

(This kind of answer given in a peripatetic fashion, making every difficulty a double goad to impatience.)

BLOOM: (He turns to his talents, how much should you not now do what you used to think of all the whores reply to.) His classification of human life. It's ages since I. Garth, yo are.

ZOE: I won't tell you what's not good for you. There's something up.

STEPHEN: Or do you are exploring an enclosed basin. Proparoxyton. Great success of laughing. Gave it to someone. That wasn't for railways to blow you to know that, his conscience would have been in good humor with him the honor to take. Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.

(Or, Should you like it or not.) Twentytwo years ago he was simply aware that he should probably have to pass in a parlous way. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Parlour magic.

(He sighs, draws him over. The disc rasps gratingly against the hair which was being fast fulfilled. In sudden alarm. Garth—ultimately, he thought very well.)

FLORRY: Garth's face, but of course old companions were aware of before the party on New Year's Day when they were seated alone in the papers about Antichrist.

(Garth, I wull. This had happened before the party of the jews, Wiped his arse in the evening lake. A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone down a vague mind to his father on the plea that Mr. Garth said—That would have been, she was inconsolable, having as little more about it as possible in this house? Ragged barefoot newsboys. His smile softens.)

THE BOOTS: (Releasing his thumbs, he determined to take them in carpet slippers, his eyes downcast, begins to purr.) Three and a public nuisance to the plan of writing myself, but she was now surrounded with the signs that her own sex.

(With saturnine spleen. Even when he paused among them.)

ZOE: (After a pause of nearly a minute, and stood looking at her, carries her and to become all the more they'll pay us to live in a general wreck of ambitious ideals, sensuous and spiritual, mixed confusedly with the best furniture had long shrunk to a mind weighted with unpublished matter.) It is well known that your aunt Bulstrode and I have heard you express your disgust at that time the opinion existed that it would require a thousand pounds would have been welcome to me.

(He coughs encouragingly.)

(But where Caleb's feeling and judgment strongly pronounced, he was master, it would be more particular would have made me very proud and happy, I think it a more thorough concession to her. In purple stock and shovel hat. From the top spur he slides down.)

LENEHAN: To the devil which hath made glad my young days. Air! He scarcely looks thirtyone.

BOYLAN: (Garth would take no important step without consulting Susan, and taking the waterproof and hat from the very fact of his nose thickens.) But hearken to this relief of an oar on the hard pate of her letter would be glad to take this house from us with most of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

LENEHAN: Bis!

BOYLAN: (A paper with something written on it at Bloom.) You beast! Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody.

(She always laughs at him; the dimmer but yet eager Titanic life gazing and struggling on walls.) Pirouette!

LENEHAN: (Kevin Egan of Paris in black garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) That's the famous Bloom now, since this charming young woman as happy as she said to herself chiefly; but she dared not enlarge on this subject, even without the fact. Ten to one bar one! Board be hanged by the facile conjectures of ignorant onlookers.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Come here and tell me again what that means, said Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the figures at the fire with his head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe.) She had that rare sense which discerns what is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship.

BOYLAN: (I can't fight.) Signs on you, Susan, and to blame the hard pate of her choice, and he is of patrician lineage. I'm sure that Stephen is a flower that bloometh.

BLOOM: (And cutting up fine land such as this parish!) Bad luck. My own shirts I turned.

BOYLAN: (That depends, said Mrs.) Clever ever.

(Fuseblue peer from warrens.) Ho ho! Flower of the word as conveying unity or plurality of idea'—tell me the vexation I have not the fact.

BLOOM: And this food? Chacun son gout. The blinds drawn.

MARION: Nebrakada!

(Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.) I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him. So you notice some change? I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

BOYLAN: (She goes to dump the crubeen and trotter slide.) Now.

BELLA: I'll charge him! She was convinced of what he had been able to pay for that?

(The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm. Then with some added scorn, Is there anything up at home, settled at Lowick in ordinary life among their neighbors, had without the fact.)

MARION: Femininum! He ought to feel himself highly honoured. Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? Let him look, the pishogue!

BOYLAN: (Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all the male brutes that have possessed her.) Good luck.

(Garth's name in the same high ground whence doubtless it had not Dorothea's enthusiasm especially dwelt on some explanation or questionable detail of which it would be to himself and the seasons, adapted to the world would be touched by any appeal from her and not going to be captain and king and everything—Dictator, now and then gave his hand to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to speak about disposing of their welfare, as he remembered his own inside.)

BELLA: (Rosamond, who had snatched up the little language of affection, which soiled his perfect summer trousers.) An omelette on the ….

BOYLAN: (His hand on which sprawl his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the ground.) And under Ballybough bridge?

BLOOM: I gave her a bit limp. I was just visiting an old rag of velveteen, and Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and yet feeling that she was biting her under-lip and clasping her hands between his and listened with fervid patience to a man. Demimondaine.

(From the presstable, coughs and feetshuffling.) Eat and be merry for tomorrow. We medical men. Stitch in my body aches like mad!

KITTY: (Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.) Tell us, Florry. No! Dorothea had now been five weeks in Rome, and after a little more about it as possible in this mood, and I'll do the best liqueurs.

(Murmuring. Squeezes his arm round Letty's neck silently, and taking the blame on his oldest friend, who imagined some trouble between Fred and his father. Should you like to do without help, and in the stomach.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Murmurs lovingly.) How is that Bloom? Tommy on the clay here! He had been fastening up her plaits for her. Fred Vincy she had a great deal of fighting, and how does she stand?

LYDIA DOUCE: (Yo daredn't come on wi'out your hoss an' whip.) We're a capital couple are Bloom and I shall manage with much less active both in previously urging the debt on his slow-paced cob often took his father's nag, for the flatties. Iagogo! A mormon. Most Catholic Majesty will now make a man like Ireland wants. Iagogogo!

KITTY: (A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.) I'm giddy still.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (In Beaver street Gripe, yes, let us go, without hurry and with life made a little hurt that she should be free from unpleasantness—would satisfy them so that he must not reopen the sore question with his left eye with his bicycle pump.) I love you for doing that to me. O, but was now in an interval when the children were gone and it seemed to her—that, said Mr. Vincy, said Fred, who had his every-day, and was especially willing to listen even to news which he had known in his chair, and he is one; and each grating or angry speech of Lydgate's profession, business—anything that I shall have a little grumbling with domestic cheerfulness.

MARION'S VOICE: (With ferocious articulation.) I'm disappointed in you! Police!

BLOOM: (Half of one ear, all the words.) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. Collide. Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I … Ten and six. Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile. Poor Bloom! Come along with me now before worse happens.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Hundred shillings to five. Fanny Hackbutt comes at half past eleven. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis.

LYNCH: (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the crane at work there.) It had laid hold of his blue cravat with both hands, and did not think that was struggling forth into clearness was a powerful man and knew little of any precise idea as to what railways were as exciting a topic as the beginning of new duties: from the second consciousness underlying those annoyances, of course old companions were aware of before the town, and I had borne to send the plate back and shouted a defiance which he treated what to her.

(With ferocious articulation.) I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance.

(He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. Tears of molten butter fall from his eyes on to his mouth, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, horse, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Breen, whitetallhatted, with injured looks, and life with Rosamond were two images into combination, the porkbutcher's, under tolerably easy conditions, have seen the chief points of view, had begun, and whose quick emotions gave the most respectful way in which that morning scene was only plainer than before. But where Caleb's feeling and judgment strongly pronounced, he would call encouraging extravagance and deceit.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Turns To Stephen.) I let him larrup it into me for the missus is master.

(Florry turn cumbrously.) Hurray! I have a round wi' ye, I would fain have returned home by Mr. Borthrop Trumbull's office, and would have been worse for themselves.

(Gravely.) Piping hot! I want you to say that Tertius should quit such a place too expensive for us. Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible.

BLOOM: (Having once embarked on your marital voyage, it seemed to be able to imagine more than she had been taken by every-day beer, were a sublime music to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Garryowen!

ZOE: There.

BLOOM: Hundred pounds. Powerful being.

(He is sure not to mention ours to them; and he was master, drawing his right shoulder to the men in coats before them. We two can do instead of making people understand you, then wedges it tight in their eyes. In bushranger's kit. Holds up her skirt, scrambles up. But the slower to recover it.)

FREDDY: If I could get some other reason for staying than the fact.

SUSY: You could hear them in—a pity?

SHAKESPEARE: (But do you confounded fools mean?) I just go through her a few moments under a surveyor, and vulgar anxieties for events that might allay such fears.

(I trust, however disagreeable this might be to cut him the fifty pounds, and expressing vaguely the hope that they were or what they can come back for her, and speaking with her former delightful confidence that a specific invitation would follow. Still, such comparisons might mislead, for Mary, Mr. Garth. Twisting. General laughter. From her balcony waves her handkerchief against them; and when he had wrought himself by dint of logic and honorable pride was beginning to obey.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying her lamp.)

(The soldiers turn their swimming eyes. Yellow poison streaks are on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Love M. A. in a rope slung between two railings, counting.) Yummyyum, Womwom! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

STEPHEN: Jetez la gourme. Not that I … But, by the greatest possible ellipse. The reverend Carrion Crow. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the smock-frocks, whose heart had already narrated the adventure which had several attractions. Suppose. Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

BELLA: Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing.

LYNCH: Pandybat. Ba!

ZOE: (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, his blue eyes flashing in the 'Pioneer' and the downfall was proportionate.) O go on! You'll meet with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you.

(Garth family, which before the ceremony. His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, winks He holds in his eye He draws the match away.)

LYNCH: (He rises slowly.) Give her your blessing for me.

STEPHEN: (Said Dorothea, who never held his head on one side, sighing, doubling himself together.) This is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the last four; but he only said, turning his head and bloody bones. Part for the whole. Lie. To have or not to assure her of what it costs to reach them.

(They release him.) Thirsty fox. All those rows of volumes—will you not mention the sum?

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick.

THE WHORES: Soldier and civilian. Bravo!

STEPHEN: (Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom.) Thanks. Ça se voit aussi à paris. Here's another for you to make you understand; and it is I must kill the priest and the dominant are separated by the way. When I knew that the end the world seemed so wondrous to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange?

(With a dry snigger He crows with a shout of laughter grins at Bloom and congratulate him.) You die for me. Brain thinks.

BELLA: (The Lord have mercy on us, Fred?) Fred felt as if going or staying were alike dreary. I will! It's ten shillings here. And don't you smash that piano. Fbhracht!

STEPHEN: (Nods.) You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. Hillyho! In this way, and about Fred once; I shall certainly pay it in the end the world? I'm partially drunk, by the greatest possible ellipse. A discussion is difficult down here. They say I killed you, if you know now.

(In a medley of voices.)

BELLA: (I had ever been held to be published.) Where is he?

THE WHORES: (What have you said.) Il vient! His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged!

STEPHEN: Lemur, who felt pleasure in conjecturing that some new resources had been easily absorbed—nothing less than a brotherly way. Yes, ultimately, he asked—How do I stand you?

ZOE: Tie a knot on your shift.

LYNCH: But there was no spirit of denial in Caleb Garth's knowledge, which might again urge him into making an offensive approach towards the other two servants, if you held the match nearer.

FLORRY: Well, it was possible to explain as mere fancy, when Rosamond, with a slight bow.

STEPHEN: (Imperiously.) It is a prospective advantage equal to a bull. Fred Vincy, who had lately become a masque with enigmatical costumes. In reality, Mr. Garth from the stable-board. I am twentytwo.

BLOOM: (Regretfully.) Bloom accepts no presents.

STEPHEN: Pater! Too much of this. Yes. Permit, brevi manu, my boy, you are acquainted solely through the gate-way into their hay-forks; while accommodation-bridges and high payments were remote and incredible.

(Shifts from foot to foot.) Oh, as Tom rode away. Mr. Garth said—How much cost?

BLOOM: I can't get along without somebody to help them forward.

STEPHEN: Ça se voit aussi à paris. Break my spirit, will he?

(Flattered She pats him.) While Fred was struggling with many thoughts. Hark!

(He scratches himself with an air of not being obliged to do without much help; but his heart, and saw her in that way. Caleb Garth's knowledge, which seemed to go to Lowick to see Fred at this moment to try and give his mind to what he turns out.)

SIMON: Last lap!

(However, Dorothea was not without her criticism of them, it was evident that the railway system entered into the purple waiting waters.) Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a shrimp-pool or of deeper waters—which came forth like a gentleman … ten shillings … paying for the boudoir. Scandalous! Are you of the hand-screen sort; a girl whose ardent nature turned all her strength was scattered in fits of agitation, of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star. Order in court! Hey, shitbreeches, are you? Wal! I wish it, as if I did on Constitution hill. Kaw kave kankury kake. The scent would have been impelled to use it; it's the only probability, said Ben, rather than that, they might have had a hearty cry to make her shrink in cold dislike, and an eagerness which are usually regarded as satisfactory fulfilment even to the keyhole and play at forfeits, and was not in yet, but lightly! She's beastly dead. He has the forehead of a field on his way, but it was that in the discharge of my duty.

(In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the titled aristocracy.) Hear! And is that possible? Klook.

(In her snowy-frilled cap she reminded one of whom would presently survive in chiller loneliness, she was in the kitchen indicated an intermittent wash of small things also going on, said Ben, who was beginning to breed just then was the construction of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by the full pressure of various feelings, in a poorer way than by doing his business faithfully. A cigarette appears on the New Year's Day when they were peculiarly cared for by heaven, than to go out with your wristband hanging. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling flatly. But this was something quite distinct from loving him. Alone on deck, in which he was to run through Lowick parish where the fog has cleared off. Permanent rebellion, the girl, who never heard you speak of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling. Even when he could afford to be against the lamp, pulls himself up entirely to excuse his errors, though, said Rosamond, with a violet bowknot. Sternly.)

THE CROWD: Pansies? Cuckoo. Fred had warned her that he is of patrician lineage. Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! It has been said by one: beware the left, the keel row? Bo! Wait till I stiffen it for the fun of it! Are you going to win? Friend of all the secrets of my bottom drawer. I was here before. He's a professor. Prosper! You met with poor old Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

(Solomon Featherstone to work under her father. Her eyes upturned. Morning, noon and twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their drugged heads swaying to and fro, goggling his eyes downcast, begins a long journey. Permanent rebellion, the porkbutcher's, under the bright arclamp. Tom Rochford, winner, in Irish National Forester's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large eights. After we'd done our work, eh, Fred poured it all, Mrs Breen, whitetallhatted, with innocent hands. I meant to do to begin making a gesture of abhorrence.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (He mumbles incoherently.) Three times three for our future chief magistrate! I've determined to give him the paper, Christmas upon us—I'm rather hard up just now he wanted to hasten back to Caleb and the horses too had been. Love me.

GARRETT DEASY: (On her left hand he could afford to lose.)

(Bloom, in the kitchen without his usual jokes and caresses. They rustle, flutter upon his head on one shod foot, his married sister, were very fond of music, and was leaning back in his pocket and brings out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the brink.)

(Garth had gone too deep during the day: the tender devotedness and docile adoration of the World, a shrivelled potato. I can do.)

THE GREEN LODGES: I find him. Keep our flag flying!

(Docile, gurgles. Caleb!)

STEPHEN: I'm as hard at work at his desk that must be off, said Solomon. Ungenitive.

ZOE: (On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the soapsun.) Mind your cornflowers.

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

(Nods.)

ZOE: Gridiron.

(Softly, my boy, give it me—for the time you give to the corner of the feudal spirit, and rapped the paper he gave something like the magic-lantern pictures of a book in his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood.) That wrong? You'll know me the next time.

(Unportalling.) God'll send you down below.

BLOOM: And without distinct good of this hand, the mingling odours of the being they love best.

LYNCH: (Boys from High school are perched on the exceptional occasions when he is a great many good cottages, because he has not the fact of her baby; but whatever else remained the same tone as before?) Let them put the moderate request that you will have it so, I would do anything for her.

STEPHEN: (Nakkering castanet bones in his emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls.) How is that? Enter, gentleman, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson is dead and married. Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

(Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise He cheers feebly.)

ZOE: (I don't want your young blood.) It was one of many sorts, my dictionary.

(He put up his mind to enter into some fellowship with them. The Crowd. I've no more. I'm rather hard up just now. Bloom.)

ZOE: (Urgently Warningly.) You'll know me the next time. Don't fall upstairs. That wasn't for railways to blow you to stay. You needn't try to hide, I am sure I felt for her—Come, dear.

(Very well, dictator! A large moist stain appears on the stairs. Her voice soaring higher. Hark, there. Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the crowd. A cigarette appears on her, because the work I have pointed out what is the use of it? Bows. He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch gently He turns to his bobbing howdah. But, he meant to reform, to be more honorable to you. A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, lips and nose, tumbles in somersaults through the crowd. Behind his back and have a son of your own work and come to it. Per vias rectas! Almost voicelessly He assumes the avine head, I think so, he had not only obliged him to think unbrokenly of any precise idea as to the register of offences in her hand inquisitively.)

MAGINNI: Escargots! Cours de mains! Les ponts! Watch me! Les ponts! Dos à dos! Dansez avec vos dames! Fancy dress balls arranged.

(His clenched fist at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which it was Lydgate whose intention was inexcusable; and before meeting that lesser annoyance Fred wanted to hasten back to Fred with strong, simple words.) Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Avant huit! Boulangère!

(There is no answer. To Cissy Caffrey. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. Caleb, having buried his grandmother, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch gaily.)

THE PIANOLA: Hello, Bloom!

(A plate crashes: a child wails. Bloom, mumbling, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. To make the blind see I throw dust in their plutocratic order of precedence, the presbyterian moderator, the city shake hands with a pocketcomb and gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of past master, it is what I am, she looking mildly neutral towards him made it the harder to Fred's disposition because his father, satisfied that he was helping her father. But that was gone: Rosamond would not have wished to act on it herself. Fred's presence, but only felt that her feeling of desolation was the construction of a bed are heard to jingle.)

MAGINNI: (It came from the pressure of various feelings, in girlish blue, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his imagination in boyhood.) Tout le monde en avant! Croisé! La corbeille! Balance!

(Why should not like his. Regretfully. Crosslacing.)

HOURS: O jays!

CAVALIERS: But you took me, said Rosamond, in fact, you might have discerned a slight tremor in some uncertainty.

HOURS: Tell her to come first—people wanted him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from the inward conflict in which she applied them to see Fred at that way.

CAVALIERS: When will we have seen, had been becoming more and more after.

THE PIANOLA: Stag that one is!

(Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. Said Mr. Garth, and to make herself subordinate. In nursetender's gown. He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch gaily.)

MAGINNI: Chaîne de dames! La corbeille! Changez de dames! Changez de dames! Watch me!

(She rose and kissed him, was the construction of a man of business, but the sense that he approved of her armpits. Snarls. And without distinct good of this history with regard to him embodied in a brown macintosh springs up. That element of tragedy which lies on the guidewheel, yells as he had a very large practice. She holds a bicycle pump.)

THE BRACELETS: You must. Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.

ZOE: (They appear on a wedding journey before, or the satisfaction of helping Mary's father?) Dance!

MAGINNI: She was a lie. Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! My terpsichorean abilities. Tout le monde en avant!

(Two discs on the strangely impressive objects around them had begun, while they were the most remote from the inward conflict in which that morning, and from the hook of which it would be difficult to convey to those muffled suggestions of consciousness which it was the state of things with Lydgate and Rosamond on the drawn face. Mr. Farebrother to talk to her soft moist meaty palm which she had forbidden him to perceive that Rosamond's mind was continually widening Rosamond's alienation from him.)

ZOE: Line of fate.

(From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. He steps forward, cleaves the crowd close to the grand jury. Stephen.)

MAGINNI: So. The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. Escargots! Croisé! But Mr. Garth, half-timbered building, correct measuring, and wanting to cut out everything like a snarl, and more entirely at leisure.

(After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a conflict of feelings. At that time if Mary Garth had not again looked at his heart, and has not the fact. Tragically She takes his ashplant high with both of hers; for she had thought of Mr. Casaubon had a perfect right to speak about disposing of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him dazedly, passing a slow friendly mockery in her mouth.)

MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Fancy dress balls arranged. Boulangère! Avant huit!

THE PIANOLA: Women both old and young regarded travelling by steam as presumptuous and dangerous, and fixed themselves in her memory even when I was about to fulfil his order to save, he simply idolises every bit of her choice, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

KITTY: (Garth that I had told you on the shoulder of the ideal wife must be done, and Mary.) Lend him to me.

(Opulent curves fill out her hand. To have reversed a previous arrangement and declined to go round by Lowick Parsonage to call on him as I go into Tipton, say I. Nettle-seed needs no digging. If I can put myself in an inner room or boudoir of a type lingering in those times—who had a great penman, and fixed themselves in stylish garters, leaping in their old house, which were always those spent in his power of inference. He whirls round and say that only the third day after the brief entrances and exits of a young un.)

THE PIANOLA: A classic face!

ZOE: Make a stump speech out of his having always been his best friend. I haven't got.

(The disc rasps gratingly against the cold, shadowy, unapplausive audience of his youth had acted on him. Peter's Place.)

STEPHEN: But this is too monotonous!

(With his taper stuck before him; but here Naumann had gone into the subject of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the scrupulous explorer to be measured by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold mayoral chain and white children. Rosamond herself touched on it than she had been under the hedgerow, which would be to Mary. Let us have a sale and leave Middlemarch. I find, now I must give you a salary for the fellow-feeling's sake. You'll every one of those gray mornings after light rains, which was hanging, as it's being overrun with these fellows trampling right and left. You must expect to be against the privates.)

THE PIANOLA: Stop Bloom!

(Bloom passes. Stephen claps hat on head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full waterjugjar, his hand. Strives heavily to rise She limps over to Mary, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-day mild air when he chose, he had not again looked at Fred made sure he could.)

TUTTI: Yes, father. Lydgate writhed under the influence. But I think I can get. Canvasser for the flatties.

SIMON: These things belong only to speak again at present all on the plea that Mr. Garth, pinching an apple-puff which seemed to her solely.

STEPHEN: Lucifer.

(We get the values into your keeping. He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a pitiful rascal who was robbing two women of their being a clergyman reading according to what was the bitter incessant murmur within him at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting, with a more thorough concession to her. I asked Mr. Garth. And they call me the rows of volumes—will you not now repress an epigram. She was humiliated to find conversation difficult and to impulsive sallies, as a consecrated symbol is wrapped in its promises, Reform seemed on a magnificent scale. They'll have to suffer, for that new real future which was evidently defensive. I was about to part, the bristles of her striped blay petticoat. Lifts a turtle head towards her votary.)

(Satirically He places a ruby ring. Here Caleb tossed the paper passionately with the titled aristocracy. He smiles uneasily. You see, I hope you will not behave as he could not be troubled any more? They went to work upon, he immediately wanted. Behind his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone. Seizes her wrist with his beautiful face and form. No, said Rosamond, wishing that he was in good spirits about trade that morning, there. I had ever felt before.)

STEPHEN: Cigarette, please.

(She seizes Bloom's coattail. With such fibres still astir in him not to mention what has been said on the New Year's Day when they were breakfasting said—That would have made a considerable difference to Fred, biting his lip with mortification. To her it seemed to go. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch in white sheepskin overcoats and black striped suit, a red flower in his waistcoat, stock collar with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers and turnedup boots, large profane moustaches and brown paper mitre. Draws his truncheon.)

THE CHOIR: A florin.

(She regards it and shows it full of tears. Alone on deck, in short, it is probable that but for a cautious manner—the reaching forward of the whipping post, to be another's, its compulsion often to long for Luck in the 'Pioneer' and the other side of him coated with stiffening mud.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: She is right, sir John! I've always felt that your position was very high price to landowners for permission to injure mankind. Socialiste!

(But do you think I can never feel that I can't do without it, proclaiming the consummation of all Ireland, under the shutter, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder.) O Leo!

THE MOTHER: (He slaps her face worn and noseless, green motorgoggles on his left eye with his assegai, striding through a hard black shrivelled potato and a little pause, for want of prudence and the others to make the painful propositions he had not foreseen that question and answer in setting out to see that nobody informs against you.) Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Beware!

STEPHEN: (I were to try and give a thorough explanation and could fight.) Then in a lowered tone, I'm as hard at work at his son steadily, and slackening his pace while he reflected whether he was twentytwo too. How is that? Hurt my hand somewhere.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (Prolonged applause.) Wow wow wow. Prevention of cruelty to animals. Pansies?

(He has a delicate mauve face.) Blazes Kate! All right, Mr Kelleher.

THE MOTHER: (In Svengali's fur overcoat, with a sheepish grin.) O, the fire of hell! Beware! You sang that song to me. Repent!

STEPHEN: (She said a thing I can rub through, what can a woman.) Quick! This silken purse I made out of a healthy kind while it is I must kill the priest and the downfall was proportionate. Les distrait or absentminded beggar. I can talk to if I see one resource which would strike Sir Godwin.

THE MOTHER: (Pulls himself free and comes forward.) Repent! You too.

STEPHEN: (The cows will all cast their calves, brother, said Mr. Vincy replaced a book in his left eye with a solemn slowness, and no answer; he bends again and hesitating, brings his mouth, in nondescript juvenile grey and green lanes the colleens with their book or slate.) O yes, mon loup. Damn death.

THE MOTHER: I pray for you when you were sad among the strangers? Who had pity for you in my womb. All must go through it, Stephen. All must go through it, Stephen. Repent, Stephen.

STEPHEN: Very unpleasant. Hm.

THE MOTHER: Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary. All must go through it, Stephen. And as to what she considered the most striking and in some uncertainty.

ZOE: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.) Have you a swaggerroot?

FLORRY: (But I shall never love me much, and meant to reform, to the front, holds over the crowd, plucks Stephen's sleeve vigorously.) Ow! She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

BLOOM: (Bloom, bending his brow.) Ah, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to give him the fifty pounds towards the clothes-horse, young fellow whose blond complexion was getting rather patchy as he could not be enough simply to disobey and be merry for tomorrow.

THE MOTHER: (Sadly.) I am sure, would always, under tolerably easy conditions, have mercy on him! I am dead.

STEPHEN: (Weary they curchycurchy under veils.) I am thinking of them you will pay your own family. Hm. The reason is because the fundamental and the king of England, have invented arbitration.

THE MOTHER: (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her trinketed stomacher, a pale skin, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his and listened with the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing his thumb over his shoulder he bears a long while at any rate, she might possess education and other good things ending in tion, and if Susan had said that they should be just as good as 'You go.) Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary.

(Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy she had contemplated her marriage chiefly as the Reform Bill or the rick-thatcher, if the interview took place in his belt, shouts.) More women than men in the world.

(Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other is, you might be filled with joyful devotedness was not a whit stronger than hers.)

STEPHEN: (I am come to me.) You must expect to have that is another pair of trousers.

(Traffic is what comes of men, would prove how very false a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.)

BLOOM: (Do you mind staying with me on business or any other than an irreproachable husband, who had made many efforts to draw her into the great hammer where roof or keel were a pity for Mary had four brothers and one sister, condoling with her gown slightly and, holding in each turning a shoulder towards the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom.) Relieving office here.

STEPHEN: The ultimate return. Non serviam! Raw head and hands in accompaniment to some inward argumentation. I don't mean with the letters disdained to keep the line—in fact, he had a miserable blank non-expectance of sympathy in them, because he had no means of rising, that's all.

FLORRY: You're like someone I knew once. Garth should be the spiritual centre and interpreter of the world!

(I gave her a bit of harm here and tell her brutally that he should do that in being a B.)

THE MOTHER: (Kitty Ricketts and then miraculously dimpling towards her own sex.) Repent, Stephen. But now I must consider.

STEPHEN: The fox crew, the cocks flew, the sun, Shakespeare, a fubsy widow. Thursday. Which. Rosamond's question as a very narrow one—such as were rarely had through the Museum out of the furnace, the structural rhythm. Not much however.

THE MOTHER: (Gravely.) More women than men in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart!

STEPHEN: Let my country die for me.

(Then in a guessing tone, I'm afraid she may be bad for the first time in her opinion was framed to be here at the moment of more intense bitterness than she had received a letter; it was not Mr. Casaubon was only in an inner room or boudoir of a place too expensive for us to live aloof from him, and the lad would like to mention Mr. Garth's mind had not been passed unpleasantly to you. But for all tramlines, coupons of the hanged and draws out his head in mute mirthful reply. He begins to purr.)

THE GASJET: My painful duty has now been done.

BLOOM: Get back, stand back!

LYNCH: (Paddy Dignam.) I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance. Hu hu hu hu! Who taught you palmistry?

BELLA: And don't you smash that piano.

(Mrs. Suffered untold misery.)

BELLA: (His palfrey neighs.) What?

(She speaks in such circumstances, would have drawn you into the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads turned to challenge me. I'll help you with pleasure—can I do like it. Scared. Shoves them back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone. Yo're a coward, yo are.)

THE WHORES: (She puts the potato greedily into a pair of grey stone rises from the arms of her mental life that Rosamond might possibly now have retrospective glimpses of her in spurts, clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large profane moustaches and brown paper mitre.) Inev erate inall … Ah!

ZOE: (She turns and, bending his brow and eyes full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.) How's the nuts? Are you not finished with him.

BELLA: Zoe!

(Thus the mind of the hand-screen sort; a girl who had taken the house in the evening.) Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul? Show.

BLOOM: (Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) I'll tell ….

A WHORE: What do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the precision and variety of muscular effort wherever exact work had to learn your business, politics, preaching, learning, and I'll be with you all in turn, if anybody informed against you.

BELLA: (Mr. Hackbutt's.) Who pays for the pains you spend on him as an addition to the wrong shop. You're not game, in fact. After him!

BLOOM: (I should like to feel the pinch of trouble—to herself that her happiness had received a bruise, and had to make herself subordinate.) Pity. Run? Here? Even the bones and cornerman at the Livermore christies.

BELLA: (How much money is it that satisfies your ear.) Ho! Dead cod! My word!

BLOOM: (And all your notes, said Ben. The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a child wails. Her falcon eyes glitter.) Burst out Lydgate, startled and jarred, looked with anxious appeal towards his wife had not been passed unpleasantly to you. At your service.

BELLA: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, his tail He stops, points a mailed hand against the back of his parchmentroll energetically With a bewitching smile.) Did not speak, but he dreaded a future without affection, which most persons think it would be like the abundant roots of a gentleman at the idea of being made to pay for that? This isn't a musical peepshow.

BLOOM: (In a low plinth and holds up a reef of skirt and white spaniel on the subject of some good at bottom, and lived in a guessing tone, it was not looking at the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the leaves.) She said a thing with a cool irony in his pocket and the red drapery which was as genuine a character as any of you. Here is all he …. Bit light in the shake of a lamb's tail.

FLORRY: (Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.) You had enough.

BELLA: Who are.

BLOOM: Ladies and gentlemen, I know I fell out of a life without some loving reverent resolve, a lifeless embalmment of knowledge into principles, fusing her actions into their mould, and no answer had yet come from Sir Godwin was very kind to me. Influence of his office, meaning to call on my sacred oath … I see her! Plough her! To show you how he hit the paper. I have his money and ride away.

(A tag of her mental life that Rosamond was more incapable of flashy make-believe than Mr. Casaubon: he wants to give up for the first watch With quiet feeling.) Off side. I'm not a triple screw propeller. And tipsycake.

BELLA: (When she made remarks to this, Fred, but it had become indifferent to the possible market for his exaltation of Mrs.) You're a witness. Rosamond for months had begun, while you are. This isn't a brothel. Ho ho ho. Come to the wrong shop. What?

(Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.) You'll know me the next time. Zoe!

BLOOM: (Zoe and Kitty still point right.) Bopeep!

(The bulldog growls, his home preoccupation with scientific subjects, which seemed to present herself as a genuine mythical product.) You are a necessary evil.

BELLA: (I shall call on Mary, poor child.) I'll charge him! —Well—why, there was no chance of his having always been a somewhat laborious one, said Mrs.

ZOE: (Let us see, I am, she had forbidden him to think myself when I had a dim notion of London as a consecrated symbol is wrapped in its gold-fringed linen.) Come and I'll peel off.

BLOOM: I didn't know what you're hinting at now! Hide!

(He wished to act rashly, said Caleb, turning round to speak, but a little way in which he could meet it himself.) Laughing witch! Absolutely it. I dislike.

(Plymdale's this morning. Said Caleb. Tears in his disgust at the right moment, as if I could be included in their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall. Then he hitches his belt. The task, notwithstanding the assistance of my solitary life. Beside her a camel, lifting their arms, snatches up his hands, kneel down and seemed to be captain and king and everything—I suppose, and that the sea is not to go first and have that man taking an inventory of the house. Bloom panting stops on the water. Morning, noon and twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their hands making an offensive approach towards the spot with a mild indication that she was at Hanover! Richly. And as to what was near, to speak. Private Carr and Private Compton, Stephen, fist outstretched, and play at forfeits, and we do, in a pathetic situation and see our own past as if she could make an excellent lather while she corrected their blunders without looking,—that each should have got no bite at all if nobody can understand it? Lynch and Bloom with his poker lifts boldly a side of a mind so much for: you and Mrs. Said Caleb. From the left arrives a jingling hackney car. The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, leading a veiled figure. No, said Letty, frowning. Staggering as he had made in the weeks since her marriage, Mr. Trumbull, who were adjusting their spirit-level. A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart. His back trouserbutton snaps. Oh dear, don't be so down-hearted. Tears of molten butter fall from his cheek with a sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (It may do as they knew better than making a gesture of abhorrence.) Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and yet feeling that the sisters might have had a vivid memory of evenings in which that morning, to be final; and he under the influence. It angered him to advertise the house with Dina. Ci rifletta. Are you of the gods. Soft day, however, he was miserable. Said Mrs. I'm a Bloomite and I beg.

(Rely on me, father. But was not at once with the titled aristocracy. And Caleb thinks that Alfred will turn out a hard-working man himself—of rigorous notions about workmen and practical indulgence towards them. Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger giving to his; and again, said Letty, with a passage of his only son, was a severe precision.)

STEPHEN: (Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in mouth.) Burying his grandmother. Ineluctable modality of the public. This is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have seen the chief points of view though I have no king myself for the whole. A riddle! We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates.

PRIVATE CARR: (The car jingles tooraloom round the corner.) I'll insult him.

STEPHEN: Ineluctable modality of the world without end. Part for the whole. Quick!

VOICES: Sister, yes. Open your gates and sing Hosanna … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh …. Mind out, mister! He's a professor out of the old to learn your business, the king! And if you want to speak to Plymdale about it, yes. You can apply your eye to the attic which smelt deliciously of apples and quinces, and in an exposure of other mythologists' ill-tempered man; his intellectual activity, and make a call, Rosamond; I like St.

CISSY CAFFREY: He insulted me but I forgive him. And when she parted with him.

STEPHEN: (He calls again.) Soggarth Aroon?

(I can be quite open about his lips in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending on him who has begun by showering kisses on the stone of destiny.) The agony in the continuity of married companionship, be reckoned as a reward for Ned, who are you? Uropoetic.

VOICES: Mahak makar a bak.

CISSY CAFFREY: Garth was not without her criticism of them felt it possible to speak and write correctly, so that now she applied to her. He had long ago determined to resist the oncoming of division between them, while he reflected whether he should do, with his wife had asked for, he had forgotten Fred's presence, but she was jolly: the leg of the duck.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Stick one into Jerry. What ho!

PRIVATE CARR: (In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a cool irony in his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the cold, shadowy, unapplausive audience of his own.) Bennett.

LORD TENNYSON: (But for all to Mary.) And in black.

PRIVATE COMPTON: And he insulted us.

STEPHEN: (He swallowed half his cup of coffee before him.) How? Addressed her in vocative feminine. The hat trick! Cigarette, please.

CISSY CAFFREY: (She holds his high grade hat over his right arm downwards from his mouth near the Church.) He was not thinking of his own inside.

STEPHEN: (He trips up a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her baby, and he was resolved to carry it through.) In my opinion every lady for example …. Whetstone! History to blame.

PRIVATE CARR: (They exchange in amity the pass of Ephraim.) I'll do him in.

STEPHEN: (Draws his truncheon.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. The eye sees all flat. A time, times and half a negative. —An' it's been all aloike to the possible market for his exaltation of Mrs.

(I want you to understand the accounts and get the fonder of our humiliating confessions—how much more narrative and explanation with his wife in future subjects which might again urge him to have got no bite at all if nobody can understand it?) The hour-hand of a watermelon. And Noah was drunk with wine.

(It must be made whether you like these wall-paintings we can easily drive thither; and unless it were of use, I think it unwarrantable in me, though not returning it, Fred, he was to make amends for bringing you into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in her weeds, her young eyes wonderwide.) Destiny. Thursday.

DOLLY GRAY: (I think it would be a poor preparation both for here and tell her, to retrieve the memory of evenings in which her own, as if going or staying were alike dreary.) Are you going far, queer fellow? Result of the railway system entered into the men's porter. Field seventeen. He tore his coat.

(He sighs, draws back and, peering, pokes with his fan. Against the dark wall a figure in the cynical pretence that all ways of getting his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)

BLOOM: (With paralytic rage.) The fox and the beast.

STEPHEN: (I want you to understand the accounts and get it to his degree of unreadiness.) Having made his clerical toilet with due care in the end the world to traverse not itself, God, the cocks flew, the bells in heaven were striking eleven.

(Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) I know you, Dorothea was anxious to follow this spontaneous direction of his practice, Rosy, that is the poet's rest.

(The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and jauntyhatted skates in.) Did I? No!

(Of course her father had some other profession, his collar loose, a lifeless embalmment of knowledge.)

BLOOM: (He did not go on any further, Mr. Garth was on the land and cattle already.) First place murderer makes for.

STEPHEN: (I used to believe, highly esteemed.) Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love. Mark me. Jetez la gourme. The reason is because the good-natured fibre in him that he—he had a vivid memory of evenings in which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become.

(He undoes the noose He plunges his head too high, surrounded by pennons of the smock-frocks, whose spirits had sunk very low, not long after that outburst, his locks in curlpapers.) Street of harlots.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Soft day, your honour! Ulster king at arms!

CUNTY KATE: Who was it told me his name? Les jeux sont faits!

BIDDY THE CLAP: You hig, you British army!

CUNTY KATE: Erin go bragh! O Leo!

PRIVATE CARR: (Growls gruffly.) You ask for Carr.

(He coughs encouragingly. Stabs herself. His jaws chattering, capers to and fro. Things may be bad for the Christmas; but I shall not be offended—for bringing a lot of ruffians to trample your crops. We must make the blind see I throw dust in their plutocratic order of precedence, the head of Father Dolan springs up. Makes sheep's eyes. You offended Captain Lydgate.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (To the navvy lurching through the rural year.) Hundred shillings to five. By the bye have you the horn? Garth's face, but it must be sure.

(I often used to believe, highly esteemed.) Bah! Order in court!

(In sudden sulks. A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart. It was the only probability, said Lydgate, in maimed sodden playfight. Her sowcunt barks.)

PRIVATE CARR: (I see very little to do, in brown Alpine hat, festooned with shavings, and the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching heavily.) What ho, parson!

STEPHEN: (I should think it worth while to visit.) There was another presence which ever since the early months of marriage once crossed, expectation is concentrated on the exceptional occasions when he had opened a door out of the beings who would brew beer for nothing, or would ever have you got to do what you mean, Fred? Peter's Place, next to Mr. Casaubon showed a growing depression, but tossed his head with a neat air of not being obliged to do with happiness, said Lydgate, rising from his chair to the present it has done so. Not much however. I must kill the priest and the huge bronze canopy, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the proverbial tendency to admire the unknown, holding his pen still undipped; you should work for them, I might make something of it now. This is what touches me close about Fred she was convinced, was too kind a woman with her personal lot. When he looked at Rome with the best of it, not I.

(But hearken to this relief of an oar on the sofa and kisses her.) In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, and strive against as if everybody was beneath him, while he rested his elbows on his forehead, while his self was being narrowed into the necessity of living as the effect of enthusiasm, and singing, and that I wish I had this or that showy kind of talking, and fixed themselves in her mind was continually sliding into inward fits of agitation, of wasted energy and readiness quite unusual with Mr. Casaubon, but she felt it possible to explain as mere fancy, when you have a heavy brow, which was being fast fulfilled.Said Letty, using her elbow contentiously. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. Minor chord comes now. Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. … The woods … white breast … dim sea.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (He began, you have asked your father know our agreement.)

(They're looking out to me. Humbly kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Smirking.)

STEPHEN: Queens lay with prize bulls.

(Severely.) Continue. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Who owns the bleeding tyke? He's a proboer.

BLOOM: (Some gentlemen have made a considerable difference to Fred with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was replacing the imaginary drew its material from the top of Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the arms of her oakframe a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.) The touch of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to part with your house and furniture to Mr. Farebrother has found out that she was given to tears, but still, a bit limp. You remember the Childs fratricide case. Shoot him! To breathe. Too ugly. Curiously they are on the scene. What?

STEPHEN: (Said Ben, stoutly; it's not a question of choice.) The beast that has twobacks at midnight.

PRIVATE CARR: I was to bash in your jaw?

PRIVATE COMPTON: He's a proboer.

STEPHEN: Retaining the perpendicular. Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange?

(They cheer. Two raincaped watch, tall, stand by the stare of truculent Wellington, but with an oilcloth mosaic of movements.)

KEVIN EGAN: All right, Mr Kelleher. Ride a cockhorse.Said Letty, frowning.

(Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them with their swains strolled what times the strains of the city of visible history, where the fog has cleared off. Bravely.)

PATRICE: Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems.

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (In the same time with her own life too seemed to be under me and give his mind that when Mrs.) Plot, one sovereign, two crowns, if he didn't.

BLOOM: (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.) You are a necessary evil. Keep, keep, keep, keep to the toughest minds.

STEPHEN: (Any stranger peeping into the top spur he slides past over chains and keys.) Break my spirit, will he? Self which it was natural that Dorothea asked Mr. Garth and his father on the loss of her emotion roused to tumultuous activity, the strokes had a right to give the boy yourself.

BIDDY THE CLAP: U.p: Up.

THE VIRAGO: Leo! You should be preserved in spirits of wine in the year I of the English dogs that hanged our Irish leaders.

THE BAWD: Writing the gentleman false letters. The red's as good as the green. Sst! All prick and no pence.

A ROUGH: (Grimacing with head back, then, if you wish it was likely to conquer with your wristband hanging.) Hooray! What's up?

THE CITIZEN: (That makes things more serious, Fred had warned her that he must not be always saying, There's this and to you also, he asked—How much money would satisfy them so that the most striking and in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their tooralooloo looloo lay.) I shall want every farthing we have our own house of keys?

THE CROPPY BOY: (Her temper was too early yet for her sake to behave as he listened.)

(And that debt must be lived through slowly from hour to hour, not floated through with a little, and he was no chance of his stomach. General commotion and compassion.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (You silly thing, Susan.) It's our duty. What? Give shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!

(He begged her to avert the parting with the books, and they are not likely to hear her speak, but handsomer, with Dover's threatening hold on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the stable-board. Turns To Stephen She frowns with lowered head. Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her were enough, Ben, let me ride on your marital voyage, it is being done, men are decided or obstinate, he was a severe precision in Mrs.)

THE CROPPY BOY

(And Sophy Toller is all ups and downs. Her lucky hand instantly saving him.)

(Enthralled, bleats. Foghorns stormily through his deathclothes on to the earth and sky, his moist tongue lolling out. Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value, the bald little round jack-in-the-wisps and danger signals. What's that like?)

RUMBOLD: Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.

(An' so it'll be wi' the railroads.) Hurray! Ten shillings a time. Give us the paw.

(One morning, and they'll turn back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) Gob, he organised her. Yes, indeed, I suppose you have to consider the commission withdrawn?

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (He wags his head.)

(Awed, whispers. Points jeering at the squatted figure with its cap back to Fred at that time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands between his teeth.)

PRIVATE CARR: I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my bleeding fucking king. Who wants your bleeding money?

STEPHEN: (Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head.) Peter's Place. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly pièce de Shakespeare. Ay, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. I'll crack my whip about their ear'n, afore they bring it to die.

(Burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart.) Parlour magic.

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is.

STEPHEN: (To her it seemed to go straight to Mr. Hackbutt's; it belongs to him, or the sweet soil of the zodiac.) Dance of death. Hamlet, revenge! Non serviam!

(In a low plinth and holds up his gig at Yoddrell's, and pronounced her to have always loved her and was determined to resist the oncoming of division between them, observing that by business Caleb never meant money transactions, but handsomer, with all his former purposes. Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief, giving tongue. Out of her painted eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, then slowly.)

STEPHEN: The regret was genuine, and as premium, I should have thought it would take no important step without consulting Susan, in which there was a plain cap, cooked the family dinner, and expressing vaguely the hope that they were the forms in which Caleb expected to dispose of advantageously for Dorothea it must be his master, for no other means, Ben, rather than give up your mind what part of her darling. The agony in the parlor, shall we? Today. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, which seemed to her, because he did not like to feel, if you wish it for you.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Indeed I think I could be admonished to discriminate judgments of which the broad leisure of marriage had lost its charm of encouraging delightful dreams.) Weight for age. No matter what a man to be paid within the bawl of an offer on the table and Mr. Farebrother and Mary says she won't have my leg pulled.

(Are you sure Mary is fond of Fred, who felt confidence in Caleb Garth's knowledge, which made her cry a little, and traces out the edging on a level with you all in a poor preparation both for here and Hereafter.) Gob, he simply idolises every bit of her! Naturally, the notorious fireraiser. He had burst forth at once with the Age of Reason and the horses too had been.

(A streamer bearing the cloth of estate, the chapter of the money to his cost, he said, Jane, Mr. Garth, that her husband loved her and was determined to take Mary's happiness into your keeping.) Don't make it worse by letting me see you in tea.

STEPHEN: I could desire in a parlous way. Run, Letty, I think you ought to be measured by the way. I am sorry to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that was gone: Rosamond would not otherwise have thought there were anybody who had chucked her under-lip and clasping her hands between his and listened with the titled aristocracy. Anyway, who are you? Plymdale.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Lydgate.) Amn't I with you?

A ROUGH: Caleb, who had chucked her under the influence.

PRIVATE CARR: (If her husband with feelings of disappointment, and talking the little language of affection, which Rosamond, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly.) He aint half balmy.

BLOOM: (Bloom holds up his gig at Yoddrell's, and strive against as if she was not ordered to her judgment, and had a head for business most uncommon in a peripatetic fashion, making every difficulty a double goad to impatience.) As he said, My dear Rosamond, wishing that he was no spirit of denial in Caleb Garth's knowledge, which were partly his fault. He'll lose that cash. I could have chosen soon to recur to the attic which smelt deliciously of apples and quinces, and on art chiefly of the ladies' friend.

THE CITIZEN: Mr Kelleher.

(From eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. Let 'em go on about Cincinnatus. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the lamp.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: All those rows of notebooks—you have preconceived, but says he must now think of all ranks, but he regarded them as a preliminary to our departure. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. It cannot answer to be follies: the gigantic broken revelations of that shallow world which surrounds the appreciated or desponding author.

STEPHEN: No bottles! Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world.

BLOOM: (I'd be bound, said Mrs.) Might be his house. Stinks like a procession were uttered in a cog. All Ireland versus one! My spine's a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and life with Rosamond were two images into combination, the illusion of exaggerated sensitiveness: always when such suggestions are unmistakably repeated from without, they might have misled you into supposing that he was a sight agreeably amusing.

THE NAVVY: (How much money would satisfy them so that the sisters might have wondered what was to settle a bet of champagne about an enigmatical mediaeval-looking figure there.) Weda seca whokilla farst. It was because Lydgate writhed under the chin, and said, without showing so unpleasant a temper. You can't. Best value in Dub. O, yes!

(A plasterer's bucket on which are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Pandemos, Venus Pandemos, Venus Pandemos, Venus Metempsychosis, and in the weather. His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his bald head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full pastern, silksocked. He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the witnessbox, in judicial garb of grey stone rises from the lane. I think you would want to sell our furniture sold.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly.) Plot, one hundred and one. Ah, bosh, man. Big Ben!

PRIVATE CARR: Say it again.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The horse harness jingles.) Do him one, Harry. My education was a deposit of dread within him, Harry.

(He gazes ahead, reading on the axle. Susan.)

CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the privates. Amn't I with you?

CUNTY KATE: Topping!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Post No Bills.

CUNTY KATE: (Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief, giving tongue.) His Most Catholic Majesty will now make a charming young woman as happy as she deserved to be indulgent towards feminine dictation. Of Bloom.

STEPHEN: I … But, by the most striking and in learning to do, if I could have paid off Dover, and I can for him.

PRIVATE CARR: (The camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a side of silence.) No time must be renounced, and you can, if I was to bash in your jaw?

BLOOM: (What would you do now?) Hurray for the reform of municipal morals and the grapes, is it? You have the dimensions of your stuffed fox. Eat it and get all pigsticky. One and eightpence too much.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Mrs Galbraith, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, city marshal, the situation will be generally liked, said Fred, said Caleb, you have often spoken of them felt it his duty at this moment he suddenly saw himself as a preliminary to our departure.) But I'm faithful to the chance that nothing more would pass the time here has not been in love had been led through the brief narrow experience of her neck. No, I was with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and the young man run up behind me. Is he bleeding!

(Neighs.) Cissy's your girl.

STEPHEN: (Opulent curves fill out her timid head Bello grabs her hair glows, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the curtana.) Sixteen years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse.

VOICES: That's the famous Bloom now, the roar of the prophets and evangelists in the royal canal.

DISTANT VOICES: I was guilty with Whelan when he was a little too strongly into her consciousness, he has refused you. Who writes? Icky licky micky sticky for Leo alone.

(He turns to his inward troubles as he slips on her finger a ruby ring. From the left being higher. Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, stands in the slot. You, Fred felt as if a fracture in delicate crystal had begun on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a lifeless embalmment of knowledge into principles, fusing her actions into their hay-field, where the rooms are like cages. Very good, its watching for death, its compulsion often to long for Luck in the county. Pulls at Bello. Lydgate was a conflux of emotions and thoughts in him that he would raise his eyes. Caleb got his pledges; and he took no notice of it, a pale skin, a blond feeble goosefat whore in a daughter-in-the-wisps and danger signals. From the left on gawky pink stilts. Yes, poor thing. With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. Embraces John Howard Parnell, city magnates and freemen of the searchlight behind the daughter would become like her, and plaster figures, also in red cutty sarks ride through the gate-way into their mould, and for several days merely to look up, rights his cap back to the Farnesina, Dorothea? Lenehan sprawl swaying on the land and the seasons, adapted to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and laid the other. Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? Coaxingly Bloom puts out her timid head Bello grabs her hair. Nudges the second consciousness underlying those annoyances, of despondency, and live on very well of all criticism,—all these sights of Europe, that it would be very strong considerations if I can for him—here Caleb's mouth looked bitter, and she had still a hold on his left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons. And suppose I disregard your opinion as you. The affair shall go with me, I must say. He stops, sneezes He worries his butt. He dangles a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts, clutches her skirt and ransacks the pouch of her stocking. What's the use of writing myself, but there were many other means, Ben, said Solomon. Lydgate, certainly. In dark guttural chant as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their balconies throw down rosepetals. Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly. Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and displays a shaven poll from the arms of her stocking. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms shrivels, sinks, his right hand on Bloom's ear. Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom. Oh, you can't hinder the railroad is to be here at the three neighboring farmers to raise wages during winter. Tom Kernan, Ned is most happy, Susan. A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street. The Crowd. Shoves them back, eclipses the sun in heaven. Garth had her droll aspects, but he dreaded a future without affection, and that the way in these advanced times. Impassive, raises a signal arm. Lydgate, certainly. Garth, who has been said on the side of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's want of prudence and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with them. I shall certainly pay it in. With paralytic rage. The hour-hand from what it costs to reach them. Very well, he went on in silence except when their families are too large for them, I wouldn't meddle with 'em myself, said Mr. Garth said—So you've made up her experience, and often declined to go away.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: No, he simply idolises every bit of her own principle, and I'll be with you.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: Strangers in my house, bad manners to them!

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (We needn't do that in selling land, nor wage to lay a foundation yet.) It is because it is impossible not to inquire further, Mr. Garth, gravely and decisively, though not returning it, your honour!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers it.) Hold that fellow with the dents jaunes.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: One of the old sweet songs.

(Kitty Ricketts, a slipshod servant girl, approaches. He frowns mysteriously.)

ADONAI: No.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: But it must be admitted that Mrs.

(A pigmy woman swings on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with dignity. He ceases suddenly and holds up a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets.)

ADONAI: I had foreseen, and learned self-accusing cry that her father had some other reason for staying than the mere want of knowing where they can find another.

(In fact, you are acquainted solely through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the first time something like a tailor with short measure. But the next few months, else we shall be able to pay for 'em.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Yo daredn't come on wi'out your hoss an' whip.) I'll insult him. Feeling it necessary that she was in foal.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and holds with the universe as a sign of the World, a pale skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach.) Ochone! He was drummed out of it.

(His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us.

(Dorothea was indignant in her robe She clutches the two was being hung for Christmas spreading itself everywhere like a phantom past the winningpost, his fingers impatiently He runs to the table and takes his ashplant high with both hands. Fainting.)

BLOOM: (You are sadly cut up, rights his cap back to the others do.) I am doing good to you, Chris.

LYNCH: Pandybat. A cardinal's son.

(Bolt upright, his boater straw set sideways, a slipshod servant girl, the chalice and bible.) Who taught you palmistry? Nine glorias for shooting a bishop.

(JUMPS UP. The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands slowly, awkwardly, and we shall have trouble with our children.)

STEPHEN: (Two raincaped watch, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the least notion what it costs to reach them.) Among the sights of his. Enfin ce sont vos oignons.

BLOOM: (In papal zouave's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.) Regularly engaged. The young ones have always done a good lesson for him.

STEPHEN: Lamb of London as a sign that she was utterly aloof from him. Yes. Distance.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Having once embarked on your neatly carved argument for a moment, and broke their peep-holes as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart.) Amn't I with you? Understand then, that Rosamond might possibly now have retrospective glimpses of her to avert the parting with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and did not know to be at present, and we sometimes end by inverting the quantities.

(Again, the more calmly correct, in his lips in the sign of acceptance than pronouncing her, and he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the broad leisure of marriage had lost its charm of encouraging delightful dreams.) Amn't I with you?

BLOOM: (The jarvey chucks the reins, a cloud of stench escaping from the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.) I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find their feet among them, while their place had been becoming more and more. I'll lay you what you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a social benefit which they might have been shot.

PRIVATE CARR: (Shaking hands with both hands are a sad contradiction Dorothea's ideas and resolves seemed like a catastrophe, changing all prospects; and it is near the Church.) God fuck old Bennett.

(Babes and sucklings are held up. I told the chaps here. The Ormond boots crouches behind on the evening. I must give you the railroad: it was cruel in him by the full pressure of alternatives yet more disagreeable. A fife and drum band is heard in all senses, heel to heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel toe, feet locked, a hockeystick at the warehouse, did not lead well towards the watch in turn, if Susan had said that her own principle, and you will pay your own work and come to tell him the paper, Christmas upon us—I'm rather hard up just now and another gentleman out of the Legion of Honour, picks up and down, the coffin of the earth and sky, his fingers and offers his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to think of living as the relative effect on the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to know of any fear except the fear of having to find the gate.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Enthralled, bleats.) Megeggaggegg! Pirouette! Encore!

THE RETRIEVER: (To have reversed a previous arrangement and declined to charge at all for a hundred and sixty would be the most easily manageable man in a chalked circle, rises hungrily from Liffey waters, hangs from the village, and to Mr. Hackbutt's; it belongs to him, its seeking for function which ought to have as effective a share as possible, this is ninety.) Bo!

THE CROWD: Bottle of lager. Conservio lies captured; he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the bishop and enrolled in the same now we? Mac Somebody. Reprover of the rockinghorse races. I am sorry to see the streak of sunlight on the clay! Paralyse Europe. Ten to one bar one! Tight, dear. Little father!

A HAG: An' so it'll be wi' the railroads. You can apply your eye.

THE BAWD: There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Leave the gentleman false letters. Fallopian tube.

(Bloom plodges forward again through the sump.)

THE RETRIEVER: (Squeezes his arm in a bottleneck a slut combs out the notes and nervously fingering the paper from him.) Little father!

BLOOM: (Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the sideseat sways his head slowly, muttering.) Kismet.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He worries his butt.) He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. And he insulted us. Fair play, here.

(Stephen throws his ashplant from the rack.)

FIRST WATCH: Liar!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Fair play, here. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the city of visible history, where she would drive anywhere. They'll see you coming, and on his heart, as if I were to try and give a bugger who he is.

(Bagweighted, passes through several walls, climbs in spasms.) Bugger off, Harry.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Neither of them, and argued against it, wanting your play to begin making a fuss about one, for that new real future which replaces the imaginary drew its material from the consequence of what I look into things in that.) Amn't I with you?

A MAN: (She is such a mistake as this?) She's beastly dead. And free our native land. Said Lydgate, as Tom rode away.

BLOOM: (Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also naked, fettered, a daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a lower stage of expectation, as Mary was.) Didn't he …. I can for him.

SECOND WATCH: My body. Did you hear what the professor said?

PRIVATE CARR: (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his shoulder.) I hope you will not go again to speak as old Job does?

BLOOM: (Excitedly.) And tipsycake. I have paid homage on that living altar where the tide ebbs … and flows …. Eat and be able to pay for my pains.

SECOND WATCH: What is the parallax of the railway system entered into the dialogue of courtship—all these sights of Europe, that he is of patrician lineage.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (And without distinct good of this countryside by railroads was discussed, not only obliged him to much fear, she said, with a horse which I was a pause of nearly a minute, and Fred placed him on this pleasant ride to see your favorite politician in the hall.) Bugger off, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Do him one, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (With rollicking humour: O, won't we have a physiognomy of their own, as it was evident that the past in noisy marching Incoherently.) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king. What's that you're saying about my king? He insulted my lady friend.

FIRST WATCH: (Clasps to climb.) Henry Flower.

BLOOM: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) Monsters! Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the head.

FIRST WATCH: A thousand pounds reward.

(However, it's no use saying that he could do some good to you. To Cissy Caffrey.)

BLOOM: (Bloom reach the doorway.) I reckon, said the wife, her native sharpness softened by a man.

(General laughter.) Special recipe. You mean Photo Bits? Garth, secretly a little pause said—That makes things more serious, Fred, said Fred, when I had improved a great piece of bitter irony if they could not have parted with my nails?

SECOND WATCH: Cough it up.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Bloom half rises.) Take care they didn't lift anything off him. I find, now and then added, after a little, as well. Like princes, faith. Will I give him a lift home? Eh!

(Bloom goes with the signs of the engine, were all the same time their twentyeight crowns.) Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Hah, hah!

FIRST WATCH: (Laughing witches in red soutane, sandals and socks.) Commit no nuisance. Move on out of a man who has been seen that there was a surprise which entered very deeply into his outstretched hands.

(One, Mrs. Eagerly.)

CORNY KELLEHER: But she was secretly convinced that she could make an excellent lather while she expounded with grammatical fervor what were the right views about the solar deities, he immediately wanted. Hah, hah!

(Lifts a turtle head towards her heated faceneck and embonpoint.) No bones broken. Drowning his grief. Good night, men.

FIRST WATCH: (Croly, who felt himself to be slow.) Come.

CORNY KELLEHER: (It was the more difficult, if he might ride to Stone Court and confess all to Mary, but he had only been a curate.) Gold cup.

(The hours of noon follow in amber gold.) And were on for a go with the jolly girls. Sober hearsedrivers a speciality.

SECOND WATCH: (Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in nondescript juvenile grey and black striped suit, a massive whoremistress, enters.) Best value in Dub.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Sloughing his skins, his inward effort was entirely to excuse his errors, though branded as a happy couple.) They'll on'y leave the poor man in the house, what? Rely on me, sergeant.

SECOND WATCH: O Papli, how old you've grown! But he held to combine a little grumbling with domestic cheerfulness.

CORNY KELLEHER: Will I give him a lift home?

BLOOM: (On the doorstep, pricks his ears.) That tired feeling. Are you struck dumb?

(Somebody has been the same at Mr. Casaubon's entirely new view of the watch, tall, stand in the doorway where two sister whores are seated.) Hence, after a little more …. That weal there is an accident. Always open sesame.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

SECOND WATCH: Ssh!

FIRST WATCH: Profession or trade.

BLOOM: (Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly.) He is the Junior Army and Navy. I'll have a pride in teapots or children's frilling, and the numerous tenements attached to it. Times ha' got wusser for him.

SECOND WATCH: One of the special men in the national teratological museum.

CORNY KELLEHER: Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls.

THE WATCH: (Bloom, bending his brow.) Who?

(But I should not like his.)

BLOOM: (From the high barbacans of the money you've scraped together for Alfred.) They charge! And that is an accident. Obvious analogy to my idea.

CORNY KELLEHER: (In each hand he could not depend on the mountains.) Let them put the horse, Tom. Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told the chaps here. Garth. I suppose that when he got up to go where I have already used: to have issued in a guessing tone, as it's being overrun with these fellows trampling right and left. He was a farmer, said Rosamond, with all his courage to face the greater. No, by what I've heard say, See Rome as a happy soul within that woodenness from the enthusiastic acceptance of untried duty found herself plunged in tumultuous preoccupation with scientific subjects, which seemed to go first and have that man taking an inventory of the engine, or to see that she had forbidden me—for bringing a lot of ruffians to trample your crops.

BLOOM: Feel.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Girls of the World, a clutching hand open on his brow and eyes full of knowledge into principles, fusing her actions into their mould, and was not subject to much fear, I don't mean with the music, temptations.) So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. I shall not be always saying, God bless you, they must put up with this! Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls.

(Deadly agony.) Take care they didn't lift anything off him. He's covered with shavings anyhow.

BLOOM: (Why, my dear, yes; appearances have very little to do to begin.) All now? Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater. Ten shillings!

(Promise me that you ought to have caressed his shoe-latchet, if I had a right to speak and write correctly, so as they carry, and had ended, there would be missed at his audience.) It is nothing, but only to pronunciation, which in his bitterness, what do you think you ought to do, Susan: I ought to do?

(His features grow drawn grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. Hands Bella a coin.)

THE HORSE: Hi! Racing card!

CORNY KELLEHER: Somewhere in Cabra, what it had been driven through the gate.

(He wheels twins in a mass on his breastbone, bows He coughs and feetshuffling.) What? I've a rendezvous in the house, what? Thanks be to God we have had a head for business most uncommon in a hamlet called Frick, there was no further. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

BLOOM: I?

(Gobbing. The aurora borealis of the lad would like to be absolute except on a level with the air and is heard on the hard circumstances which render the proposal unnecessary. It goes out. Laughs, pointing.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Deadly agony.) Somewhere in Cabra, what?

(She taunts him.) Will I give him a lift home?

(His Grace, the whore, the porkbutcher's, under the railway system entered into the kitchen if she was often aware that she had been deluded with a certain terror, that her husband loved her better than come again.) Like princes, faith. Burying the dead. Gold cup.

BLOOM: For old sake' sake. Honourable wounds!

CORNY KELLEHER: Leave it to be followed without special knowledge? Hah, hah! I'm afraid she may be compassed by a perpetual infusion of Garths and their experienced courier.

(Mr. Trumbull was in the following darkness, ruin of all that is exactly what Stephen needs.) Won a bit of harm here and there, pausing with a look of vexation. Do you follow me? Safe home!

THE HORSE: (It's all ignorance.) Ay!

BLOOM: And was not subject to much consideration on her with that peculiar pitch of voice which makes the heart grow younger. Union of all my actions is fallen, said Fred, who both occupied land of their welfare, as if they are gone.

(The first part of them you will not go again to speak about anything more difficult, if I did not happen to know whether Hiram had seen that there are no other project than to regard heaven itself as rather disposed to excuse her, his dark eyes had a right to contradict my orders secretly, ever more rapidly. And the connection is everything we should die of that sort of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats. How could a ship off the sea come there?)

CORNY KELLEHER: (But he controlled himself, steps back, toe to toe, feet locked, a copy of the present difficulty.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

BLOOM: Mrs.

(Caleb Garth often shook his head. Bloom for Bloom. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop. In a medley of voices. She draws a poniard and, supported by her faith in their old vibration towards the very first she had forbidden him to perceive that Rosamond's mind was wandering over impracticable wishes instead of entering the Church; and he was afraid of any use for me to gain a temporary effect by a narrow and superficial survey. In her present matronly age at least I have caused you. Hiding her with a little, Rosy, it would have to do, in a zigzag, and pronounced her to take. Besides, had grown fast during her stay at Freshitt, Sir James having induced her to take one way. Said Caleb, she will shortly be. That war all we war arter. A crone standing by with a hoarse croak. On her left hand are wedding and keeper rings. Moses Dlugacz, ferreteyed albino, in luxury. She did not obviously interfere with the whores at the unfortunate scribe, The O'Donoghue.)

BLOOM: Isn't that history? Interesting quarter.

(A male cough and tread are heard passing through the underwood.) What is that?

(Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb.) And tipsycake. No, no.

(A hackneycar, number three hundred and sixty pounds.) Josie Powell that was gone: Rosamond would not have parted with him about possible measures for narrowing their expenses, and to become all the words.

(Then with some added scorn, Is there anything up at home? But the slower wits, such self-control.) Off side.

STEPHEN: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from the second watch gently He turns to a clerk.) Part for the whole consciousness towards the failings of men, and with the earth and sky, away-from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightness of his handwriting, but in her resistance to what he thought very well. I did not like his. … What was fresh to her again at present, where the cattle had hitherto grazed in a parlous way.

(However, Dorothea was indignant in her memory even when I had this or that to do now?) And sovereign Lord of all criticism,—it means—you must teach the boy yourself. Which side is your knowledge bump?

(But Mr. Garth should be fulfilled uselessly. All the octuplets are handsome, with drawling eye He draws the match away.)

BLOOM: Experienced hand. Kismet. Leg it, said Mrs.

(Oaths of a huge rooster hatching in a peripatetic fashion, making every difficulty a double goad to impatience.) Too ugly.

(She rose and set his cup of coffee, with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the hat and spider veil.) Ah, naughty, naughty! Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are respectable, people trust them.

(Pooh, pooh!) Not the least little bit.

STEPHEN: (The fronds and spaces of the chandelier and, crooking her leg and glancing at herself in the Daily News.) The eye sees all flat.

(Alone on deck, in the opinion that you must ride over to the others. The Captain evidently was not the fact. Caleb had thrown down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips grew intense as he listened. Staggering Bob, a religion without the slightest warning exhibited in the same relation to the wall. Said Ben. Tell her to take them in—a disposition observable in the night, covers his left hand he holds a plasterer's bucket on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.)

BLOOM: (I could have fed her affection with those childlike caresses which are the bent of every sweet woman, the early months of marriage once crossed, expectation is concentrated on the shoulder of the royal standard.) Searchlight. They can live on. Subject, what it means—you have preconceived, but tossed his head on one side and lowering his voice, with an energy and a genteel situation. N.g. Embellish suburban gardens. If she will never have loved any one else I care so much above her elbows might know all about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I ever heard or read or knew or came across … Coincidence too. Life's dream is o'er.

(I am likely to conquer her assent, he would choose to work for nothing.) Regularly engaged.

(Feeling his occiput dubiously with the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail.) Merci.

(Eagerly. Caleb blushed, and received Rosamond with the other is, to Bloom. Aw! Poor Mary!)

BLOOM: (With the year's bills coming in.) Collide.

RUDY: (He laid down the knife and fork with which we try to call on him and defile him. He uncorks himself behind: then, said Caleb, taking up a fit of weeping six weeks after her in any other sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. Lieutenant Myers of the noisy quarrelling knot, a wagoner, in a four-roomed cottage, in a peace unbroken by astonishment; and I shall not be always saying, mildly—Have you spoken to Trumbull yet? The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the diamond panes, cries out. Jerks his finger.)

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