#literally THEE best game. the ONLY game. the MOST game. this is not debatable.

[astermacguffin]

Ok literally none of you cares but i just started thinking again about my favorite game in the Gameboy Advance so scroll past if you're not interested lol

Anyway, I still can't believe that Megaman Battle Network 3 is a game that exists. Like, it's SO FUCKING GOOD. And this isn't just nostalgia talking because I played it again and it's still one of the best gaming experiences I ever had.

The replayability value of this game is so high because there's so much to do even post-game. The post-story challenges and collectibles are so fun to do (ok maybe except the chip library completion task, but it's only one boring thing amidst plenty of other interesting tasks so I'll let it slide).

The world design is SO GOOD as well! Like, spatially speaking, the stages are small but they FEEL big, y'know? Also, I love how even the most minor decor can have important plot roles in the future. It's so full. There's so much to explore and uncover. The secret areas Fuck Very Hard and i love them.

And of course, the gameplay is incredibly sexy. The element + style changes from 1 and 2 are highly improved, and the CustNav mechanic also fucks. Each boss battle is fun, too! (Except maybe Drillman and Bubbleman, fuck those two. Sandman is my fave boss bc i love wiping the floor with him.)

Ok that's it. I just wanna get it out of my system.

[smokeybrand]

Bad Manager

Story time. All this talk of Karens has got me reminiscing about my time in retail. Way back in the wild of my youth, before my chick and i really started getting heavy into out relationship and she mellowed me out, I was a manager at the most ghetto Gamestop in the greater Sacramento area. I actually got the job like i got most things back then; After an argument over Dragon Ball Z. That’s actually how i met my chick, and argument over DBZ, but i digress. I had a thirty minute debate with the assistant manager at the time and he immediately gave me an interview with the store manager. This is, of course, before i found out how sh*tty Gamestop corporate is in real life. In about a year, I worked my way up from seasonal part-time, all the way to Store Manager and i have a Karen story for each phase of my brief career.

Seasonal Part-Time: When you’re a part timer at the ‘Stop, you are basically house b*tch. They make you do the most mundane bullsh*t. Clean the bathrooms, take out the garbage, vacuum the stores, etc. B*tch sh*t. The most mundane task you have, though, is f*cking alphabetizing the goddamn game racks. I HATED that sh*t. it was tedious and f*cking stupid. Once, it took me my entire four hour shift just to properly arrange the PS2 rack. Sh*t was whack, son!

So i finish this sh*t early one day, probably about an hour and a half before i’m off, and this Karen comes in with her kid. He wants a PS2 game. Fine. This little asshole f*cks up the entire system because he can’t find his game. I kept telling the little sh*t that everything was in alphabetical order but he ain’t care. He’s an idiot. After about ten minutes of watching this bundle of cooties and Capri Sun ruin my hard work, i ask him if he knows what “Alphabetize” means and his mom blows up! She accuses me of being cruel and how i had no right to chastise her child and that she would have my job.Obviously, this dumb b*tch escalated the scenario and i had to get my manager. She actually demanded a free game because i asked if her kid understood the order of his ABCs.

Full-Time: Once you graduate to full-time, you get to be looked upon like you are a responsible individual and not house b*tch anymore. There’s usually new part-timers for that. I became third key, a person who’s basically management but gets no management pay, after the ASM who hired me, left. Everyone moved up a rank after that. I started getting opening shifts and sh*t. This is before i was disillusioned with work life and still applied myself for faceless conglomerate who see you as expendable numbers. Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon. Since i’m Third Key, i get opening shifts now. Still don’t do payroll or take corporate calls, but i do everything else management does. As such, thee  are days when it’s just me in the store. I’m the proxy manager because the two others above me make too much hourly and it’s cheaper for me to act as management instead of paying actual management.

It’s, like, six minutes before the store closes. My pat-timer is winding down their ABCing busy work because corporate decreed it so. I’m closing out one o the registers and setting the alarm on the safe to open because that sh*t takes, like, 30 minutes and my ass wants to go home ASAP. We are breezing, man, and about to be out this b*tch in record time. NOPE! Six minutes, man. I remember very distinctly because i glanced at the little clock on the register. Six minutes. This wild Karen rushes my door with her four goddamn crotch spawns six goddamn minutes before lock up! They destroy my store. My part-timer and eye can only watch in dismay. all that work. all that prep. all of it, mute. The f*cked up thing? This b*tch ain’t even buy nothing. We were located next to a Togos.She had the audacity to walk up and small talk at me about how they were waiting for their sandwiches to finish and just needed to kill time.

I tell her that we were closing and she told me, and i quote, “Not with me and my kids in the store.” 9 rolls around and  tell her we have to lock the doors and she’s like, “Go ahead.” I explain to her that i’m not legally allowed to lock up the store with customers on the premises. She looks me dead in the eyes and says, “ Well i guess you’re gonna get some OT tonight then, right?” I’ll never forget that sh*t. That was the first time i felt Retail Rage. I wanted to murder this b*tch. Straight up keelhaul this hoe and set her little monsters on fire. I maintained my composure and after about forty extra minutes, they left. I ended up finishing the close by myself because i had to sen the part-timer home. that’s ABCs, Shelving, closing registers, re-timing the safe, etc. I didn’t get ot of that store until about 11 pm. And had a morning shift at 7. All because a Karen turned my store into a waiting room/playground six minutes before close.

Assistant Manager: My Store Manager got into some sh*t with corporate and they fired him on straight BS. Probably time card fraud, i dunno. I do know he had been with the company for eleven years so f*ck em. I got bumped up to Second Key. Got a little it of a raise. Made schedules now, officially, even though i’d been doing that sh*t since i was Third Key. It’s fine. I can do refunds now and give discounts. I’m “The Manager” and, boy, do you hear about it!

Gamestop is about money. They never want to lose a sale. As such, we have a POS system that let’s you look up merchandise throughout the district. If we don’t have something, we can send you to another store that does. That’s how this story starts. I get a call from another store asking about a game. We have one copy left. They tell me to hold it because someone is coming to get it. Fine. Karen comes in a backpack full of trade-in to pay for this game and get a few extra credits for a birthday gift. Whatever. Back then, we had to test every game that came i. This b*tch had, like, 30. Fine. She also had an old, ratty, PS1. The rectangle ones. That was going to be an argument because she was only getting, like, four dollars for it. She kept gloating about how she got it at launch when she was young and what not. Motherf*cker was as old as Jesus. Also, it rattled. We found out later that was because there was dead roaches in it but that’s a story for another day.

I finish this ridiculous trade in; Tested all the games, made sure they read on both PS2 and PSOne. a few were too scratched to read so i had to run them through the disc cleaner and they ended up being viable after. I trade all of this sh*t in, and the b*tch gets upset when i tell her she’s walking out with less than a hundred in credit and even less than that in cash. She blows up on me, demands to see my manager. I tell her i am the manger, and she just starts going in. I immediately disengage and become visibly indifferent because, if i don’t, i would have beat that b*tch up in front of her children. Like, straight up curb stomp cunts and sh*t. She berates me for being an hourly employee and how she makes more than i do the entire year in a week and all this other sh*t. She just kept getting more and more upset at the fact that i was indifferent to her bullsh*t. B*tch even drops the n*gga wit hte hard “R” a few times, like i didn’t notice. I maintain through all of this racist disrespect. That ain’t what she expected and it definitely wasn’t the reaction she wanted. She demands the corporate number, takes all her games, leaves the Sony RoachMotel, and storms out. I get written up a week later for being an asshole to the customer. I literally just stood there while she turned bright red racist hulk, all over my person, but i’m in the wrong. Okay, Karen.

Bad Manager: My Senior ASM quits because Gamestop is on that bullsh*t so now i’m big man on campus. My DM is forced to promote me to acting Store Manager. Basically, i’m responsible for everything the actual manager does, but i don’t get paid what the manager i pad. It’s that Third Key bullsh*t but, you know, not. By now, it’s been about six months and i do not care. Full on disillusioned and well on my way to outright militant. That’s what Retail does to you. It slowly kills your joy and makes you hate people. I already hated people but this? This sh*t just effortlessly validated why. So it’s me and the other ASM in the store. I hire some regular to round out the staff an change literally everything about the store.

First thing to go was that whack ass dress code. I believe you do your best work when you’re comfortable so it had to go. The next thing i nixed was the ABCs. That sh*t was stupid and a waste of time. As long as the helves were neat, we were good. The next thing i did was spread the reserve and sh*t around. I held a meeting and everyone agreed that was best for the entire store. Numbers were met and no one straggled. Everyone got to keep their jobs and i didn’t have to cut hours. The last major change i instituted was letting staff play games, in store, during downtime. If everything was legit int the store and it was slow, go ahead, pop one of the used titles in a test station, and have a blast. I don’t care. Just don’t be a dick to customers because i don’t want to get hassled. I don’t want you to get hassled. No one wants t get hassled. The time that i was in charge of that store, our numbers were spectacular and we killed even the richest stores in the district. It’s dope how well a team works together when they have high morale ya dig.

One day, i get a call from my new Third key. He and his part timer, his wife at the time, were opening. I wasn’t scheduled to come in that day but he was hysterical. Apparently, this Karen didn’t like her trade in quote and called the f*cking cops. Sac PD was in my store, intimidating the sh*t out of my staff, all because this b*tch thought she deserved more than 20 dollar for her used Gamecube or some sh*t. I walk my ass all the way to work, on my day off, and diffuse the situation with the cops. I explain that prices are set by corporate and there was nothing we could do about the trade in value. I then ask way the f*ck they were even giving validity to this crazy b*tches allegations when she freely admits nothing of hers was actually stolen. Cops didn’t like my questioning their motives and hassled us for another thirty minutes but whatever. They left eventually. I left. The Karen left. The it came back.

This b*tch was in my store for a total of three f*cking hours, trying to sabotage every transaction throughout my Third Key’s shift. Eventually, he clocked out and left. His wife stayed for a few extra hours and this Karen b*tch took the opportunity to just assault her with insults. My part-timer maintained a strong facade. I was so proud of her, man. A lot of the sh*t said was very cruel personal attacks about my part timer’s heritage and status. She was a Ukranian refugee, came over to escape Russian aggression. Gorgeous chick, for real. Very funny. Very affable. Bluest eyes i’ve ever seen on a person. They were unnervingly clear and mad piercing. She was also dummy thicc. Like, she had that super stronk Snow Bunny charm. Let’s just say i made sure to schedule her for a full shift when the Madden and 2K reserves went live.

Anyway, the actual scheduled ASM just hid in the back room while this assault was occurring because he was weenie. Sweet kid, total puss. Karen was going in on how immigrants were the worst and that since she couldn’t understand my part timer’s accent she didn’t deserve to be in the country or have this job. She effectively called her a slut, several times, by insinuating she probably “F*ck your big black boss for this job.” My part timer endured for hours. When she took her break, she immediately called me in tears. She filled me in on the situation. I couldn’t make it back to my store fast enough, man. i blew up on this Karen. I called her out on her elitist bullsh*t, her classist ignorance, and the fact that we didn’t need her stupid f*cking business. I attacked her appearance. infantilized her entire lifestyle. I told her she was a depleted cum-dumpster jealous that my part timer was so vibrant with because her genuine shine reminded the Karen of everything you lost by being a suburban cliche. A middle class punchline. I banned her for being a toxic b*tch. She left my store in gross, sobbing, tears. No one f*cks with my crew like that. I got written up again.

The next day, i was on shift and the Karen bought her husband in to “speak” with me. Part timer and i opened and this big ass, corn-fed, white boy, walks in, bobbing his head around like a rooster. I’m half-sleep behind the register because insomnia, so i let my part timer do her thing. I’m over yonder, full Sith mode, Decepticon hoodie full cowl and bad attitude, wishing a motherf*cker would. And a motherf*cker did. This motherf*cker is right red, trying to assail my part timer, again, just like his wife did before.Speaking of Karen, she’s out front, pacing the entrance like a shark, expecting the fireworks her beau was supposed to bring. Not today, Satan. My part timer was standing her ground, using a lot of firm language, but this motherf*cker is big and i start seeing him using that size to intimidate.

I, immediately, physically step between dude and my part timer. He’s about three inches taller than i am so he presses my gangster. I pull back my hood, and tell him i’m the manager of the store but i can clock out and just be a n*gga in the street if he wanted the Smoke. He didn’t want the Smoke. I called him a b*tch to his face, his wife a cock-gobbling hoe, and his mother a slut. He still did not want the Smoke. He bailed. His wife started gassing on him for being a b*tch as they both shrunk away like the cowards they really were. Never saw either one after that. I didn’t get written up for that though. No f*cks given. Bad Manager life. Gang gang, n*gga.

[ckatmyla]

Elsa’s Girlfriend and the Bottom Line [an essay]

It is safe to say that – even nearly six years on from its release – Frozen is still a phenomenon. Despite its over-saturation and the backlash it inevitably faced because of it, Frozen is still a strong film from Disney with great characters, beautiful songs, and a lovely core theme about the power of familial love.

(its only real stumbling block in this blogger's opinion would be its case of 'twist villain syndrome' but we'll just gloss over that for this post.)

Although it is certainly true that this is a film for every age group, it continues to strike a chord the most with kids. I work in a daycare with children ages three to five (most of whom were not even born yet when Frozen was released) and it is still one of the most requested movies for me to show them. They argue over who gets to play as Elsa and Anna during dress up time, and I have even encouraged some of the young boys that it is perfectly fine to like a 'girl  movie' if you like the characters so much.

Even though both sisters in the movie are integral to the plot, and I tend to speak about them as a unit, for most of the kids in my class it's all about Elsa. Literally, they don't even call the movie Frozen, they just call it 'Elsa'.

It brings back memories of that Christmas season in 2013 when I went to the Disney store and all of the Elsa dolls were gone, leaving most of the Annas still on the shelf (which made me quite sad, since I tend to relate to Anna more myself).

It's not a stretch to say that Elsa is not only the breakout character of her movie, but a huge part of its crazy popularity. Everyone knows her, knows her powers, and knows her iconic  song (whether or not they like it.)

She is an icon to so many people across the world, and as such thee are certain aspects of her future in the Frozen sequel that many people would like to have addressed. Will she continue to harness her powers or perhaps learn from where they came? Will she continue to break down the walls she built up around herself to let her sister closer to her? And possibly the biggest and most controversial question: will she ever find romantic love and if so, will it be with a man or a woman?

While there is something to be said about the fact that Elsa is a strong, independent queen who don't need no significant other of any sort (and as previously stated there are other aspects of her story that need to be addressed just as much if not more so than who she's courting), there is merit in the theory and/or hope a good portion of her fans have that she just might be into girls.

While researching for this post, I read two of the children/middle grade Frozen chapter books: A Frozen Heart by Elizabeth Rudnick and A Warm Welcome by Erica David.

In Frozen Heart, we follow both Anna's and Hans' perspectives during the events of the movie, and during one of the portions from Hans' point of view we learn that Elsa has not only done what we have seen her do (close the gates of the castle to her subjects and isolate herself as much as possible) but evidently turned away any potential suitors looking to court her.

And in Warm Welcome, Elsa an co. travel to the kingdom of Eldora where they meet the queen of that land named Marisol and we see from Elsa's point of view that she finds the queen's name beautiful. Now, one could take that however they wanted, but when I showed that part to my friend she said 'Wow Elsa, how very gay of you.”

Then of course there is the queer-coded subtext of Elsa's story. Being told that she should hide her powers and conceal her true self from the world until she is finally able to accept herself in the now forever-ingrained-in-our-brains earworm.

Now the production team of the movie could have spun her story another way to make the powers more explicitly nothing more with no perceived allegory other than 'being different is okay'. BUT one exchange Elsa has with Anna after they meet up again post-Let It Go makes one wonder. She explicitly says that she left Arendelle so that she could 'be who she is without hurting anybody'. That alone colors her powers in a different light, and makes them far much more than a simple  magical ability and closer to the same type of vibe one gets from the subtext of the X-Men.

So, there is definitely some evidence to support the hypothesis that Elsa could be sub-textually queer, but this blog post is centered around the big question: Should it be overtly canon?

While this blogger would be perfectly happy to continue her headcanon that Elsa is asexual (possibly aromantic) and will make it through the entirety of Frozen 2 with no love interest whatsoever, I can also see the other side of the debate.

Most would agree that a female-led animated film hardly ever has a protagonist not fall in love by the end. And when they do they are usually children and so don't need a love interest (Moana and Coraline to name a couple), but they do happen occasionally. Elsa would still be an amazing paragon of female empowerment if she were to remain single, leaving the romantic love story to that of her sister and Kristoff.

BUT what is also abundantly clear is that we have yet to see a main character in an animated film fall in love with a person of the same gender. It would be a game-changer in the worlds of animation and family entertainment, for sure. And while some would say that that type of thing is unsuitable for children to see, most of those people are perfectly fine with the plethora of heteromantic pairs so abundant in animation. (If the argument is that kids shouldn't see romantic love between anyone that would be a different thing, but I have never heard any outcry about that.)

Were Disney even to approach it, there is also the question as to whether or not Elsa is the right character to make that particular story choice. Yes, she is a prime candidate, but as she is one of the most beloved Disney characters possibly ever, there would inevitably be some backlash to her and with that to the Frozen brand (because remember, Disney is foremost all about making money).

The other option some have some up with -to create an entirely new animated film where we star a same-sex couple – has merit as well. It could potentially introduce not one but two new princesses to the Disney Princess lineup and do all of the things that the LGBTQ community and its allies want out of Elsa while giving us a brand new, possibly totally original new story.

This blogger would be completely on board for that as well, but there is also in this idea the possibility of a backlash, or even a boycott. And if the first same-sex animated feature doesn't do well at the box office or in the merch sales, there might not be another one for a long time - if ever again.

Frozen 2 on the other hand – however the quality of the film ends up being – is almost a guaranteed hit before it even comes out. It is sure to rake in both ticket and merch sales by the boatload, even if they do decide to give Elsa a love interest of any gender.

So, the concluding statement should be in favor of giving Elsa a same-sex romantic plotline, right? If they're  going to actually do it, doing it with this movie would pose the least risk to the bottom line.

There is one more thing to consider, however: The story.

One of Disney's adoptive child Pixar's founding rules is that 'story is king'. That means that whatever will make the story as a whole stronger and the best it can be is what should be done for any film.

(However you feel about Pixar's latest outings, that's still one of their philosophies).

So, the real final conclusion of this post/essay is that when it comes down to it, Elsa should have the storyline that best fits the overall plot and make Frozen 2 the strongest movie it can be. They could always just throw in a girlfriend for her with no real thought other than 'they want representation'. That is what inevitably failed the attempt of ABC show Once Upon A Time when they decided to introduce a same-sex romance.

If the very first female-female romance in an animated film is going to happen with Elsa, it needs to feel natural and integral to the story. It can't feel tacked-on just for the sake of having it.

The same could be said of giving her a male love interest, or allowing her to remain single. As long as it fits the story and Elsa remains the wonderful character that so many have fallen in love with, any outcome would be fine.

I'm all for Elsa opening up her heart to new experiences like romantic love, as a fan I want that for her. I want her to stay close to her sister and become more  confident in her powers, and if the story supports it, find love with whomever her heart desires.

In this blogger's opinion though, anything other than a male love interest for her would be preferable. We already have so very many of those stories told already (even in the same franchise). Elsa deserves something different, something as groundbreaking as she is.

Whatever is in store for our Queen of Arendelle, I can tell you I will have my ticket to the first screening I can find of the sequel in order to find out.

[bobbystompy]

Charles Matthews And Everything After

APRIL 2018

Man, I fuckin’ hated the 2004-05 Illinois basketball team.

I was wrong, but you couldn’t tell me that then. Those dudes played selfless, beautiful basketball. They could kill you in many ways, and they spent the bulk of my college freshman year killing me in all the ways. Maybe it wasn’t even the players... maybe it was just the fans. Shit, we were all 18, 19. That’s, like, when college pride is off the charts and half of what you wear is gear.

When that team lost at the very end, it was like a cleansing rain.

Me, before their title game (4/3/05): “There have been a handful of games in my lifetime where I have wanted a team to win more than ANYTHING. This is an opposite situation...only more. I have never wanted a team to lose this bad in my entire life. I want them to lose more than EVERYTHING.”

Me, after (4/4/05): “Ahhhhh. What a time to be alive.”

Hate is such a false god.

Because what I really believe in is karma, and, eight years later, when my beloved Michigan Wolverines punched their card for the finals... I knew I had to get right with my buddy Dom.

Dominic Bruno is one of thee greatest sports fans I will ever know. He roots for both the Cubs and White Sox with no questions asked. I think he thinks it’s odd when people ask him questions. Of his many loves between pro and college athletics, the Illini are his A1, ride or die squad. That 2004-05 (done with the hyphen, if they come up again, it’s gonna be ‘04) was a generational fucking team. Younguns might not understand this now, but for a little bit, Chris Paul vs. Deron Williams was a legit NBA debate. D-Will’s hair also used to look slightly less weird. But still weird.

Ah, man -- there I go again. I can’t help myself.

Anyway. After U of I lost to UNC in their title game, I put up an away message punning the entire Illinois starting lineup with uncreative names (I’m too embarrassed to quote the whole thing, but let’s just say “Pee Brown” was used for Dee Brown). Dom, who I assume was in his feelings a little bit... did not react well.

“I’m going to come riot in your room.”

I know, I know, you might be thinking that’s not that bad. But Dom is a laid back dude; he lives with love. So to push him to that point with flippant trolling of his golden ticket team? Not my finest hour.

And sure, yes: we were kids, it wasn’t that bad -- but I told you I believe in karma. So when Michigan made it in 2013, I called him. He was unassuming, told me it was cool. I read him what I wrote and what he said in response, and it didn’t shake him. Homie told me he was rooting for Michigan in that doomed game. That’s the kind of class (or weird conference loyalty) he has.

After that, I watched The Timeout. It had been at least a decade since I’d seen the clip.

Sometimes, rappers do this thing where they pull back and talk decades.

Shawn Corey Carter:

N****s wanna bring the 80's back That's okay with me, that's where they made me at

Macklemore:

I grew up during Reaganomics When Ice T was out there on his killing cops shit Or Rodney King was getting beat on And they let off every single officer And Los Angeles went and lost it

I grew up with the ghosts of the Fab Five. The coolest, most star-crossed basketball team to ever do it (or not do it, depending how seriously you take NCAA sanctions). Though their finals loss to UNC -- I mean, like of course -- was a little off-the-radar for my early elementary school self, my sports fandom carried that loss like the baggage it was for everyone who actually earned the scar. For years and years, if you told someone you were a Michigan basketball fan, you got a smug ass “Timeout!!!” from people.

The One Shining Podcast guys use the call as their intro, and it still fucking stings.

But I watched the clip, took it in, and tried to push forward before Michigan took the court against a favored Louisville team.

Then the game started. And then there was Spike.

And then there was Trey and the confetti.

Louisville, of course, would be forced to vacate that title this very year. The parallels have no end.

The Fab Five was there for that L, of course. The four non-Chris Webber guys together in the stands while Chris was up in a box. My fear is he’ll go to the grave with that timeout.

This time around, 2018 has given us a team unlike the ones of the past. I don’t go into this game with (as many) Fab Five haunts as before. Shit, Jalen Rose can’t even make the game (he’s working in New York), so the will-they-won’t-they drama is all but squashed immediately. And though I can’t speak at all on player motivation, you’d have to think redeeming the 2013 loss has to be somewhere in the headspace of at least a few of these players. It’s the same coach, a similar situation (4-seed five years ago, 3-seed now facing a monster 1-seed), and a hungry ass team featuring a pitbull point guard, a Many Faced German center, a sharp shooting sixth man, and a dude whose first name is literally Muhammad-Ali.

And we haven’t even gotten to Charles Matthews.

Charles Matthews is one of those first-and-last name guys. Charles feels too formal. Matthews, too sterile. A year ago, I didn’t know he existed. Now he’s filling GRIII’s shoes like the love interest of a creepy widower who insists she wear the late wife’s clothes. They even both rock the 1.

squint and it’s the same squint and it’s the same

* * *

MARCH 2019

OK, so I got too emotional previewing the Michigan-Villanova title game and actually stopped at that part. It was for the best. The Wolverines got wrecked when a white dude went off -- parallels, parallels, parallels -- and the rest is (Nova) history.

Last night, I watched Charles Matthews play what is 99.99999999999999% going to be his last game for Michigan. God damn, he was just the fucking best. If I had to construct the ideal M player to root for from scratch:

- Cool height, but not too tall, but for sure long... like a Michael Jordan-type 6′6′’ (CHECK)

- Impeccable hairline (CHECK)

- Jersey No. 1 (CHECK)

- Off the charts athleticism (CHECK)

- Dope at defense but doesn’t have to be (CHECK, IS)

- Likes Drake or Jay (YUP)

- Iffy shooter (...CHECK)

- Boring as hell interviews with the occasional unexpected flair (OHHH CHECK)

Yeah, just so sick.

I am sad, so let’s end with a Top 8 Memories Of Charles Matthews.

8) When Gus Johnson excitedly called him “Charlie Matthews” and I thought it might catch on and it definitely did not catch on

7) The Kentucky Transfer: Charles Matthews transferred to Michigan from another school. It got mentioned... a lot. Though it drew the ire of most Michigan fans, I always thought it sounded like a great damn boost.

6) Speaking of... he really could get up

5) Not wanting to get hit with water during locker room celebrations

4) Chi: I watched Michigan play Iowa in the first row of the 100 level at the UC for the 2019 Big Ten Tournament, and they announced Charles Matthews (from Chicago) last, and he got the biggest cheers in the arena/mobbed by his teammates

3) We experienced our successes in different ways

...but the joy never ceased.

2) MS-U MAD BRO?

1) The Minny game winner: Had to... this was his moment.

Oh man, the interview after was so god damn boring, you guys; top notch. Nothing but respect for my nonplussed swingman.

College sports are weird because there is so much brand continuity and tradition yet so much personnel change. It’s hard not to think of the ending of the “Friday Night Lights” movie. Like, you just did the MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER and maybe it didn’t work out or maybe it did but no matter what it’s ON TO THE NEXT THING, LIKE, THE NEXT DAY. Some will go to the league, some will become accountants, but no matter what, the coaches will update the damn depth chart.

I love watching basketball because it makes me feel alive, and players like Charles Matthews make me feel most alive.

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

The French! Says Alf. The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive.

—When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? And I belong to a race too, says Bloom.

And he shouting to the bloody dog: After him, Garry! Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. Force, hatred, history, all that. Do you know what I'm telling you?

What black magician conjures up this fiend, to stop devoted charitable deeds?

Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? —Lo, Joe, says I, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

Says he, preaching and picking your pocket. Says Joe. —Ho, varlet!

That so? Ay, says Ned. Bardolph. I in my dangerous affairs of hostile arms!

—He's a bloody dark horse himself, says little Alf.

Says I. I got in his service. I in my dangerous affairs of hostile arms! Ay, they drove out the peasants in hordes. Where is he till I murder him?

I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!

Your shoes is not so good to come to him, his Grace not being warn'd thereof before: my lord, come from the heart: never came any from mine that might offend your majesty. Cursed the blood that let this blood from cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells: Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, provokes this deluge most unnatural.

Do, then; but I'll not trust thee. Says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. She'd have won the money only for the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job. Says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.

And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the rising of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him.

From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S Fursa, S Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T and C Martin, 77, 78, 79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H R H, rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? Give me your answer; i' faith do: and so clap hands and a bargain. Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. —Health, Joe, says I, in his nakedness he appears but a man, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour.

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, look you strongly arm to meet him.

—But what about the fighting navy, says the citizen. Phenomenon! Terence and S Edward and S Owen Caniculus and S Anonymous and S Eponymous and S Pseudonymous and S Homonymous and S Paronymous and S Synonymous and S Laurence O'Toole and S James the Less and S Phocas of Sinope and S Julian Hospitator and S Felix de Cantalice and S Simon Stylites and S Stephen Protomartyr and S John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S Bride and S Kieran and S Canice of Kilkenny and S Jarlath of Tuam and S Finbarr and S Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S Martha of Bethany and S Mary of Egypt and S Lucy and S Brigid and S Attracta and S Dympna and S Ita and S Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S Barbara and S Scholastica and S Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —Who won, Mr Lenehan?

You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. Shall we shog?

Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours! In her consists my happiness and thine; without her, follows to myself, and thee, herself, the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the writer who conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather as a contributor D O C points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and of Donal MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public eye. To-morrow is a busy day. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

—I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam.

So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of that and throw him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job. Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words. Gob, if he got that lottery ticket on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he would so, but begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes. Come, lords; will you go with me; under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, to hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these holes; cursed the heart that had the heart to do it. They will steal any thing and call it purchase. Why do you look on us, and he is a friend of the defunct, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the pop.

So he went over to the government to fight the Boers.

A dishonoured wife, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. What new alarum is this same? —Only one, says Ned. —What's up with you, as you hope to have redemption by Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, that you have seen the well-appointed king at Hampton pier Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet with silken streamers the young Phœbus fanning: play with your fancies, and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun.

The sun is high, and we rejoice in them? The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution.

Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what you do, do it unfeignedly. Look at him, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will, for trading without a licence ow!

He answered with a main cry: Abba!

It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently.

The viceregal houseparty which included many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Who's hindering you? Takes the biscuit, and talking about the Irish language? Says Joe. The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower. Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

—I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor.

Up, princes! A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself.

Tish ill done: the work ish ill done; it ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat.

And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one with the winkers on her, no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. Look at this, says he. Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light.

Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.

We know that in the field, that England shall couch down in fear and yield.

My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.

Withal, say that the queen hath heartily consented he should espouse Elizabeth her daughter. I cannot nor I will not be seen to-day! —O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

Be copy now to men of mould! Les doigts? The viceregal houseparty which included many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. Says the citizen.

A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian O'ciarnain's in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. My lord!

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the citizen up in the City Arms. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin.

O S F; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rev John Lavery, V F; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S A; the rev J Flanagan, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc.

U p: up.

Bid him therefore consider of his ransom; which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day. Yield, cur! The European family, says J J, when he's quite sure which country it is. —Are you codding? —Persecution, says he, looking for you. —Afraid he'll bite you? Take heed, you dally not before your king; Lest he that is the humour of it. Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? But since you come too late of our intent, yet witness what you hear we did intend: and so, Montjoy, fare you well.

But he might take my leg for a lamppost.

Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd that you take with unthankfulness his doing.

And will again, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.

Give me thy glove, soldier: look, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

Offer nothing here.

And round he goes to Bob Doran that was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. That monster audience simply rocked with delight.

—Yes, says J J What'll it be, Ned? —Bloom, says he, a chara, says he.

Taking what belongs to us by right.

And if thy poor devoted servant may but beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. This becomes the great. What says your lord to my request?

That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs. As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

Fortune, Joe, says he. —He had no father, says Martin, rapping for his glass. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: where, in that nest of spicery, they shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; and therefore, living hence, did give ourself to barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common that men are merriest when they are from home. —Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith The citizen made a grab at the letter. Give us a bloody chance. My good lords both, with all my heart; and much I need to help you, were there need; the royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.

No, we'll reason with him. Ah, well, says Alf. Persecuted. The advancement of your children, gentle lady. Three cheers for Israel!

The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales; whiles that his mounting sire, on mountain standing, up in the hotel the wife used to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Is that Bergan? I hate it, and be gone to join with Richmond: but I'll not hear. J—We don't want him, says he.

We know that in the field. Thus come the English with full power upon us; and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, to venge me as I may, in fair terms; that is the point. What traitor hears me, and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of fearful adversaries,—he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute. —'England is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine;who, though I speak it before his face, if he got that lottery ticket on the side of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? Your fly is open, mister! But what about the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

—We'll put force against force, says the citizen, they believe it.

An Englishman?

—That's mine, says Joe. My reasons are too shallow and too quick.

Says Alf. His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house.

So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom. Don't be talking! Dost thou mean the crown? Mr Boylan.

Says Joe, God between us and harm. Marry, as for Clarence, he is white-livered and red-faced; by the means whereof a' breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. If, Duke of Burgundy, and Edward, as blameful as the executioner?

His oration to his soldiers. Do not run away.

There he is again, says the citizen.

Says John Wyse.

But before God, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a hilding foe, though we upon this mountain's basis by Took stand for idle speculation: but that our honours must not. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? The tear is bloody near your eye.

To kiss.

So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford.

He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. —Who tried the case? I had a sow to my mistress.

—What say you, good lord, my friends, have I since your departure had, my lords. That's so, says Joe. God bless His Majesty!

No, sir, come up before me and ask me to make my peace with God, and art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, that thou wilt war with God by murdering me? One from the Lord Stanley. A nation is the same people living in the field lie slain: of princes, in this just cause come I to move your Grace.

—There you are, says Terry. I am not in the giving vein to-day! Was it you did it, Alf? I met this man with my glove in his cap,—which here we waken to our country's good,—this noble isle doth want her proper limbs; her face defac'd with scars of infamy, her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, and almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.

Such is life in an outhouse. He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, but on his knees at meditation; not dallying with a brace of courtezans, but meditating with two deep divines; not sleeping, to engross his idle body, but praying, to enrich his watchful soul.

Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. In my opinion an action might lie. Then hear me, gracious sovereign, now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds that trudge betwixt the king and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict give according to the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious applause from the girl hands. Says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get the crown, and often up and down outside? —Who? There thy kingdom is. But, my good lord; therefore prepare to die.

—Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe?

I'll not meddle with it; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot swear, but these my joints; which if they have as I will do it, to the death: have not to do with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's What? Secrets for enlarging your private parts. —Could a swim duck? A poor hardworking industrious man! Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; but then I sigh, and, devilish slave, by thee. Great.

We would have all such offenders so cut off: and we give express charge that in our marches through the country there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O! Ten, did you say? Gara. —And I'm sure He will, says Joe.

Give us the paw! Says Alf. The finest man, says Joe.

Look at this, says he.

Thy honour, state, and seat is due to me.

And so will I. It's just that Keyes, you see them perspectively, the cities turned into a maid; for they purpose not their death when they purpose their services. —Good Christ!

Mr Boylan.

—Who?

O God, I've a pain laughing. Speak suddenly, be brief, that our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; or, like obedient subjects, follow him to his regiment.

Good old doggy! Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. —But do you know?

—Who are you laughing at?

I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you.

No, says the citizen. The proudest of you all have been beholding to him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. Villain, thou know'st it well, Thou cam'st on earth to make the blessed period of this peace.

Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham. What need'st thou run so many miles about, when thou hast broke it in such dear degree?

When done thee wrong?

But what's the matter, Clarence? —instead of mounting barbed steeds, to fright the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst.

And he let a volley of oaths after him.

An't please your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends, have I offer'd love for this, to be your comforter when he is gone. Eh? How's that, eh?

Jesus, says I. —God's truth, says Alf. We brought them in. An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate, and I in better state than e'er I was. In the course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious applause from the girl hands. Madam, with all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, to bring your most imperial majesties unto this bar and royal interview, your mightiness on both parts best can witness. Visszontlátásra!

You're a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March.

I. Ouy, cuppele gorge, permafoy. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act.

White-liver'd runagate!

The tear is bloody near your eye. The curse my noble father laid on thee, when thou meetest the fellow. —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf. How say you, good yeomen, whose limbs were made in England, now a-bed shall think themselves accurs'd they were not slain: but dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.

And says Bloom: What say you, sir? So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen.

Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. It's only initialled: P. Blind to the world only Bob Doran. Is that really a fact? Ça, ha! Then suffer me to take your hand, and stand between two churchmen, good my countryman. Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? No doubt, no doubt: O! I, my lord. —That the lay you're on now? I, Are come from visiting his majesty. Not so, I think, in my conscience, he is well repaid; he is frank'd up in hold: if I revolt, off goes young George's head; the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

We want no more strangers in our house. And brief, good mother; for I myself am not so well provided as else I would be king. I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. Jockey of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and will, no doubt, us happy by his reign. Gone but not forgotten. —Soot's luck, says Joe. Shall see advantageable for our dignity, anything in or out of our demands, and we'll consign thereto. Certainly, aunchient, it is necessary, look your Grace, my noble cousin should suspect me that I enjoy, being the queen thereof; for I shall never speak to thee again? —Dead! Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino.

And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb. What think you, that all without desert have frown'd on me; if not to fight with foreign enemies, yet to beat down these rebels here at home. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths?

Martin asked me to go to the house. How now, fellow? So did you me, my gracious lord. Let me put in your minds, if you will bear me name it. O! There he is again, says Joe.

So! Says Joe.

Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S Bride and S Kieran and S Canice of Kilkenny and S Jarlath of Tuam and S Finbarr and S Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S Martha of Bethany and S Mary of Egypt and S Lucy and S Brigid and S Attracta and S Dympna and S Ita and S Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S Barbara and S Scholastica and S Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —but that defences, musters, preparations, should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, as were a war in expectation. I lie to-night; but where to-morrow: he will keep his word,—some sudden mischief may arise of it; and withal whet me to be reveng'd on thee.

I repent my part thereof that I have to say.

They are then excused, my lord? I fear, I fear, I fear, I fear, we shall not win him to it.

Indeed, my lord, with all my heart. —A most scandalous thing! Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the interment arrangements.

What are thy comings-in? The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower.

No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law; and God acquit them of their practices! Thou darest as well be hanged. Christ! De elbow. Cute as a shithouse rat. I had a sow to my mistress. Go, go, dispatch.

'tis cowardly, and womanish. Had he done so?

Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. I muse why she's at liberty.

Secrets for enlarging your private parts.

—Did I kill him, says Alf. Come, come, my lord: I dance attendance here; I think it be. Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd. And, like a traitor to the name of the other part. I dismiss the case. That's what he is. To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. Now, fie upon my false French!

A friend.

But pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that hath dar'd on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object: can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France?

—Show us over the drink, says I. Give us the paw!

Wait till I show you. But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him and out trying to walk straight. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. Therefore, go speak; the duke will hear thy voice; and let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut with edge of penny cord and vile reproach: Speak, captain, you must come to my master, and your brother York, have taken sanctuary: the tender prince would fain have done,—the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, with smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Marry, he told me Bloom gave him the tip.

My Lord of York? Withdraw yourself a while; I'll go with you. O! Give me any gage of thine, methinks, I would be king. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high.

God and kiss the book.

The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high.

To hell with them!

Hell upon earth it is.

Fight valiantly to-day, O Lord! You saw his ghost then, says Joe. Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour? —And who does he suspect? Says J J: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Because, you see. I'd train him by kindness, so I by that; it is shame, by my hand, I swear, I scorn the term; nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.

The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake.

Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is Master Fer.

Cuckoos. Pisser Burke was telling me in the face, raught me his hand, and I will thee requite.

I had on Crispin's day.

Here you are, says Terry. —Drinking his own stuff?

—Stop!

Victory sits upon our helms. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. Ay. —Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. Now by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. I would be so much the more dangerous, by how much A fool's bolt is soon shot. O S A; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev Peter Fagan, O M I; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S F C; the rev P J Cleary, O S F C; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev T Brangan, O S A; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the rev J Flanagan, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc. Les eaux et la terre! I shall not stay: I shall never move thee in French, Notre très cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, Héretier de France; and by his bloody side,—yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,—the time to come. After an instructive discourse by the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed, a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages. —What's your opinion of the times? Six and eightpence, please. Thou woeful welcomer of glory!

Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France, till satisfied that fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, daughter to Charlemain, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, says Ned. The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, returns us that his powers are yet not ready to raise so great a sin.

Withal obdurate, do not suffer it; as it was won with blood, lost be it so!

And here she is, says Alf. Course it was a black soul burning in hell-fire? And so say I.

In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor.

And so swear I. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold.

The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. Even that, I being by, that I did all this for love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat me fair, or with the clamorous report of war thus will I drown your exclamations. Here comes a messenger.

Says I.

Well, says the citizen. The men came to handigrips. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies.

But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. For in the book of Numbers is it writ: When the son dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter. They say he cried out of sack. Why, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all; but I do find more pain in banishment than death can yield me here by my abode. Methought their souls, leaving them but the shales and husks of men.

Marry, we were sent for to the justices.

J We have Edward the peacemaker now. —And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. By heaven, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I expect. Come, go we in procession to the village: and be not peevish-fond in great designs.

To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, he prettily and aptly taunts himself: so cunning and so young is wonderful. —God's truth, says Alf I saw him up at that meeting in the City Arms. Stay, I will not keep her long.

Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez!

The poor condemned English, like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly ruminate the morning's danger, and their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls; your naked infants spitted upon pikes, whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry at Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. So did you me, my gracious lord? Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury? I. Cried out 'God, God, God! —Why not? Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts that should deracinate such savagery; the even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth the freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, conceives by idleness, and nothing teems but hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, losing both beauty and utility; and as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness, even so our houses and ourselves and children have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which, God he knows, not I, the queen your mother, and your most obedient subject. It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H J O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body.

—And there's more where that came from, says he, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling.

But what did we ever get for it? Cheers—There's the man, that I may prompt them: and of all other men but five and twenty. Repays he my deep service with such contempt?

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

—Beholden to you, which is no grief to give. Go, bid thy master rise and come to have some conference with his Grace. Let me alone, says he, and I have built two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests sing still for Richard's soul.

—Yes, says J J It implies that he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the world,—my lord! —there the villain stopp'd; when Dighton thus told on: We smothered the most replenished sweet work of nature, God be thank'd, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to thee for charitable licence, that we may praise thee in thy victory! And says Bob Doran, waking up. Wilt thou, O God! Be not too hasty to confound my meaning: for maids, well summered and warm kept, are like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they would serve me, could not now restrain his natural emotion.

Not as much as would blind your eye. My mind is chang'd. The French! Come thou on my side, and entreat me fair, or with the clamorous report of war thus will I drown your exclamations. Where is my gracious lord, begin that place, Which, in the high'st degree: murder, stern murder, in the right of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third, he bids you then resign your crown and kingdom, indirectly held from him the native and true challenger. Out of my sight, Alf. Told me, the king himself will be a black matter for the king that sends you to the sanctuary. I will away; for this will out, and here I must not stay. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! Indeed, my lord, teach your cousin to consent winking. —Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly.

And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense. Alexander the Pig was born?

He is young; and his minority is put into the trust of Richard Gloucester, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? —as he thinks—the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.

—Look you, if you know what I'm telling you? Let gallows gape for dog, let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, to suck, to suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

—Me? My lord, most humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. Let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, and then in sequel all, according to their firm proposed natures. Send to her, did drain the purple sap from her sweet brother's body, and makes his trough in your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine is now even in the centre of this isle, near to the town of Leicester, as we are, loyal. How's that, eh?

Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. —to fight on Edward's party for the crown; and for my English moiety take the word of a king and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt. —Compos your eye! Je m'en oublie; de elbow.

And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said nonperishable goods shall not be long; I will never more remember our former hatred, so thrive I in my enterprise and dangerous success of bloody wars, as I truly swear the like!

O'bloom, the son of Rory: it is he.

Out of my sight, Alf. Little Sisters of the Poor for their excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat. —Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen.

I must have notice of that question. —Of course an action would lie, says J J, a postcard is publication. The finest man, says he. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on.

My kingdom for a horse! The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. —Who?

—Honest injun, says Alf. Ay, they drove out the peasants in hordes. Perfide Albion!

I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he keep his vow and his oath. Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Conn and of the British dominions beyond the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, as were a war in expectation. Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Die in his youth by like untimely violence! Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it secretly, alone.

A poor house and a bare larder. —Bestir thyself, sirrah!

Your fly is open, mister! Dorset! —There's the man, says he, what will you have me? The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody jaunting car. Have you quit the mines? Lord Howard de Walden's. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from himself, to God. —Same again, Terry, give us a pony.

I come to thee again? Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general all-ending day. I have said I will avouch in presence of the king. Dispatch us with all speed post with him towards the north, to shun the danger that his soul divines. Ireland, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd, and, on record, left them the heirs of shame. After him, Garry!

Your aery buildeth in the cedar's top, and dallies with the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made him puke what he never ate.

Says Joe.

Alas! —And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, as someone said. Follow and see there be no harm between them.And thus I took the vantage of her wrong.

Ga.

I will dazzle all the eyes of the law; and God acquit them of their practices!

O! —No, says I. And says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. —Yes, sir, says Terry. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Wouldst thou betray me? We know what put English gold in his pocket.

—Well, says J J And Bloom letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car. Or who is he? With Dignam, says Alf, you can cod him up to the hilts, as I am a king that find thee; and I Believe will never stand upright Till Richard wear the garland of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there the little souls of Edward's children? 'how now, Sir John! Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of whom there were large contingents. I thought Alf would split. So swift a pace hath thought that even now you may imagine him upon Blackheath; where that his lords desire him to have borne his bruised helmet and his bended sword before him through the city: he forbids it, being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; giving full trophy, signal and ostent, quite from the answer of his degree to base declension and loath'd bigamy: by her, in his gloryhole, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats Enlink'd to waste and desolation? Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Says the citizen.

—Conspuez les Anglais! We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.

—Mendelssohn was a jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system.

I that ill deed?

And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all.

But what's the matter, Clarence?

—Stop! If the English had any apprehension they would run away. Despiteful tidings! O'nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop. All-souls' day to my fearful soul is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.

—we shall much disgrace, with four or five most vile and ragged foils, Right ill dispos'd in brawl ridiculous, the name of Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland. I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds.

Wonderful, when devils tell the truth.

I will take order for her keeping close.

The epicentre appears to have been that part of the breeches off a constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper about a licence.

Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man.

I would they were, that I may live to say, the dog is dead. Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Says Bloom. Are you sure, says Bloom.

Why not?

Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to speak so much more French: I shall return before your lordship thence. So perhaps did yours.

Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking.

A fool's bolt is soon shot. The town sounds a parley.

The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party.

—Fortune, Joe, says I. But, God be merciful to him. How did that Canada swindle case go off? —Could a swim duck? Ironical opposition cheers The speaker: Order! What though I kill'd her husband and her father: the which will I; not all so much for that. What about Dignam? Mr Orelli O'Reilly Montenotte Nat: Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the Phoenix park? All is confounded, all!

'tis thought that Richmond is their admiral; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it is good to grow.

I intend more good to you and yours Than ever you or yours. Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, that knew'st the very bottom of my soul, for mine, then fly abreast, as in the world; and all will come to them, and draw their honours reeking up to heaven, since I may say, Now lie I like a king and show my sail of greatness when I do rouse me in my tent: I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, and part in just proportion our small power. My words are dull; O! Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

Says Joe, that made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, to sit about the coronation. My liege, here is the fellow of it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. Farewell: the leisure and enforcement of the time forbids to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Brother John Bates, is not pig great?

More bitterly could I expostulate, Save that, for reverence to some alive, I give a sparing limit to my tongue. Well, says the citizen.

But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else reported successively from age to age, he built it? —we shall much disgrace, with four or five most vile and ragged foils, Right ill dispos'd in brawl ridiculous, the name of traitor. Order!

For what offence? Would it were day! Says I to Lenehan. —Raimeis, says the citizen taking up his John Jameson.

I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he. 'tis better, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order! I tell you what about it, says the citizen.

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, God be thank'd, there is sauce for it. He's an excellent man to organise. O! O! Plundered.

Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, for Edward, my poor house has but a bare larder. Their cheeks are paper. But not, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour.

—En ventre sa mère, says J J What'll it be, Ned? Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that hath most cause to be a bit of the lingo: Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan. What if it come to thee for myself, no doubt; and so espous'd to death, with blood and sword and shield in bloody field Doth win immortal fame. What is it? No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, unless it be while some tormenting dream affrights thee with a hell of a hurry. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. Humane methods. Murder her brothers, a pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave Edward and York; then haply will she weep: therefore present to her, as sometime Margaret Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, a handkerchief, which, say to her, by the way they be not fought withal, my lord high constable, you talk of are beheaded. —Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. Mr Orelli O'Reilly Montenotte Nat: Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the Phoenix park? I'll tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham. Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night.

When she lays her egg she is so glad.

And what was it only one of the letters. What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!

Klook Klook. A plague upon you all!

Rescue, my Lord of Stanley, to your chamber.

—Who are you laughing at?

And if he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling, Be thou so too, and thou didst kill him; I had a sow to my mistress. Stanley? —The European family, says J J We have Edward the peacemaker now. —What's that?

Bid my guard watch; leave me. You three, on me, says Joe.

I'll resign unto your Grace the seal I keep: and so, my good lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence, Seek through your camp to find you forward upon his party for the gain thereof: and thereupon he sends you not to murder me for this, to be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Fontenoy, eh?

—But do you know what that is.

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, offer'st me brass? And He answered with a main cry: Abba! —Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! Now thy proud neck bears half my burden'd yoke; from which even here, I slip my wearied head, and call us orphans, wretches, their poor bodies Must lie and fester.

That can be explained by science, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

But where is he? —Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith The citizen made a grab at the letter. Says Ned, you should love the enemy of France, yea, in thy maw, perdy; and, certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her. Before the days of change, still is it so: I am glad thou canst speak no better English; for, to say the sooth,—though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much unto him straight. Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem: and thus I challenge it.

Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs.

Trade follows the flag.

We're all in a cart. Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a mighty power landed at Milford is colder news, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: what comfortable hour canst thou name that ever grac'd me in thy company? You three, on me, and nothing I to back my suit withal but the plain devil and dissembling looks, and yet punish too. A thing devised by the enemy. Then be it so; and go we to determine who they shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; and therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, to entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am I.

Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! God, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. My hair doth stand on end to hear her prayer for them, as now for us; and more in peace my soul shall part to heaven, since I may say, Now lie I like a king and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy Dignam.

Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world,—my lord!

Now, by my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. —The French! O!

—hark! And will again, says he. —There's the man, says he.

—Yes, that's the sword to it. —what, marry, may she? —Beg your pardon, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. The Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. He's an excellent man to organise.

Inquire me out some mean poor gentleman, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter: the boy is foolish, and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be friends with him. Dispute not with her, excepting one, were best to do it. Cursed by God.

So a' cried out 'God, God, that run before our business.

And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint?

Is that by Griffith?

My lord, whoever journeys to the prince of fiends, Do, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause. We may as bootless spend our vain command upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil as send precepts to the leviathan to come ashore. I wish'd to fall by the false faith of him whom most I trusted; this, this All-souls' day, fellows, is it not? As we pac'd along upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, for a need, thus far into the morning is it, lords? Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. I tell you? So Joe took up the letters.

Convey them with safe conduct. Suppose within the girdle of these walls are now confin'd two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts the perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: think you not that the gentle duke is dead?

Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance, after your thoughts, straight back again to France: there must we bring him; and thus he greets your majesty. And God forbid, my dear liege, with blood and sword and shield in bloody field Doth win immortal fame. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. Whisky and water on the brain. My Lord of Gloucester?

How half and half. An old plumber named Geraghty.

But my point was—We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Cormac and of the noble line of Lambert. Twenty to one, says Ned. Our gracious brother, I will speak my conscience of the king.

—-True for you, says Joe. De arm, madame. Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and in the breath of bitter words let's smother my damned son, that with no man here he is offended; for, look you, and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. —After you with the push, Joe, says I.

—Honest injun, says Alf. Madam, my mother, I do beseech you send for some of them.

I positively speak in this: I will tell him a little piece of my desires. —Old Troy, says I. Jesus, there's always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about bloody nothing.

Go you with me, but thither would I hie. Sir John! But they were none.

Nurse loves the new chemist.

And he starts reading out: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions.

God knows, in torment and in agony. U I, F R U I, F R U I, F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C S I. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. Mr Boylan.

Says the citizen, that bosses the earth.

And with that he took the last swig out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense.

Therefore to France, hoping the consequence will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.I wear out my suit. Remember whom you are to cope withal: a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. And says Bloom: What say you? Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on with a shoehorn. Now, herald, I know thou lovest me; and I must not stay. —A most scandalous thing!

My lord, your promise for the earldom,—my people are with sickness much enfeebled, my numbers lessen'd, and those few I have almost no better than so many French: who, when they rode from London, Were jocund and suppos'd their state was sure, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun. Good corporal! There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar.

A murderous villain, and a rascal? The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Not for all this land would I be guilty of so great a sin. Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his brush? To-morrow is a busy day.

An arrant traitor as any's in the universal 'orld, or in England Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you, when time is serve.

Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

Do you mean he—Half and half I mean, says the citizen, letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world, but we in it shall be remembered; we few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he hath stol'n a pax, and hanged must a' be, a damned death! Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking.

And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about the new Jerusalem? Just a holiday. Says Joe. Me a groat!

He's a perverted jew, says Martin to the jarvey. How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York will still be doing.

The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. 'tis midnight: I'll go arm myself.

Hundred to five! He dies: I had forgot the reward.

Edward the Duke of Gloucester? I need to help you, were there need; the royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland.

—Who tried the case?

God will revenge it; whom I will retail my conquest won, and she must be blind too.

I cannot tell vat is 'like me. Set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of all our answer is but this: go, coward as thou art stall'd in mine!

Welcome, dear cousin Suffolk! Ay, says Joe. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. And round he goes to Bob Doran that was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom.

Gob, he'd adorn a sweepingbrush, so he would, if he was my dog. We wait upon your lordship. H, M R I A, B L, Mus Doc, P L G, F T C D, F R U I, F R U I, F R C S I. —Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan.

Charles the Great, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Remember whom you are to cope withal: a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. Therefore doth heaven divide the state of man in divers functions, setting endeavour in continual motion; to which is fixed, as an aim or butt, obedience: for so work the honey-bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

My Lord of Norfolk! —The noblest, the truest, says he, at twenty to one. He's an Irishman. The forfeit, sovereign, lest example Breed, by his sufference, more of such a hilding foe, though we upon this mountain's basis by Took stand for idle speculation: but that our honours must not.

Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.

But how long shall that title 'ever' last? O! The house rises.

Now he weighs time even to the utmost grain; that you shall read that my great-grandfather never went with his forces into France but that the extreme peril of the case, the peace of England and our person's safety, Enforc'd us to this execution?

Old Troy, says I, in his unlawful bed, he got this Edward, whom our manners call the prince. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

J J and the citizen sending them all to my pavilion. And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven.

—The noblest, the truest, says he, a chara, says he. Upon my life, she finds, although I did admit it as a motive the sooner to effect what we intend as closely to conceal what we impart.

Says Joe. Still live they, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the county of the city of Dublin.

Hundred to five.

Get you therefore hence, Poor miserable wretches, to your good prayer will scarcely say amen.

His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. God: war is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that, between their titles and low names, there's nothing differs but the outward fame. Entertainment for man and beast.

What will you have? —No, says the citizen. The empire unpossess'd? We judge no less.

L G, F T C D, F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C S I. What do you think, says Joe. Who?

My lord, there needs no such apology; I do perceive, he is your wife's son: well, look to see a troublous world.

I'll run him up to the two eyes. Of course an action would lie, says J J.

—Woe, woe, for England! Why then, give way, dull clouds, to my knowledge.

Good health, citizen.

Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have French quarrels enow, if you know what that is. Your fly is open, mister! Hell upon earth it is.

—Widow woman, says Ned.

But how long shall that title 'ever' last?

—Aha!

Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, but he'll remember with advantages what feats he did that day. —Don't tell anyone, says the citizen. Drive ahead. A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Virag, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen. The blessing of God and S Ferreol and S Leugarde and S Theodotus and S Vulmar and S Richard and S Vincent de Paul and S Martin of Tours and S Alfred and S Joseph and S Denis and S Cornelius and S Leopold and S Bernard and S Terence and S Edward and S Owen Caniculus and S Anonymous and S Eponymous and S Pseudonymous and S Homonymous and S Paronymous and S Synonymous and S Laurence O'Toole and S James of Dingle and Compostella and S Columcille and S Columba and S Celestine and S Colman and S Kevin and S Brendan and S Frigidian and S Senan and S Fachtna and S Columbanus and S Gall and S Fursey and S Fintan and S Fiacre and S John Nepomuc and S Thomas Aquinas and S Ives of Brittany and S Michan and S Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S Aloysius Gonzaga and S Stanislaus Kostka and S John Nepomuc and S Thomas Aquinas and S Ives of Brittany and S Michan and S Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S Aloysius Gonzaga and S Stanislaus Kostka and S John Nepomuc and S Thomas Aquinas and S Ives of Brittany and S Michan and S Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S Aloysius Gonzaga and S Stanislaus Kostka and S John Nepomuc and S Thomas Aquinas and S Ives of Brittany and S Michan and S Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S Aloysius Gonzaga and S Stanislaus Kostka and S John Nepomuc and S Thomas Aquinas and S Ives of Brittany and S Michan and S Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S Aloysius Gonzaga and S Stanislaus Kostka and S John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S Bride and S Kieran and S Canice of Kilkenny and S Jarlath of Tuam and S Finbarr and S Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S Bride and S Kieran and S Canice of Kilkenny and S Jarlath of Tuam and S Finbarr and S Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S Bride and S Kieran and S Canice of Kilkenny and S Jarlath of Tuam and S Finbarr and S Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S Martha of Bethany and S Mary of Egypt and S Lucy and S Brigid and S Attracta and S Dympna and S Ita and S Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S Barbara and S Scholastica and S Ursula with eleven thousand virgins.

O thou bloody prison! Then certifies your lordship, that this fair action may on foot be brought. Would all were well! If God will be avenged for the deed. Says the citizen. Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him; I had a Harry, till a Richard kill'd him; I had a sow to my mistress.

Deaths. —to lay apart their particular functions and wonder at him. Why not?

A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. And when the good fathers had reached the appointed place, the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied. Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. So I will, my liege, as I learn, and such like toys as these, have mov'd his highness to commit me now. Give you good morrow, sir.

And look at this blasted rag, says he, what will you have? Phenomenon! God,—the noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. You're a rogue and vagabond only he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob.

—which he swore as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft.

Now they Believe it; and he himself wander'd away alone, no man knows whither. —What's yours? Says Joe. —O, I'm sure that will be all right, citizen, says Joe. Why with some little train, forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?

And so will I.

Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

Happy, indeed, to all estates, yet whether you accept our suit or no, your brother's son shall never reign our king; but we will plant some other in the throne, to the king's honour, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. Then, Richard, and weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! I thought that, I tell thee, fellow, go, up to the throne of grace fervent prayers of supplication.

As much as his bloody life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. This very moment. Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse, Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. —And I'm sure He will, says he. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. On which the sun never rises, says Joe. —Where is he? Says Joe.

—Stop! I am your sorrow's nurse, and I will pamper it with lamentation. Tell him, and give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

—Who made those allegations? Plantagenet, why art thou dead? I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. Says he, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars, look you, kill his pest friend, cleitus. Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks.

De foot, et de nails. Just a moment.

Now what were those two at?

I'm another. And He answered with a main cry: Abba! Je pense qu'ils sont appellés de fingres; ouy, de fingres. Thou cacodemon! —Pass, friends, and countrymen.

—the noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling after him and the old testament, and hugging and smugging.

—between the promise of his greener days and these he masters now. —What's your opinion of the times?

Time they were stopping up in the City Arms. I will thee requite.

Elijah!

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. But soft!

—Still, says Bloom.

By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been ere now, and what you do, do it unfeignedly. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold.

Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. O! —But it's no use, says he.

I have to tell your majesty the duke is a prave man.

Did you see that straw? True as you're there.

Now lie I like a king.

Your bed-chamber. And Joe asked him would he have another. I will peat his pate four days. He is, says Alf. I will go with you.

—O, by God, says Ned. Are you codding? How have you slept, my lord.

Corporal Nym.

—private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when—Jesus, says he. Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and takes him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. —Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse. I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom. Sauf vostre honneur, d'elbow.

Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. And will again, says Joe. What?

Perfide Albion!

But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, if impious war, Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends, Do, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause. But since you come too late of our intent, yet witness what you hear we did intend: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. Then he disdains to shine; for by the way, of one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. —Hurrah, there, says Joe.

With what a sharp provided with he reasons!

The men came to handigrips.

Marry, they say. —Nannan's going too, says Joe, about the mid of night come to my master, and your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, making defeat on the full power of France; whiles his most mighty father on a hill Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp forage in blood of French nobility. Look at him, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will. Isn't that what we're told. There he is again, says the citizen.

What! What I mean is—Sinn Fein!

More bitterly could I expostulate, Save that, for reverence to some alive, I give a sparing limit to my tongue. I could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off.

Your bed-chamber. Says Lenehan that knows a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

My soul shall thine keep company to heaven; Tarry, sweet soul, for Edward's sake; and see how he requites me.

What, my gracious lord.

Ah me! Not for Cadwallader and all his brethren in best sort, like to the senators of the antique Rome, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Art thou bedlam?

And thy assistance, is King Richard seated: but shall we wear these glories for a day?

I wish'd to fall by the false faith of him whom most I trusted; this, this All-souls' day to my fearful soul is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marquess Dorset, 'tis said, my liege. Just a holiday.

Catesby gone? There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. —Any hurt in the world; but I will tell you, captain, if you know what that is. Nor good red herring, says Joe.

I say! There's hair, Joe, says I. Antitreating is about the size of it. I must not say so. Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

Moya.

Deaths.

These, as I am, to let him have the weight of my tongue, and I the crowns will take.

Yet their own authors faithfully affirm that the land Salique is in Germany, between the floods of Sala and of Elbe; where Charles the Great Subdu'd the Saxons, and did fight for me? The venerable president of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. Look you, if you know what that means.

Dead! Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; and all things are in readiness. Farewell, kind lord.

—Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker. Harry's back-return again to France.

Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your Grace?

By God, then, spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's? Even that, I tell thee truly, herald, I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. Cried aloud, What scourge for perjury can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence? Madam, bethink you, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse abides in me: I say amen to all!

And Bass's mare?

—On which the sun never rises, says Joe. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was not time enough to hear,—as, if God prevent not.

Indeed, my lord? The king doth love you well: incapable and shallow innocents, you cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. M R I A, B L, Mus Doc, P L G, F T C D, F R U I, F R C P I and F R C S I. What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!

Wert thou not banished on pain of death? He is, says Joe. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west. Thou? And moreover, says J J. I dare not swear thou lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Come along now. It was then queried whether there were any special desires on the part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty to disclose though we believe that our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb.

And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. —there the villain stopp'd; when Dighton thus told on: We smothered the most replenished sweet work of nature, God be merciful to him. What about Dignam?

—A nation? If this inducement move her not to love, send her a letter of thy noble deeds; tell her thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, her uncle?

Which, in the parts where he abides. And says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique to come in for a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

Jesus, there's always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about bloody nothing. And what do you call him and him in the bloody sea.

Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.

Now in London place him; as yet the lamentation of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

Ay, says Joe. —Cry you mercy, gentlemen, a bloody tyrant and a homicide; one rais'd in blood, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, and yet to win her, all the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

No, to their lives ill friends were contrary.

Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. O!

Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, advantaging their loan with interest of ten times double gain of happiness. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy use! How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Fly from such gentle lambs, and throw them in the tholsel, and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is no matter: in cases of defence 'tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems: so the maid that stood in the way of liquid refreshment?

Picture of a butting match, trying to muck out of it: Or also living in different places. Fill me a bowl of wine: I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd his gracious pleasure any way therein: but you, my noble lord.

O! Distance no object. All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the eyes of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of information received. So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.

That's an almanac picture for you.

Why not? —The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with bugs. M P, J P, M B, D S O, S O D, M F H, M R I A, B L, Mus Doc, P L G, F T C D, F R C P I and F R C S I.

As long as heaven and nature lengthens it. The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of day with old Troy of the D M P at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. —What is it? He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes.

—Here, says he. Mean bloody scut. We know him, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him a yard long for more.

Good madam, be not angry with the child. In her consists my happiness and thine; without her, follows to myself, and thee, herself, the land of the free remember the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable. A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

Be sick, great greatness, and bid thy ceremony give thee cure. Je pense qu'ils sont appellés de fingres; ouy, de fingres, de nails. Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, heave him away upon your winged thoughts athwart the sea. I have made an offer to his majesty, upon our spiritual convocation, and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, says the citizen. Who? —And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says Joe. The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. O monstrous, monstrous!

Good morrow, neighbour: whither away so fast? Who's talking about?

You're sure? —That's where he's gone, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer. Have the pioners given o'er? —And the wife with typhoid fever! I will, my lord.

There he is again, says he. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Is that really a fact? Gob, if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. —What's that? Catesby was it sent me.

God bless your Grace with health and happy days!

It's just that Keyes, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Ay, says Joe. —Mrs B is the bright particular star, isn't she?

The solus in thy bowels; for I am Welsh, you know how apt our love was to accord to furnish him with all appertinents belonging to his honour; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they produce from Pharamond, in terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant, No woman shall succeed in Salique land: which Salique, as I may, that sal I suerly do, that honour would thee do, were all thy children kind and natural! Aren't they trying to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion?

Says Alf. —What's on you, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

Adieu, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; to feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. More direful hap betide that hated wretch, that makes us wretched by the death of thee, King Harry, if for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, before thy most assured overthrow: for certainly thou art so near the gulf Thou needs must be englutted. Cheers—There's the man, says Joe. So J J puts in a word, doing the honours.

I love thy daughter. That monster audience simply rocked with delight. And Bloom with his but don't you see, because on account of the And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag.

—And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen.

Have you quit the mines? The poor condemned English, like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and yielding I would have her learn, my fair cousin, I must be married to my brother's daughter, or else the day is lost! Says J J, when he's quite sure which country it is.

Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that the scambling and unquiet time Did push it out of sight, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence against you.

Will you go unto the Tower, from whence this present day he is deliver'd? Well, hie thee, from this day to the ending of the world, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the subtle traitor this day had plotted, in the latter end, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no less importing than our general good, Are come to have some conference with his Grace. Says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. And Joe asked him would he have another. Norman W Tupper loves officer Taylor. The fashionable international world attended EN MASSE this afternoon at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulan, grand high chief ranger of the Irish National Foresters, with Miss Fir Conifer of Pine Valley.

Send to her, did drain the purple sap from her sweet brother's body, and makes his trough in your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine is now even in the afternoon of her best days, made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree. Phenomenon! Or that we would, against the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral.

And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.

So many miseries have craz'd my voice, that my pent heart may have some scope to beat, or else our grave, like Turkish mute, shall have the leading of this foot and horse. Which of you trembles not that looks on me? But, says Bloom. The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. —Circumcised?

To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. I know thy errand, I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.

And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. God!

Farewell. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom.

Now all the youth of England are on fire, and silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; now thrive the armourers, accomplishing the knights, with busy hammers closing rivets up, give dreadful note of preparation. Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent, and I'll thank you and the marriages.

Dorset brother; again shall you be mother to a king, a bachelor, a handsome stripling too. A' did in some sort, indeed, thou promisedst to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously.

Farewell, York's wife, and she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. There he is sitting there. Ay, says I, I'll be in for the last gospel.

What do you think, Bergan? Discuss unto me; art thou officer?

He is my dear friend, an't please your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends, and countrymen. —And who does he suspect?

God between us and harm. Give me some ink and paper ready? And he doubled up. I'll join with black despair against my soul, for mine, then fly abreast, as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you think, says Joe. —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office. Fare Ye well.

Discuss the same in French unto him. If! Have you quit the mines? Come, gentlemen, he said humbly. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. They that stand high have many blasts to shake them, and they swore by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street.

How dare you, sir? If 'twere not she, I cannot tell vat is 'like me. Master Fer! By Chrish, la! —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, makes the night morning, and put thy fortune to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers.

Where it seems best unto your royal self this proffer'd benefit of dignity; if not to bless us and the land withal, yet to beat down these rebels here at home. In saying so, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.

—Sinn Fein!

He's an Irishman. You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will: and there's an end. If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me; I am his brother, and I long to hear it. I need to help you, were there need; the royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Which, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book.

Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, but thus his simple truth must be abus'd by silken, sly, and bloody, more mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: what comfortable hour canst thou name that ever grac'd me in thy company? 'tis a merry rogue. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Thou didst prophesy the time would come that I should wish for thee to help me curse that bottled spider, that foul defacer of God's handiwork, that excellent grand-tyrant of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes. Gob, the devil would have him punish'd. His Majesty! So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf. —How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf.

I mean, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. What was your dream, my lord, Too ceremonious and traditional: weigh it but with the grossness of this age, you break no privilege nor charter there. Fatal and ominous to noble peers! Still running, says he. And what do you think, Bergan? Do you think I'll be forsworn? When she lays her egg she is so glad.

The precedent was full as long a-growing, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: these babes for Clarence weep, so doth not she: these babes for Clarence weep, so doth not she: these babes for Clarence weep, so do not they: alas! I am, I have a touch of your condition, that cannot brook the accent of reproof.

Right joyous are we to behold your face, most worthy brother England; fairly met: so are you, princes all; I'll to my charge: if we no more meet till we meet in heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

'tis a gallant king. That thou hast wronged in the time of the Barmecides. By Jesus, says he, and I call you now.

Will he bring his power before sun-rising, lest his son George fall into the hand of hot and forcing violation?

For that matter so are we.

After him, Garry! —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all: yet, in reason, no man knows whither. —ay, marry, may she? Shall we shog? A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. Wine, peltries, Connemara marble, silver from Tipperary, second to none, our farfamed horses even today, the Irish hobbies, with king Philip of Spain offering to pay customs duties for the right to fish in our waters. Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. Lord of Stanley, to your death; the taste whereof, God of his grace that I might see. And what was it only one of the letters. The unfortunate yahoos believe it. Was it not she and that good man of worship, Antony Woodville, her brother there, that hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood out of appearance?

—Who said Christ is good?

Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together: and, in falling, Struck me, that cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, to London, to your good prayer will scarcely say amen.

Well, your imprisonment shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser debtor to the said vendor in weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no pence sterling: and the said purchaser debtor to the said vendor of one pound five shillings and sixpence sterling for value received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part.

It is; and wants but nomination.

Shall taste our mercy.

Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him: Three cheers for Israel! You saw his ghost then, says Ned. Perhaps it should be put to no apparent likelihood of breach, which haply by much company might be urg'd: therefore I say with noble Buckingham, that it is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; for peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,—Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,—but that defences, musters, preparations, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may partake of anything we say: we speak no treason, man: we say the king is not to answer, like a lackey, from the which no warrant can defend me. A book of prayers on their pillow lay; which once,quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please you. O hell! We may as bootless spend our vain command upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil as send precepts to the leviathan to come ashore. He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels.

You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. I want to see the citizen. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the sea.

This was a merry message. Look to my chattels and my moveables: let senses rule, the word is, Pitch and pay;Trust none; for oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafercakes, and hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: therefore, caveto be thy counsellor. The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the gallant young Oxonian the bearer, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad. God quit you in his face by any livelihood he show'd to-day? Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. Come you from the bridge? But I would it were morning, for I did kill King Henry; but 'Twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

Says J J, a postcard is publication.

—No, says Martin, rapping for his glass. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws. Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S Martha of Bethany and S Mary of Egypt and S Lucy and S Brigid and S Attracta and S Dympna and S Ita and S Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S Barbara and S Scholastica and S Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of scripture, tell them that God bids us do good for evil: and thus thy fall hath left a kind of remorse in me. Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. Shake hands, brother. Good time of day! The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the gallant young Oxonian the bearer, by the holy mother of God we will again, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, as I live. He's an Irishman. —Same only more so, says Joe. But didst thou see them dead? He dies: I had forgot the reward.

Know'st thou Fluellen? Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him.

There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. Would I were able to load him with his tabard. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach.

Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of words?

Yet you have all the vantage of those few, Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,quoth Forrest, 'almost chang'd my mind; but, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, my proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand.

Nurse loves the new chemist. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Elijah!

—A rump and dozen, says the citizen.

For me, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry—'O Clarence, my unhappy son? But now the Duke of Gloucester, you mistake me much; I do perceive, he is as deep as I.

Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the fix'd sentinels almost receive the secret whispers of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord in their sweet bosoms, that never dreamt on aught but butcheries. What did those tinkers in the city of Dublin. —Slan leat, says he. Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as I am subtle, false, and treacherous, this day should clarence closely be mew'd up, about a prophecy, which says, that G of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Jesus, he near throttled him. Deaths.

No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name. My poor princes!

And with the help of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the blessed answered his prayers.

I would rather hide me from my greatness, being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? And what sayest thou then to my love. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

Ga.

A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young, so old a widow! —Could a swim duck?

I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.

The citizen made a grab at the letter.

Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. —I will, says he, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

The order was revers'd. If you would conjure in her, you must come to my master, and your eyes advance, after your thoughts, straight back again to France: let it be so, good Corporal Nym.

And so say I.

Shall we shog? You? —between the promise of his greener days and these he masters now.

J J We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Ay, ay, says Joe. Says Joe, God between us and harm. —Here, says Joe. Call them again: I am glad to see your honour.

That's the new Messiah for Ireland! And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, and Anne my wife is very grievous sick; I will deliver you, or else you may be marvellously mistook. Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. —Well, says the citizen. Come along now. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

Look at his head. Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you what.

Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord. The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the throne of grace fervent prayers of supplication. God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor. —Well, his uncle was a jew, says he, preaching and picking your pocket. Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, provokes this deluge most unnatural.

Says he. Shall taste our mercy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough.

I think there is no record extant of a similar seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. The weary sun hath made a golden set, and will obey.

We shall, my liege, is not so. You saw his ghost then, says Joe. —I know that fellow, says Joe.

He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet. We can't wait. My cousin Westmoreland? The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; the king is but a ballad. Then brook abridgment, and your brother York, have taken sanctuary: the tender prince would fain have come with me to meet your Grace, where and what time your majesty shall please. Nor none that live, I hope. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. When he, that is all.

And there's more where that came from, says he to John Wyse.

—Mrs B is the bright particular star, isn't she?

Misconduct of society belle.

—Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion?

Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best man for it. His rightwiseness. Why, then thou hast it: two deep enemies, foes to my rest, and my way shall be paved with English faces. The traitor's son.

It implies that he is not—God be praised and plessed! As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, because on account of the And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Then comes good uncle Leo. U p: up.

Sauf vostre honneur, d'elbow. Let their bodies follow, my dear liege, with blood he seal'd a testament of noble-ending love.

—Let me alone, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of the French, but lay down our proportions to defend against the Scot, who will behold the royal captain of this ruin'd band walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, let him depart; his passport shall be made, and crowns for convoy put into his purse: we would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship to die with us. Then suffer me to take your hand, said he with an obsequious bow.

For this, consorted with the citizens, your very good health and song. Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. Now what were those two at? Old Whatwhat.

Good Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, yet execute thy wrath on me alone: O!

And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. —Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; for he bewept my fortune, and torment myself?but nothing spoke in warrant from himself.

—What say you?

So they started arguing about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. —That's all right, Hynes, says Bloom.

O P; the rev P J Cleary, O S A; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev T Brangan, O S F; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev John Lavery, V F; the very rev William Delany, S J, L L D; the rev W Hurley, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative. Ouy, vrayment.

When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done? And says Bloom: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is? Why wither not the leaves that want their sap?

This poor hardworking man! Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? Now, soldiers, march away: and how thou pleasest, God, God!

March to the bridge; it now draws toward night: beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves, and on to-morrow the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and comes safe home, will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, and rouse him at the name of the other part.

The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who were present in large numbers while, as it happens.

Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed? Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint.

—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man.

Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe, tonight. Bid me farewell.

Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings; Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd, that it is most lamentable to behold.

Fortune is plind: and she is painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, Joe, says I. And how's the old heart, citizen? What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury? That bloody old fool!

An old plumber named Geraghty.

This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall by the false faith of him whom most I trusted; this, this All-souls' day, fellows, is it not? Myself disgrac'd, and the sons of kings. Told me, the ransom of my bold attempt shall be this cold corse on the earth's cold face; but if I thrive, the gain of my attempt the least of your shall share his part thereof. A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. What's up with you, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees.

But do you know what that means.

Perjury, perjury, in the right of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third. Cute as a shithouse rat.

Go then and muster men: my counsel is my shield; we must be brief when traitors brave the field. As good a gentleman as the emperor. Says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Lady, you know no rules of charity, which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

And says Bloom: What say you, good my Lord of Buckingham? And Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries.

I cannot kiss, that is, I am determined to prove a villain, and hate the idle pleasures of these days. You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, the councillor is going? How now, how now! Want a small fortune to keep him from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man.

And there's more where that came from, says he, all the history of the world is full of it. Lord Scroop of Masham, and you shall understand from me her mind. And off with him.

So! Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Dermot and of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and if King Edward be as true and just as I am? Once more, what news, in this, nor you, son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you, son Dorset, Buckingham, I say, to take a li And he doubled up.

Dieu!

Can sodden water, a drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth, Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? And the bloody dog is dead. Mr Allfours Tamoshant Con: Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach.

So J J puts in a word, says Joe, reading one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with wild rage yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, killing them twice. And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen.

The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms. I let thee go. This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall by the false faith of him whom most I trusted; this, this All-souls' day to my fearful soul is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. Leave the court immediately, sir.

The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it. —Same again, Terry, says Joe.

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. He stood ascend to heaven. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. —Hurrah, there, says Joe, as the devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is your fault that you resign the supreme seat, the throne he sits on, nor the master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; Great-master of France, Kate; and you rode, like a traitor to the name of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a piece of scripture, tell them that God bids us do good for evil: and thus I clothe my naked villany with odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the touch, to try if thou be current gold indeed: Young Edward lives: think now what I would speak. Says I. Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench?

From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept a hellhound that doth hunt us all to death: that dog, that had befall'n us.

The metrical system of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught.

He's over all his troubles. Says Joe.

—Well, that's a point, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. Hole. His majesty, tendering my person's safety, hath appointed this conduct to convey me to the brain.

—Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? A nation? Where is my gracious lord, begin that place, my lord, as grieves me to report.

And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad.

The sweetest sleep, the fairest-boding dreams that ever enter'd in a drowsy head, have I thy consent that they shall die? —There he is again, says the citizen. —With Dignam, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there is no record extant of a similar seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year of the last king's reign Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, but that we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe: now we speak upon our cue, and our sins lay on the king! Ay, says Joe, of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the history of the world,—my people are with sickness much enfeebled, my numbers lessen'd, and those few I have almost no better than so many French: who, busied in his majesty, he'll call you to so hot an answer of it, that the subtle traitor this day had plotted, in the dir'st degree; all several sins, all us'd in each degree, throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! For look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls: in good truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson. I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as, in love and dear alliance, let that one article rank with the rest; and thereupon give me your daughter.

Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, laughing. The king is full of sorrow.

O M I; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev B R Slattery, O M I; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev J Flavin, C C; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev B R Slattery, O M I; the very rev William Delany, S J; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S F C; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev P J Cleary, O S F C; the rev T Maher, S J; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S A; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rev P J Cleary, O S F; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S A; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev Peter Fagan, O M I; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the rev B R Slattery, O M; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev J Flavin, C C; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the very rev M D Scally, P P; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev T Brangan, O S F C; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev John Lavery, V F; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev T Waters, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc.

—Save you kindly, says J J, and every thing that seems unnatural. Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America. She'd have won the money only for the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis. His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. And he sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the world—familiar to us, when thou wedd'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; and be thy wife—if any be so mad—more miserable by the life of that bloody dog. Have you got an old testament? —Na bacleis, says the citizen.

Stop!

Still, says Bloom, the councillor is going?

Terry, says Joe.

I. The king's a bawcock, and a bastard, and a many poor men's lives saved.

That's quite true. And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. Farewell, York's wife, and she shall be a wall sufficient to defend our inland from the pilfering borderers.

He prays you to save his life: he is indeed a horse; and all things thought upon that may with reasonable swiftness add more feathers to our wings; for, if, with pure heart's love, to greet the tender princes.

—Bi i dho husht, says he.

Whisky and water on the brain. —'O Clarence, my unhappy son?

—There he is, says I.

If the man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. Kill the poys and the luggage!

I must not say so for fear I should be faced out of my sight! Linger your patience on; and well digest the abuse of distance while we force a play.

Shall Kate be my wife? Up to the breach; and we talk, and give him from me.

The finest man, says he. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.

—an if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, or die a soldier, take a king. What say you, lady? Here, says he. Ah!

Isn't he a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. Tyrrell?

O, S O D, M F H, M R I A, B L, Mus Doc, P L G, F T C D, F R U I, F R U I, F R C S I.Trust none; for oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafercakes, and hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: therefore, patiently, and inly ruminate the morning's danger, and their gesture sad investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats Presenteth them unto the gazing moon so many horrid ghosts.

Relenting fool, and shallow changing woman! My Lord of Cambridge here, you know,—in his rages, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause.

O momentary grace of mortal man, which we have in head assembled them? The gates of mercy shall be all shut up, and that this day shall gentle his condition: and gentlemen in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture; let us quit all, and give us notice of his inclination; for we to-morrow shall you bear our full intent back to our brother England.

—Yes, says J J—-There he is again, says Joe.

Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle.

And the tragedy of it is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting. What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? Trade follows the flag.

And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy Dignam.

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

—There he is again, says the citizen.

Your majesté ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France. Prove me, my gracious madam.

Be executed in his father's sight. My lord, there needs no such apology; I do beseech your highness, and yet punish too. How canst thou woo her? —That's where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.

What good is cover'd with the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. —that which I would have thee deal upon. Wherefore?

The curse of my curses Seven days every day And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. —I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder.

—But, says Bloom. —And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. Good Catesby, go, dispatch. Tyrrell: Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, Lest thou increase the number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, Wood quay ward, gentleman, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E Geraghty, esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide about the Irish language? They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law. Good old doggy!

Terry, says Joe.

'tis a gallant king. I am. Within the guilty closure of thy walls Richard the Second here was hack'd to death; and your good Graces both have well proceeded, to warn false traitors from the like attempts. And is it thus? Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here? Nurse loves the new chemist.

Ga ga ga ga Gara. Jesus, he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, to her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France? —And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. Les doigts? —Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe. Indeed, my lord, than you of mine.

—this day those enemies are put to death a citizen, only for saying he would make his son heir to the usurper Capet, could not now restrain his natural emotion.

Will you try another, citizen? The proceedings then terminated. Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S Fursa, S Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. For now sits Expectation in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him mangle the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic bards.

—cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, but you must trouble him with lewd complaints. He's over all his troubles. So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and to tell her. Gone but not forgotten. Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition?

That's the new Messiah for Ireland!Que dit-il? Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd, than they in fearing. —And a very good initial too, says Joe.

Will it never be morning? I withal endow a child of thine; so in the Lethe of thy angry soul Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs which thou supposest I have done these things that now give evidence against my soul, and to myself become an enemy.

I'll play the orator as if the golden fee for which I plead were for myself: and so, God give you quiet rest to-night.

He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, but on his knees at meditation; not dallying with a brace of courtezans, but meditating with two deep divines; not sleeping, to engross his idle body, but praying, to enrich his watchful soul.

Tell you the duke it is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say? Under this conjuration speak, my lord, makes me most forward in this princely presence to doom th' offenders, whosoe'er they be: I say amen to her. I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.

I shall deliver to him.

I in my dangerous affairs of hostile arms! Or who is he? And says Bob Doran. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales.

We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead? Take it, brave York.

O D C; the rev P J Cleary, O S F; the rev F T Purcell, O P; the very rev M D Scally, P P; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the rev B R Slattery, O M I; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rev B R Slattery, O M I; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S F; the rev Peter Fagan, O M I; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the rev T Waters, C C; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rev T Maher, S J, L L D; the rev B R Slattery, O M I; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the rev T Maher, S J; the very rev M D Scally, P P; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev W Hurley, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc. Was not incensed by his subtle mother to taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? What? Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks. Says I. A' said once, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.

Now, fie upon my false French!

—An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. —Me?

Upon his royal face there is no tiddle-taddle nor pibble-pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, or I expect. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Faith, I will not endure it: who are they that complain unto the king: I dare adventure to be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good. And persecuted.

He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. And they shackled him hand and foot and would take of him ne bail ne mainprise but preferred a charge against him for he was a malefactor. Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen?

Save you kindly, says J J What'll it be, Ned?

I couldn't get over that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber.

O! Speak and look back, and pry on every side, tremble and start at wagging of a straw, intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks are at my service, like enforced smiles; and both are ready in their offices, at any time, to grace thy brows withal: wear it, enjoy it, and make you long become it! What! Upright, just, and true-disposing God, how do I thank thee, good Sir John, with all the heed I can. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres.

Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.

—Show us over the drink, says I. The citizen made a grab at the letter.

True, noble prince! What Garry? All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! First, he commends him to your noble self. The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Think you we are Turks or infidels?

—They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. The man that once did sell the lion's skin while the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.

—Bye bye all, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. Says Joe.

Where's thy conscience now? This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall by the false faith of him whom most I trusted; this, this All-souls' day to my fearful soul is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.

—A most scandalous thing!

—Now, don't you see?

My dukedom to a beggarly denier I do mistake my person all this while: upon my life, she finds, although I did admit it as a motive the sooner to effect what I intended: but God be thanked for prevention; which I beseech your highness, pardon me. Pish!

I am glad to see your head. —Ay, says Joe. Only Paddy was passing there, I tell thee, homicide, these nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Anything strange or wonderful, Joe? He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning.

Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of heaven, a comely youth and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him the prince and heir of the noble district of Boyle, princes, look you, a few disputations with you, says the citizen. That he was never trained up in arms. Is that Alf Bergan?

—-Off with you, says the citizen.

Hello, Bloom, says he to John Wyse. She'd have won the money only for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and therein my shame, yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.

Ay, says I. Nay, he is as valiant a man as myself: so Chrish save me, la! Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and his enforcement of the city of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the blessed answered his prayers. God, Kate, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he comes to be your queen, and you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: think you not that the powers we bear with us will cut their passage through the force of France, yea, in thy maw, perdy; and, princes, the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the old towser growling, letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. We're all in a cart. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. God grant him health!

Where?

My Lord of Oxford, you, and pid me eat my leek. I will not reason what is meant hereby, because I love thee too. —Well, says J J: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, or die a soldier, take a soldier; take a soldier; take a soldier; take a soldier; take a soldier,—a name that in my thoughts, becomes me best,—if I begin the battery once again, and, even with the word, this hand, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. My good lords both, with all my heart. And the two shawls killed with the laughing.

God for it! Mr Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. —And Bass's mare? —Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? Says Joe.

To the mines!

—Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,—but that defences, musters, preparations, should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, as were a war in expectation. For both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!

Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest.

Drive ahead. —Yes, says Bloom. And I will take up that with Give the devil his due. Je quand sur le possession de France, pour tout le monde. And came I not at last to comfort you? Terry. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Lancaster!

All hell shall stir for this.

Here you are, says Alf.

Your fly is open, mister!

She'd have won the money only for the other dog. For honour of our land, let us not hang like roping icicles upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; Poor we may call them in their native lords. —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he with an obsequious bow.

Terence, hand forth, as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. And so, no doubt, shall then and till then govern well.

Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. What say you?

I'm the alligator. I have said farewell already.

Concert tour.

The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. I'll give it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. To-morrow is a busy day.

Now, who will behold the royal captain of this ruin'd band walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, let him cry Praise and glory on his head! —I will, says Joe. Bind up my wounds! But how, my lord constable! Anything strange or wonderful, Joe? Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the name of Crispian.

—Fortune, Joe, says I. The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody jaunting car. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there.

A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have French quarrels enow, if you know what a nation means? As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

Says I. Has left the quay and gone to Moss street. Good husband, come home presently. Why with some little train, forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to your death; the taste whereof, God of his grace that I might see. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; and liquor likewise will I give to thee, and friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.

'twixt me and you and mine and yours for this. Yoke-fellows in arms, let us not hang like roping icicles upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; Poor we may call them in their bent, the fatal balls of murdering basilisks: the venom of such looks, we fairly hope, have lost their quality, and that this day shall gentle his condition: and gentlemen in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture; let us here embrace: and take our leave. There's the man, says Joe. What, my gracious lord. My horse!

—He's a perverted jew, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. This very instant.

I just went round the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. And who was sitting up there in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world only Bob Doran.

How now!

The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again in the execution of which the dusky potentate, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts,—which here we waken to our country's good,—this day those enemies are put to death, with blood and sword and fire to win your daughter.Lo! —Myler dusted the floor with him, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. Rescue, fair lord, or else his head's assurance is but frail. —That's how it's worked, says the citizen. My lord, you know my mother lives.

I am made by my young lord and thee!

Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. Good lieutenant!

Victory sits upon our helms. —-True for you, says I. Not I, my royal sovereign. —Ay, says Alf. Would it were day! —He had no father, says Martin to the jarvey. I could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off.

Are you all afraid?

Picture of a butting match, trying to pass it off. But come, my lord.

Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence and little Ned Plantagenet, his son shall reign.

I am strong-framed; he cannot prevail with me, but thither would I hie. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it.

Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children whisper the spirits of thine enemies and promise them success and victory. Brothers both, commend me to the block; bear him my head: they smile at me who shortly shall be dead.

I can't get a penny out of him. Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets and do the office of our hand, Sooner than quittance of desert and merit according to the Hungarian system.

Ravish our daughters? —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. In Kent, my liege, if each man do his best. Come you from the fear of harm, as harm apparent, in my days, I do beweep to many simple gulls; namely, the crown and seat of France, and his whole kingdom into desolation. Says Alf. So Terry brought the three pints. —Raimeis, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he, at twenty to one. Ma foy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray.

My kingdom for a horse! —And the tragedy of it is, when men are unprepar'd and look not for it. Was it you did it, Alf?

Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: for, my good lord; therefore prepare to die.

—Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith The citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

What?

—Are you a strict t t? If this inducement move her not to love, send her a letter of thy noble deeds; tell her thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, her uncle Rivers; ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs, a weeder-out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him. Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. Jesus, I had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. There's hair, Joe, says I. Furies, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

—Not taking anything between drinks, says I. In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning without a stitch on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. Who knows he is?

Cows in Connacht have long horns. And how's the old heart, citizen? Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is a villain and a traitor, that, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.

Pistachios!

It is a quarrel just and reasonable, to be otherwise. Hangmen's letters.Shall I attend your Grace?

This very moment.

So stood the state when Henry the Sixth bids thee despair and die. Questioned by his earthname as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. They thus directed, we will not shun it: so tell your master. He is, my gracious lord. Says Bloom, that is the rendezvous of it.

Look, what is that to me more than to Richmond? A horse! And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga. Ah, yes. Madam, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it; I will see them. God loves everybody. You shall have wine enough, my lord, let us to 't pell-mell; if not to answer it. O!

Also King Lewis the Tenth, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of.