#who comes back from portugal on brian's orders

[therealsaintscully]

June 12, 1965: A spokesman of the British government announces the Beatles have been named to the MBE. `Daily Mirror' headline: `Beatles, MBE!'. Morning: Beatles parents receive flowers sent by Brian. Morning: Brian is interviewed on BBC's Light Programme `Late Night Extra' by telephone from his Blackpool hotel room. Later, Brian flies from Blackpool to London and then drives to Weybridge to collect John, who is very late for the press conference. Lunchtime: press conference at Twickenham Film Studios. Brian attends. Paul affirms that MBE must stand for `Mister Brian Epstein'. [x]

Every anecdote here is *chef's kiss*

[the-firebird69]

There's a couple of things going on today it's Tuesday and we are beginning our approach on purchasing the oil companies and they're pretty hefty these things are big and he thinks we're not ready and we are ready and he's going to go to the meetings with a stupid s***** and grin and we're going to take him out and take his stuff it was tired of this low life jackass and we also taking territory last night we continue the second five in the Midwest assault and we are ripping out the first five fully and it's a large area it's probably the area of two states scattered around and as we're ripping and pulling out we are noticing that people here I talking about it some of them as it's happening but they're getting it through illegal means or second hand and finding people watching it on video first hand and it looks well defined ever seen Giants they are seeing Giants pull these things out and they're sending teams out there today and they will be at devil's Tower and they will be at monument valley and they will be in Montana and Kansas and also Tunisia and the Alps and other areas where they suspect they are and they're going to be investigating what they are and trying to take them over and infighting because they can see what they can do.

There's more things happening here and they're going on now and we will mention it

-well unless we have to take care of business all the time and it's tedious I'm going to start going to the source and we're going to the backup of theirs all the time because it takes too much time to continuously do this and his people are strapped in their the best at it and he needs them and it's deplorable we're moving out and we're getting things done we are also taking tons of territory tons of it probably we would take another three or four Spain and Portugal's today but overall it's going to be a huge game because of the warlock.

-her son is large several requests to people in general and they are having a serious effect on what's happening people are noticing that people don't want him to have money but the quasi empire and the empire are not really stopping it that much because they're so fed up with these idiots who don't want them to have anything either and it's a huge war between people and it's between warlock and mostly the trumpsters are stopping it and they're getting killed very large numbers because of the money order idea there's a huge number of money orders being cut and those money orders are going out and they're going to try and find us and what bank and where by tracing down who cashes a check and it's going to be a nightmare for them because they'll say this is not him right here but he has a lawyer and Hera has signatory power and has signed our agreement that if we cannot get him the money to put it into a charity in the local area where it came from. And we're going to go ahead with that now because we have a stack and it's a new one. Is a massive and we have to process it at the bank processing facility you can't bring it to the branches and it's gigantic this is a huge load of money it's far too much for us to mention how much and he doesn't get a dime not one penny which is an outrage this president and the cabinet and Camilla have been taking so much weight and pressure and it's ridiculous and he can't believe they're just sitting there listening to these idiots say the stupid crap and we saw that meeting with that idiot said that and we heard booze from the crowd and Brian said it's all right he's speaking his mind I guess and he went up to him and he said you know you're fired right and nobody says that kind of crap to me you're an imbecile and I want you out of here right now or your trespassing it just says it'll just come back and said I'll just keep arresting you and your record is huge already it says so what I don't care if I ever record and people use it and you get weaker and take your people down and you're moron for not knowing that so he's sitting there grinning he says what are you agreeing about we know the status of your robots too and your devices he says nobody knows all that and said you do and people interview all the time cuz you get caught he stopped smiling and he said I'm going to get out of here and try to come back five times and it was arrested each time so you call Mac and you said are you going to try and hold this guy and move him I don't know to the Moon I was an idiots trying to go there clean up whatever's left so they're trying to get him to some sort of prison and to get rid of his assholes he knows what about the eight holes or Marshall Islands a huge a******and we can get all the ships and he's trying to do it to him so he's thinking of us this makes a lot of sense this guy's bait and doesn't mind doing it.

-for the war we are seeking out anyone trying to take his money and you're going to go to prison regardless of who you are and we do see a few people and we do intend on arresting you and it gets bigger but you're going down and this letter incidents where people are intercepting we grab all of them every time and there's fighting all the time there's probably 200 million City area or smaller cities and a big cities like two billion a day who die from it and it's going to go up and that's a lot by the way it adds up pretty quick and it's people who are not clones mostly in this tons of stuff and money and things were gathering and taking from them. And her son says it too he said 1 billionaire going to Western is plenty about 5 a day and each major city going to us is sacrilege and it's caused by John remillard who doesn't get anything and we're carving him out of the investment community and businesses and today we're going to carve them out of oil and it's big oil to be full this is Big oil huge systems and giant facilities the facilities are 100 by 20 miles some of them Giant and the systems are massive this huge rigs out there 10 by 10 miles there's massive miles of pipe I mean you have no idea what this guy is giving up is power and we are going to have all sorts of uranium mines by the end of the week and we're pulling them from this moron and he will be out of the parks by the end of next week completely and Nevada will be clear and part of California of his presence and we will begin to building New Vegas we have huge plans and where salvaging tons of stuff and putting it in our position that we can from Vegas signs and all sorts of memorabilia we're purchasing it he wants us to substitute for the original thing and purchase from people The originals and give them the replicas that we make which are fairly decent people can't tell unless they use magnification equipment that's not digital and it's impossible I think it's a good idea and they'll see the stuff again and want to take it over and take the place over to get the stuff back and we're going to go ahead and try and make that deal and it's Elvis's suit that he's pointing at and it is his and there's other things too Paris Hilton had a wedding down there has a wedding down there and it's at the Bellagio and Tommy f dreams of marrying her and the accident went very badly and he felt bad about it and her son says you can't cry over spilled bill spilled the milk and you can make another one. He started laughing and said she's in there I can make one of those he says make one for me so I can make Giants. Start laughing said this kid is insane and probably do anything I wanted no but he's kind of mean he left with a tear design because of what happened and figured out that she needs rescuing he wants to bring it back to figure out what he can get and he'll be surprised what she says. Anderson says it's Doctor Doom everything is over the damn and it's true.

We're going to Publix before this gets too huge

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

So it says to me why don't I show up at comic Con and I was hiding behind the mask as Dr Doom so I thought it was he sure he says I don't have any money to get there or a way to get there and believe it or not and I'm still a baby and he's making baby gestures it's true too everybody here is a shitted and that's the way it is we kind of getting used to they're being dumb I'm trying to get them out of here but that would be a lot of fun it'd be kind of fruitless he says because he plans to show up like bane send me those big huge bain and dark to do them talking I guess LOL

Tommy f AKA Doctor Doom

[mrepstein]

New Musical Express - Friday June 18, 1965

Salute to the MBEatles!

BY THE EDITOR

Dear John, Paul, George and Ringo:

Congratulations from all NME readers on the honour bestowed on you by the Queen, who saw fit to make you Members of the British Empire for your unprecedented achievement in the history of world show business and winning for Britain the interest of millions of teenagers all over the world.

As always, there have been the knockers who say this award to you is ridiculous. A “Daily Mirror” writer attacked the whole thing and others made sarcastic asides about it. On the other hand, the serious-minded “Daily Telegraph,” in its leader, suggested the honour was not sufficient and you should have received a more generous award, such as a Knighthood.

The Prime Minister, the Member of Parliament for Huyton, Liverpool, recommended you for this honour. And as you admitted on television, you were sent the forms to fill in six weeks ago to say if you wanted an honour.

We’re glad you accepted it. This means that your teenage fans, who made you, can share in the honour. And these days, when teenagers seem only to get bad publicity, how pleasant to have something good happen.

Your ladies will be going with you to Buckingham Palace to the investiture - there are two in July, and others later in the year - and let us hope “baby” lets Maureen go. You’ll be decked out in your finest attire and you’ll have a very happy day. Myra Secombe, wife of Harry, recalled that she was “scared stiff” before the investiture, but after it she felt exhilarated, having seen her husband receive his OBE.

You will come away with silver medals on a pink ribbon, each with a pin to attach it to the left side of your dinner jackets on formal occasions. You may have your medals before the premiers of “Help!”

One final suggestion - if the Queen could not make the presentation personally, wouldn’t it be a fine thing for her teenage son or daughter, Prince Charles or Princess Anne, to do it? That would make it a complete teenage triumph.

AND THE DAY OF THE AWARD THRU’ THE EYES OF Mr. Brian Epstein

NMExclusive

By CHRIS HUTCHINS

The news that the Queen had approved Premier Harold Wilson’s selection of the Beatles for MBEs in her Birthday Honours List was supposedly one of the world’s best-kept secrets. But what a pantomime for Fleet Street, which was told a couple of days before so that Saturday's headlines could be polished up in advance!

And what a night of excitement Friday was as last-minute touches were being added to the stories, pictures were being chosen and Donald Zec of the “Daily Mirror” was sitting back waiting for the reaction to his silly piece decrying the awards.

Brian Epstein flew to Blackpool that night to see Billy J. Kramer and to make the last-minute preparations for the fuss that was about to put the Beatles and himself back on the front pages.

I went with him and this was the schedule: 9 pm: Our aircraft touched down virtually a sword’s touch from Blackpool Tower and we drove to the North Pier theatre. Quipped Epstein on the way: “I wonder if somebody will start a group called the MBEs now?”

10:30: With Billy J. and his Dakotas, we took a cab to our seaside hotel. Passing crowds of holidaymakers, Epstein observed: “It’s so exciting nursing a secret they’ll all be talking about tomorrow.” And then he deliberated on what sort of a spread it would make in the morning papers.

At the hotel he took phone call after phone call from newspapers and news agencies and it was soon obvious that the Beatles were THE news of the night.

10:50: Epstein ordered flowers to be delivered to each of the Beatles’ parents first thing in the morning, with congratulatory notes from himself.

11:20: Phone rang again. It was Paul McCartney from a call box at London airport. He had arrived back from Portugal minutes before the news became official and a day earlier than planned (at the request of his manager). The conversation between the two millionaires was brought to an abrupt end when Paul ran out of change!

Released

12:20 AM: The news had been released and the Fleet Street presses were rolling. Another call - this time from the BBC programme “Light Night Extra” whose listeners learned of the MBE awards first. They also heard Brian say: “It is a tremendous thrill to know that the Queen has honoured the Beatles. It is the first official recognition they have had of the nation’s appreciation.”

8:00 AM: We flew back to London. Dark glasses could not conceal the famous manager’s identity as people before and after the flight grabbed Epstein’s arm and asked him to pass on their congratulations.

The Beatles had agreed to meet the world’s press at Twickenham film studios at lunchtime. The conference was arranged for 1:30 - 2½ hours after the start of their first viewing of the “Help!” film. John Lennon missed the screening and arrived 70 minutes late for the conference, after being fetched from home by his manager.

As the crowd of reporters, photographers and TV men waited and waited, one of them called out “MBEs and they still treat US as suckers!”

At the conference itself the Beatles were frequently asked if being honoured would change their way of life. But if Paul’s unshaven arrival wasn’t enough to convince all concerned, he added: “It doesn’t make me feel any more respectable. I’m still a scruff.”

I asked George how they had first learned they were getting the awards: “Paul was looking through the pile of fan mail in our dressing room a few weeks ago when he came across this envelope that said From the Prime Minister on it. It must have been there at least a couple of days. He opened it and the letter said he was being considered for an award and would he sign the enclosed form. We all said ‘wish we had one,’ dived through the rest of the mail and found we did - one each!”

Asked what they would do with the medals, John said: “I think I’ll have mine made into a bell push so that people have to press it when they come to the house.”

Somebody asked if the Beatles thought Cliff Richard should have got a medal, too. “Yes, a leather one with wooden strings,” quipped George.

And as the bright remarks continued to fly as fast as at any Beatle press conference I have witnessed, their manager stood at the back, arms folded, and beamed as Paul said he thought MBE stood for Mr. Brian Epstein.

[elaniadventuresinlondon]

March 16: God’s Goodness

Greetings my beloved friends and family,

I hope you are all well and finding the goodness of God in everything. This is a late note of gratitude but the feelings are still fresh in my heart. Thank you so much for sending me off with such surprise and love! To Emily + friends who rallied and taught me what it is to be “sent” by the body, that I am not alone but am still connected, and fully loved. To Joyce for hosting and nourishing, always feeding me with more than just food, but with security, presence, comfort and love. To Hubert for releasing more freedom and joy in me to move and praise Him without shame! To Liz, Tiff, Brian, Jon, Gina, Bea, Elkan, Emily and Anna for being the best surprise musical intro to life I have ever stumbled upon. To Nancy, who truly surprised me with presenting such a lavish gift on behalf of the body that I had no idea how supported I really was and providing me comfort in knowing I will be more than just fine.  And I love love love the photo album that you all put together for me. 

I felt lavished by you all and sip on sweet memories that brings refreshment to my soul. I truly was not expecting anything like that. I am overwhelmingly blessed by you all both materially and spiritually. Thank you for your generous gift and dousing me with love and support! I’m so thankful. God is good.

So why did I fly out to London?  

This was the result of a question I had been trying to discern for a few years on how to live a life more aligned to the values He gave me. What do I value? Why am I not living according to my values? What does it mean to follow Him? Where is He leading me? What is he leading me to do? I didn't have a lot of  answers but felt I needed boldness and faith to break free from the norm, and that in order to grow, I needed to trust him more, take bigger risks, and experience more of His goodness.  

Before everyone was experiencing the lockdown, I had been working remotely at home for 10 years and many times felt like a caged bird that stayed in its cage when the door was open for me to fly away. My cage was simply comfort, stability, and control. but even having all those things became empty. God freed me from that cage by having me fired in mid-Feb! 

God is good.

The package deal.

The day after being fired, I was offered to come to London to "build the kingdom" there. I had some missionary friends, Collin and Lyndsey,  who ministered with various tech companies in the heart of London by teaching discipleship training and they also helped disciple believers with former muslims in a Kurdish refugee community in a neighboring city. There was a need for a person with my media skillset,  an opening for a place to live rent-free, and even a possibility of having my expenses covered by one of the projects I would be working on. So I felt like God was giving me a package deal to say yes to living more aligned to His kingdom. After reviewing it with wise counsel, I decided to go for it and bought a one-way flight even while the whole Corona virus was ramping up.

The only thing I had to do was to be willing to give up my lease and be willing to let go of material things and be willing to ask for help - help moving, help giving things up, help me to go. Thankfully my brother-in-law asked to have my bed, my sister was going to be blessed with my car, and my parents let me store my clothes and stuff in their garage! and God provided a friend to take my rental agreement all within a week or so! and every time I thought about turning back, I had plenty of friends give me courage to continue going.

God is good.

God is in the details.

My original flight to London was scheduled to fly out on March 16th at 2:45pm, with a layover in Portugal, and then a short flight to London. I found out that morning that my flight had been cancelled, but felt like the Holy Spirit said "you're going to have to try."  which meant... go to the airport now even though it’s 11am. 

The reality was that I'd have to spend more money, and buy a new flight on a diff airline. Or I could back out and not go, (because I was seriously doubting if I heard God correctly or not, and if we were going to be in lockdown then what difference does it make? Why send me to a country that isn’t handling the corona virus as seriously as other countries? Maybe it’s better for me to be locked down with my parents?) I had a bunch of questions but felt I needed to just be faithful with “trying” to get on the plane. 

God had me name my terms if I were to buy a new flight and I felt I would only buy a new flight if it was under $500, includes my luggage and was refundable and nonstop. Only 2 airlines were still operating: British Airways and United, and I found a United flight for Tues, March 17th that met my check off list, but an hour after buying my ticket a friend told me lockdown goes into effect at midnight and airlines weren’t sure if they’d have to cancel all flights. 

God said to “just ask” to switch flights to depart today.  I ask the lady at the counter and she ultimately says said no, directing me to cancel my ticket and repurchase a flight for today, but the flight I wanted was over $1,000. I feel like well... now what, and I feel God say, “ask again.” So I did and to my complete surprise, the 2nd lady I spoke to just made it happen, no questions asked. I felt like I was handed a golden ticket, and clearance with just enough time to get on my flight. 

Had I been on the original flight I would’ve been stuck in Portugal, as I found out during boarding that the UK was closing it borders to incoming European countries effective at midnight.

God is good. Thank you Lord!

[drcisko]

Brian De Palma - Hi, Mom! (1970) My favorite of the Brian De Palma early works included in the recent Arrow Boxset on De Palma/De Niro, it is a lightly connected sequel to Greetings. The character played by De Niro in Greetings returns here, back from Vietnam and trying to make his Peep Art project come off the ground. Much like Greetings this film is divided into different sections, but unlike Greetings they aren't covering different characters, but different stages of the same character. As an ambitious pronographer/artist attempting to make a voyeuristic porn version of Hitchcock's Rear Window, as a theatre group member and lastly as a self-styled member of the urban guerrilla. The middle section with the Theatre scene in black and white, filmed in a documentary style, is really worth the price of admission to the whole boxset. It's vibrant, kinetic and shocking still today, it is also just as relevant almost 50 years on. De Niro plays a cop in a play called "Be Black Baby" where white patrons are painted black and abused by black actors painted white in order to understand what being black in America is like. De Niro plays the part of the brutal police officer who immediately assumes that the whites now playing blacks are guilty and starts beating on them. Of the three films on the box this is the most politically aware, really on the far left of the spectrum although De Palma's already traditional misogyny is pretty present here. He would soon drop the politics and just stick to voyeurism. Kind of has to be seen. (4/5) #movie #film #cinephile #himom #briandepalma #filmposter #movieposter #poster #robertdeniro #comedy #1970s #arrowvideo #arrow #filmreview #review (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuaGM_Ml_oU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qc1l5r7iyzop

[seanconway1001]

Bike Videos For The Quarantined Soul

After a week or so of practicing safe social isolation, I have exhausted my content, I’ve watched everything important from the past year or so.  I had to go back.  I had to revisit my interests from middle school and high school.  I looked up biking videos.

I used to watch hours and hours of biking videos, and I loved them all.  As a cyclist myself it was easy to put myself in their shoes, which was especially useful in the cold winter months.  With corona removing everything important in my life, topped onto the sad fact that my bike was stolen months ago, rewatching these videos was insanely fun and brought me back to a time in my life that felt so simple.  Endlessly scrolling through Pinkbike before hopping onto my own rig.  Just a man and his bike!

These are my favorite biking videos, in no particular order (unable to pick favorites, I love sparing feelings!).

Martyn Ashton, Road Bike Party

Martyn Ashton is an excellent trials rider who suffered an injury a few years ago that left him paralyzed from the waist down.  Although he had such a tragic accident he has remained positive through it and continues to ride mountain bikes to this day.  I love this video, it showcases the fact that no matter what bike you ride, the most important thing is getting out there and just riding.  Although I said I wouldn’t pick a favorite video, I will say that Ashton’s story is my favorite.

Stevie Churchill, OSS Edit

First off, FUCK Adam 22.  Thankfully his ugg mug is not shown in this video in any capacity.  This video is a simple BMX edit from one of 2014’s best BMX street riders, Stevie Churchill.  It shows Churchill’s technical riding skills while also letting us know that he can huck off a 20 set with no problem. Honestly, I don’t even like BMX edits but I can’t help myself whenever this one comes on, it's a banger down to the music! 

Fabio Wibmer, Fabiolous Escape 2

Fabio is perhaps one of the most promising riders/content creators of the past few years.  His videos are huge in scale, the production value is that of a redbull video, and many of his shooting locations close just so that he can film.  On top of that he is a great freestyler, with the speed and finesse of a downhill rider.  This video in particular shows off his need for speed and absolute “who fucking cares” in regards to sending it.  The first scene of this is him jumping off of a helicopter with his bike in hand, how could you not love it?

Brian Lopes, X-Fusion Part 2

Yeah, this is a sponsored video meant to highlight the suspension on his bike.  But Brian Lopes, often referred to by me as the Lance Armstrong of mountain bikes, is an incredible rider that knows his California trails like the back of his hand.  This video is personable, showing that even though Lopes is a professional rider, he still drinks his espresso and eats his pecan-covered pancakes one at a time, just like the rest of us.  Even better than the suspension that is advertised is his bike frame, an Ibis Mojo 2, an all-mountain monster that has remained a figure in my dreams for years.  While this video doesn’t make me want to buy an X-Fusion fork (eek), it does make me want to hit the trails (and the diners) with Brian! 

Meafroninja, Sea Otter Classic 2014 Edit

No idea how I found these kids, but they fucking rock.  This video focuses on the famed Monterey bike race and all of their shenanigans that came with it.  It features a full suspension road bike, upside-down handlebars, and cased jumps.  Paired with an absolute banger Danny Brown song, this video is the perfect amount of good riding and nonsensical fun that works TOO well.  Check out these other ‘dude’s’ videos too because they are nearly all the same, great riding with even better vibes.

Erik Elstran and Rob Diquattrio, Weirdest Game of BIKE Ever?

These dudes are weird.  I know I said I didn’t like BMX videos but this is a classic.  For the uninitiated, BIKE is the same as the game of SKATE, which is nearly the same as a game of HORSE, one person does a trick and if the other is unable to land it, they get a letter.  While this sounds like a boring concept for a video these guys make it fun.  Some examples of the tricks  they do in this video are “fall forwards”, “break a spoke”, and a “chicken nugget.” One of the riders even has a tattoo of a watch on his wrist!

Aaron Chase, Brian Lopes, Chris Van Dine, Combing Valparaiso's Hills

This GoPro video (I know) is one of the first biking videos I saw that really inspired me to start biking.  Obviously I wasn’t out there doing 12ft wallrides or hauling down hundreds of stairs, but we can all start somewhere!  I have already proclaimed my love for Brian Lopes in this list but he isn't the star of this video.  The rider Chris Van Dine is riding a full downhill rig around the city and he is killing it.  The video is fun, yet showcases these rider’s talents in a serious way.

BONUS: Bruno Sirera, Toti Bicicleta, A Portugese Adventure

Okay, I know this video isn’t a biking video, but Perropro, with the help of Bruno and Toti, will never miss.  Every single video they put out is less of a skating video and more of a travel experience, with skateboards.  Just imagine if Danilo and Anna knew how to ollie.  While the Portugal video is my personal favorite simply because I haven't watched it dozens of times (yet), they also have amazing videos from Paris, China, and Spain. 

-Sean Conway

[031cinephile]

40TH DURBAN INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL - UNITY IN FILM

The Durban International Film Festival turns 40 this year and is once again hosted by the University of KwaZulu-Natal’s Centre for Creative Arts. The Festival officially opens on Thursday 18 July 2019 and runs for 10 days, screening over 150 feature films, documentaries and short films at various venues around Durban, South Africa. As well as offering free screenings, workshops and seminars in the Isiphethu Hub around the making and business of film.

The DIFF, together the 10thDurban FilmMart (DFM), the industry development programme in partnership with the eThekwini Municipality’s Durban Film Office, bring a combined 50 years of film to film-lovers and its hard-working creative industry.

The festival opens this year acclaimed South African director Jahmil X. T. Qubeka’s, Knuckle City a riveting exploration of the psychology of a fighter from the Mdantsane township of South Africa, directed by Jahmil X. T. Qubeka and produced and edited by award-winning Layla Swart of Yellowbone Entertainment, together with Mzansi Magic.

“We are very excited to be opening our 40th edition with this gritty raw film by Jahmil” says Chipo Zhou, Festival Manager. “This is a film which we believe will do very well as a cinema release, with boxing as the means to tell a the story, but its multi-layered narrative will resonate much deeper with audiences than what it appears at first. ”

In Qubeka’s words “It is my intention to capture the essence of life in Mdantsane and the restless pursuit of being a champion within a society that often dictates you are a failure. I am determined with this film to give audiences a glimpse into a world rarely seen, and a deeper understanding of the multi-faceted individuals inhabiting our land.”

A riveting and diverse DIFF programme this year includes 150 films from around the globe, comprising 74 feature films, 25 documentaries and 90 shorts; a community outreach programme, the Wavescapes Surf Film festival with 19 films focussed on surfing and water culture, the Isiphethu Hub a free industry programme for entry-level and emerging filmmakers, and the DFM for intermediate and professional filmmakers which includes the Talents Durban in partnership with the Berlin International Film Festival, a one-day Durban Does Docs documentary conference, a free Creative Corner which offers insights into costumes, make-up and set design, a finance forum for pre-selected film projects to pitch to potential investors and the like, and a full programme of master classes, workshops and seminars.

“The range of films this year reflect a changing, fast-paced world, where issues of identity and belonging, land and immigration, love and pain – find a way to surface and hold a mirror to the world, to either gaze at, engage with or react to,” says Zhou.

Feature films that are in competition this year include a meta-cinema work by director South African directed Roger Young, Love Runs Out, Angus Gibson’s Back of the Moon (South Africa) set in Sophiatown in 1958, Cronofobia (Switzerland) directed by Francesco Rizzi a psychological drama about suspended identity; a Brazilian drama Divine Love (Divino Amor) directed by Gabriel Mascaro tells the story registry office clerk who uses her position at the births, deaths and marriages department to try to dissuade couples from getting a divorce. Riccardo Salvetti’s Rwanda: The Untold Story, (Italy) offers a new take on the Rwandan genocide, through the first person experience, using live dramatic performance, intertwined with filmic reality; Tchaiko Omawale’s Solace (USA) is a moving and artful portrait of a smart, driven, and self- destructive teenage orphan struggling to find her place; Vai (New Zealand) by director Marina Alofagia McCartney is a portmanteau feature film by 9 female Pacific filmmakers. Chinese auteur, Zhang Wei’s The Rib is about the strained relationship between a young man wanting a sex change operation, and his Christian father; Nigerian film Mokalik directed by Kunle Afolayan follows an 11-year-old boy from the middle-class suburbs who spends the day as a lowly apprentice at a mechanic workshop in order to view life from the other side of the tracks.  

Some of the documentaries in competition include South Africa director Nicole Schafer’s Buddha in Africa, which recently opened the Encounters Film Festival, Anbessa (Italy/USA) directed by Mo Scarpelli, a coming-of-age story that captures a boy taking on modernization, Maya Newell’s, In My Blood it Runs (Australia), about an Aboriginal boy whose traditional skills are of no value within the modern education system.  Fatma Riahi’s A Haunted Past (Qatar) is a personal portrait of a broken Tunisian-Bosnian family as ex-prisoner and ex-jihadist. Hamada (Sweden) by director Eloy Domínguez Serén, is a humorous, bittersweet portrait of three uncompromising twentysomethings cut off from the world in a refugee camp; Edward Watts and Waad al-Kateab’s For Sama (UK/USA/Syria) takes an intimate look at one young woman's struggles with love, war and motherhood. Mother I am Suffocating. This Is My Last Film About You by Lesotho filmmaker Mosese Lemohang Jeremiah, is an extended, poetic letter to the protagonist’s mother and motherland. Sara de Gouveia, The Sounds of Masks (SA/Portugal) follows a compelling storyteller and legendary Mozambiquan masked dancer. My Friend, Fela (Brazil) directed by Joel Zito Araujo, explores the life of legendary Nigerian musician Fela Kuti. A Girl in Return (Denmark) directed by Katrine W.Kjaer, an intimate tale about what happens when an adopted teenage girl decides to reclaim her lost identity.

“We are pleased to announce that once again, the winner in the documentary competition will automatically qualify for consideration for nomination for an Academy Award,” says Zhou.

DIFF screening venues this year include: Suncoast Cine Centre, Musgrave Ster Kinekor, Denis Hurley Centre, EKhaya Multi-Arts Centre, Max’s Lifestyle, Ohlange Museum, Tate’s Kasi Grill, Artizen Lounge, KZNSA, Bay of Plenty Lawns (Wavescapes Opening), Ushaka Marine World, Luthuli Museum, K-cap and Garden Court.

The Isiphethu Hub at the 40thDurban International Film Festival (DIFF) and the 10th Durban FilmMart (DFM) a joint programme of the DIFF and the eThekwini Municipality’s Durban Film Office that aims to develop the film industry, offers a range of free events, workshops and screenings of films at numerous venues around the City.

The venues for the free screenings include the Maharani Hotel Southern Sun Elangeni Hotel, Marine Parade Garden Court Hotel, Albert Luthuli Museum in Groutville, Ushaka Marine World, K-Cap and Artizen Lounge in KwaMashu, Max’s Lifestyle in Umlazi, Tate’s Kasi Grill in Clermont, Bay Of Plenty Lower Marine Parade, Ohlange Library in Inanda, and Denis Hurley Centre in Durban CBD.

The free industry programme takes place at the Marine Parade Garden Court from July 19 to 22 and then at the KZNSA Gallery in Bulwer Road, Glenwood from 23 to 27 July. Experts in their fields include the agencies such as the Department of Trade and Industry, the Independent Development Corporation, the Film and Publications Board, The Independent Black Filmmakers’ Collective, KZN Film Commission and professionals such as Mahoro Semege, Sir Roelof Twijnstra, Edmund Mhlongo, Njabulo Biyela and Dr Janet van Eeden amongst others. The session topics include funding and entrepreneurship, documentary filmmaking, production, guidelines for film ratings, acting tools, screen writing, music and copyright, stop motion and 3D animation and editing.

A special gathering to exchange ideas and network will take place at KCAP in KwaMashu on 21 July from 1pm where the KZN Film Commission, KCAP and DIFF will introduce international experts from Kenya, Nigeria and the UK to filmmakers from across the province.

An African Perspectives programme features a six curated films by African directors: The Coffin Salesman (Nigeria) directed by Imoh Umoren, The Delivery Boy (Nigeria) directed by Adekunle Adejuyigbe, Return of the Don (UK) by Daniel Oriahi, Sembene! (Senegal/USA) directed by Samba Gadjigo and Jason Silverman, Sylvia (Nigeria) by Daniel Oriahi, and  Youngun (UK) by Alex Melhuish.

Twenty-five years of Democracy in South Africa is celebrated in William Kentridge and Angus Gibson’s Freedom Square and Back of the Moon, (Gibson’s 2019 feature Back of the Moon also premieres at DIFF this year in the competition section.) One Humanity directed by Mickey Madodo Dube, Junaid Ahmed’s More Than Just a Game, and Sarafina! directed by Darrell Roodt.

A Decade Throwback @DIFF treats film-lovers to four films previously screened at the fest: Ayanda directed by Sarah Blecher, Akin Omotoso’s Man On Ground, Madoda Ncayiyana’s Izulu Lami (My Secret Sky)  and Of Good Report by Jahmil XT Qubeka. (Qubeka’s 2019 film Knuckle City will open the DIFF on 18 July).

A variety of shorts packages featuring creative inspirations and innovations in story-telling in under 40 minutes, provide a quick-bite, instant-satisfaction viewing for lovers of film. The packages are all available on the DIFF programme on the website.

The 15th Wavescape Surf Film Festival within the DIFF opens with a free public screening at the Bay of Plenty on the beachfront on Sunday 21 July at 7pm. Following this are free screenings of worldwide surf adventures with epic visuals and amazing stories at Ushaka Marine World from 6.30pm on 22 and  23 July. Public can bring picnics, chairs and dress up warmly to enjoy this highly social event at both venues.

A selection of Durban Film Office commissioned micro-budget films will be screened at the Marine Parade Garden Court: Jersey Number 10 directed by Brian Khawula, Struck Blind by Lwazi Duma, Inyumba directed by Phumzile Lukhozi, Drive directed by Thabo Nyawuza and Unqobile by Sibusiso Masinga and Fanele Nxumalo.

The South Africa-meets-Bollywood Bhai’s Cafe, directed by Maynard Kraak, and described as a “poignant little gem of a film about family, love and urban gentrification” will officially close this year’s 40th Durban International Film Festival on Saturday 27 July at 7pm at Ster Kinekor, Gateway in Durban.

Produced by Razia Rawoot and Maynard Kraak of Razia Bawa Productions and West Five Films, with a screenplay by Darron Meyer and Aaron Naidoo, based on a story by Rawoot and Executive Producer / Actor, Mehboob Bawa, Bhai's Cafe centres on the Patel Family and their cafe, the cornerstone of the Wynberg community in Cape Town. The cafe comes under threat from a ruthless property developer, as Bhai's daughter, Rashmi, is swept off her feet, in true Bollywood fashion, by Patrick, the son of the property magnate. At the same time, Bhai and his family rally the community to square off with the property developer to stave off the bulldozers and save the Cafe.

“We are thrilled to be closing our fest with Bhai’s Cafe,” says Chipo Zhou, Manager of DIFF. “Using a light-hearted family film genre, the filmmakers have created a deliciously delightful film that ultimately shows us that we are more similar than we are different, and that quite possibly we, as humans, are more tolerant and embracing that we are led to believe.”

“It was an honour to accept Mehboob and Razia’s invitation to direct this film,” says Director Maynard Kraak whose films include Vrou Soek Boer, Finders Keepers and The Last Victims.  “It was also a personal challenge to do a film with dance and singing, something I’d never done in my twenty-year career.”

“The film is a life-long ambition of Mehboob’s and  a very personal story having grown up in a family that had a similar cafe in Claremont. With the advent of retail giants replacing family-owned general dealers, these bastions of the community are heading for extinction. I also grew up with these family businesses and it is a great shame to see them disappearing. In addition, Cape Town is subject to a worldwide gentrification trend that is robbing areas of their nuance and character.  I believe this universal theme can be enjoyed by audiences throughout South Africa and abroad.”

Actor /Comedian, Siv Ngesi plays Patrick, the love interest, who is incidentally a fan of Bollywood movies and music, and participates in multiple dance sequences and even sings in Hindi.(Ngesi also stars in DIFF’s opening film Knuckle City). Rashmi is played byrising talent Suraya Rose Santos. MehboobBawa (a 30 year veteran of film, television and radio) and Rehane Abrahams (who recently won a Best Performance Fleur Du Cap for her role inWomb of Fire)play Rashmi’s parents Magan Bhai and Mary, and Patrick’s father by Thabo Bopape. Others in the cast include Fahruq Valley-Omar, Elodie Venece, Rameez Nordien, Stavros Cassapis, Khalil Kathrada and Carishma Basday.

“We have introduced a romantic subplot with a Bollywood-inspired touch leading to heartbreak, emotion and drama,” explains Razia Rawoot and Mehboob Bawa. “There are Bollywood-styled song sequences with songs composed by Rajive Mohan from Durban, one of South Africa’s top musicians. The lyrics were written by poet Jamal Mukaddam and singer and songwriter Yusuf Bassa. Ultimately it’s a feel-good film, so everything is resolved in the end. But the journey for the characters and the audience is an exciting one filled with lots of humour as well”.  

The film will have only one screening at DIFF before it goes on to a national South African big screen release on Valentine’s Day 2020.

Complementing the Isiphethu Hub is the Creative Corner at the Panini Room in the Maharani Hotel, Durban from 09:00 to 17:00 from 19 July to 22 July. This free programme, focusing on the creative sectors vital to the motion picture industry, hosts discussions and exhibitions providing networking, collaboration opportunities and entertainment for the public. Members of Durban’s growing television industry experts and organizations, such as the Writers Guild of South Africa and South African Guild of Actors will present sessions on acting, editing, costume, set, sound and make up design. The programme sees DFM partner with the WGSA and SAGA for a daily Script-to-Live programme of live script-reading sessions of completed, and in-development scripts.

To attend these free events, and for general security purposes, members of the public are required to present ID’s and register at the relevant reception areas at the venues.

For free screening and workshop programmes – Isiphethu Hub :

http://bit.ly/IsiphethuFreeDIFFandDFM

For the full DIFF 2019 programme go to http://ccadiff.ukzn.ac.za/

or download HERE.

For the free industry programme and DFM 2019 programme  go to  http://www.durbanfilmmart.co.za/

Enjoy the Film Making magic!

[torentialtribute]

How Pep Guardiola made Manchester City go again and capture second straight Premier League title 

An hour after lifting his second Carabao Cup in February, Pep Guardiola stood inside a plush Wembley hospitality suite agitating to get away. Manchester City had laid on a winners' reception for family and sponsors to joyously toast another trophy, but their manager had already moved on.

Guardiola was pleasant, polite and graciously took the congratulations, yet his mind was elsewhere. He became an occupied look and all those present knew it.

Three more trophies were on the line at that stage. The biggest, and most significant, or those was the Premier League title – and retaining it. Liverpool still needed catching, two points the deficit. Guardiola longed to be back at the training ground studying videos, and back at his city center restaurant, Tast, drinking tomato juice and plotting his next move.

An hour after winning the Carabao Cup, Pep Guardiola's mind was clearly elsewhere

Guardiola longed to be training ground studying videos and plotting his next move

The Spaniard's incredible focus has been driven City to a second straight Premier League title

What has happened this season is Testiola to Guardiola, the first man since Sir Alex Ferguson in 2009 to retain the world's toughest league after Sunday's win at Brighton, where City equated their own record for most victories in a campaign, 32. He told his players back in August to expect a Liverpool onslaught and was proven correct, the level of Jurgen Klopp's wondrous team kicking City on achieving a staggering 98 points.

That's 198 points over the course of the last 76 games now – an average of 2.61 per match – and nobody is likely to rival the consistency of this set of players for a long, long tim

"I didn't expect to get the points so far after what we did last season," Guardiola said. "Normally the tendency for human beings is to relax a little bit."

He admitted he had expected his players to relax a little after winning the title last year

In July last year, in the wind of Chicago, Guardiola had somehow upscaled his efforts

Guardiola was unrelenting from the campaign as attempted to retain the crown

His drive can be traced back to last July, in the wind of Chicago, when those around the first team noticed this workaholic or a manager had somehow upscaled his efforts just further on City's pre-season tour. Even with the majority of his players on holiday recovering from the World Cup, Guardiola was unrelenting.

The Catalan puts this achievement down as one of his greatest in management. Retaining the Premier League title was his absolute focus and he made it plain the squad should pay similar amounts of attention.

Bernardo Silva flew out early to America after Portugal's campaign in Russia at the manager's request and has since flourished, arguably becoming the club's most reliable player. Leroy Sane was treated differently, cradled by his manager – afforded extra time off after his omission from the Germany squad – but appeared morose.

The winger soon fell out of favor, dropped from one squad completely after poor performances in training and general sullenness, and has struggled for starts all year. Despite his enviable goals and assists record, Sane is now firmly behind Bernardo in the pecking order. If you're not on board, City simply wants to place faith in others.

Bernardo Silva flew out early to America after the World Cup at the manager's request

The campaign has, in many respects, been a triumph for man management. The City dressing room has been described by first-team sources as 'extraordinary', and the best environment cultivated since Sheikh Mansour's money arrived in east Manchester. "I've never seen anything quite like it," one said.

The squad play card games on the way back from matches, rather than sit in isolation with headphones in. Bernardo's terrace chant – 'Ber-nar-do; Sil-VA; running down the wing, Sil-VA '- is a favorite singalong on the team coach. Players of different nationalities mix freely about compulsory breakfast and lunches at the training complex, with no real cliques.

The absent Benjamin Mendy Face Timed Vincent Kompany to congratulate his captain after that thunderbolt winner against Leicester. Birthdays or players or staff members are celebrated in unison after matches. Kompany spent an hour consoling a tearful Sergio Aguero in the dressing room after Champions League elimination, that night hitting the older players hard.

Not every club fosters this atmosphere and manage less to sustain it. Just look at the team across town. For that, Guardiola's large backroom team deserve credit. Mikel Arteta is well-liked by the players as well as Brian Kidd, whose arm around the shoulder brings comfort at opportune moments.

Vincent Kompany spent an hour consoling tearful Sergio Aguero after Champions League exit

This has been a season full of tribulations, not least that chastening night at St James' Park in late January. Beaten 2-1 by Newcastle, squandering an early lead and, according to the coaching staff at the time, squandering the title.

"It's over," one said solemnly that night after a defeat that gifted Liverpool the chance to go seven points clear. Guardiola was so angry at his side's passive performance that he just told some coaches not to bother entering the dressing room for what proved a 30-minute dressing down. He would deal with the players themselves.

Guardiola questioned his players' desire. Their emphatic answer was 14 straight wins, four short of the record they set in the previous season.

There are other difficulties to overcome along the way, particularly City's injury list. Kevin De Bruyne has played barely and Fernandinho has missed key games. Mendy's fitness problems persist and he is also attempting to clean up his act off the pitch.

Guardiola questioned his players' desire after losing to Newcastle – they won 14 straight after

A few players have moved homes. Mendy is out in Cheshire in an attempt to avoid city center distractions. So too Gabriel Jesus. John Stones, who has started two of the last 13 games, is now living in Guardiola's lavish apartment block after a very public breakdown or a relationship with his long-term girlfriend. Some switches have come on the advice of staff and manager.

Crucially, there is reverence for their boss. "You can feel Pep in the room," another source said. "He has an aura about him." Players are unsure or his methods are instinctive or planned, but they work. He is not mates with any of the squad and refuses to have favorites. One player has said that treating them all 'more or less the same' garner respect.

"We don't love each other too much, the players and the staff," Guardiola said. "We don't let them be creative, but it's the only way."

A Monday might bring a hug and a kiss from Guardiola. But he might not say a word to you on Tuesday. Team selections are rarely explained. Always remaining on your toes, and the healthy competition for places, stimulates this talented squad. Kyle Walker occasionally opted against bringing luggage with him when City stay overnight on the training ground the day before a game. Squads are only announced after all players have arrived and Walker did not wish to tempt fate on his spot, despite being an obvious regular.

Kyle Walker has sometimes opted against bringing luggage with him for trips to not tempt fate

Guardiola has tried to make them think more. Jesus has hired a personal trainer for fitness and diet from Brazil. Danilo has spoken or becoming more analytical when watching matches on television.

Training drills are generally kept for 10 minutes, with Arteta keeping them fresh to avoid boredom. City players barely had a genuine day off from November through to April. Afternoons post-training or the nights spent with families before matches are, therefore, cherished.

The night after the Newcastle defeat, Guardiola attended the musical Jersey Boys with his family at Oxford Road's Palace Theater in Manchester rather than watch Liverpool's draw with Leicester. He was at the Royal Exchange Theater to see West Side Story earlier this month too.

Guardiola and Mikel Arteta (second left) ensure training drills are short to avoid boredom

A large number of players have tried to keep away from Liverpool's games in the run-in. Ilkay Gundogan had Fenerbahce's 1-1 draw with Galatasaray on the trip back from Crystal Palace last month while Liverpool beat Chelsea. Others chose to watch the Masters. Raheem Sterling has joked he ignored Liverpool's games until it looked like they might drop points, only for them to score when they turned the TV on.

The scene inside City's dressing room at Old Trafford on April 24 has been described by one source as the tensest atmosphere they had ever witnessed before a match. Players were seen as pacing, heads bowed and conversation was minimal. Many wore that look Guardiola had two months earlier at Wembley.

City beat Manchester United 2-0. Turns out it was not nerves, it was steely determination.

Source link

[nuoveggdb-blog]

Golden Goose Sneakers Portugal My a Dozen Successful web Business Tips

Tax Get #4: Balance Settlements remain taxable when you be into certain categories. So, if you might have a single $10,000 tranquility and the exact creditor consumes $5,000 to call it also paid off, you'll earn a 1099-C for the amount Golden Goose Sneakers Outlet Portugal sing debt that may was terminated. Be surely to obtain this paper to your Golden Goose Sneakers Portugal mazing tax preparer. There are perhaps some loved rules on behalf of debt where is canceled through home foreclosure. Debt dropped through consumer bankruptcy are fail to taxable. Tax Contraption #5: 401(k) Loans probably are taxable in the case when you vacate your function (for any kind reason). In you need from your own personal 401(k) and additionally are put down off along with leave at any bring about including disability, your loans becomes due immediately. Though you are generally unable to successfully pay things back, that it will continually be considered one distribution then you 'll be after tax on this particular and pay the 10% penalty. However, you would unquestionably have earned the whole entire amount expected with not taxes taken out like our above circumstance. Therefore, your business will hold to appear up utilizing all your current taxes and also the charge on your ultimate own. It may accept a couple of quite a few years for them all to ever before catch moving up to buyers and specific IRS may well add duty and fees in a meantime. There's an old asserting con musicians and artists and tricksters use one particular lot: 'there's a mug born whatever minute' so sadly amply that going to say is understandably. No create a how stupid the con sounds, there always one more that became born within order to be contracted into it again. If your company haven't practised the art of warned before now I'm word of caution you now, so ante up attention. Untrue grow larger exercise ripoffs have those losing several hundreds of revenue annually at scammers who take strength of that depression while desperation. Read, learn plus be ideal. 13. Only at the specific same time currently the working sub standard are wanted to substantiate those with pensions really those who all are the community workers, although they is likely to never already have a pension themselves. These types of people also pay taxes it support groundwork and further advancement projects even the creation phase is applied outside all of the country. Throughout the the end, they actually are paying an individual's way along with of any more potential duties. The pay-roll tax employs become the new flat taxes on our own poor containing about 67% paying whole lot more in paycheck taxes compared with what in salary taxes. As part of any cask cuts, this tax could be described as ignored probably though this particular revenues hailing from the pay-roll taxes perhaps may be used most of the same system as salary taxes might be to offer the frequent federal bills. The objective it's crucial to do some measured risk with your money, is because it assists you in order to get per higher supply. For example, a savings account is paying 1% interest. Coming from 1%, the following will ingest 72 generations to 4'6ft double your finance. Not one specific great process to add up money with regard to retire! Though the store stock market produces returned 10% on most prevalent over the long-term, which may will double the your monetary gain in the latest little previously mentioned 7 years! That will almost certainly build great deal - Golden Goose Sneakers Outlet heir savings profile won't 2 ) and you have will come to be able on the way to have that comfortable pensionable. That's the reason you must to waste in options! High advances now is very much a software of Globalization where one must prove computer savvy to the actual for obviously a going poor or impoverished member jobs. Into the past, we got told we each should come to be Golden Goose Sneakers Portugal repared to suit more pastime time having computers over. This particular only ones that posses more vacation time now a days are specific millions involving unemployed underemployed. A5: Thailand is broadly speaking considered the perfect safe spots destination. Vital crimes vs . foreigners seem to be much rarer than more and more other Asian locations. Right is a generally comprehended mindset with most Thai's that an individuals economy is literally in plenty of ways hinging upon tourism, so they can take care of an 'golden goose outlet'. That is hardly to like that you should but not be conscious of deception artists then pick trouser pockets. When travel anywhere on holiday one would go with extra guardedness. Staying at resorts in addition more established hotels proposal an a little more level attached to safety, slow pace and peacefulness with quite a bit of thoroughly secured an excuse within those you could relax in addition to the feel assured. The most wealthy and this is especially true the most wealthy people when the world have referred to about leveraging Other A persons Money pertaining to years. Many people from Jean Paul Getty, Aristotle Onassis and Brian Trump offer excelled through this affluence building precept numero uno. Their include of OPM to tends to buy assets is always legendary. Onassis in primary is called for holding secured documents to transportation manufacturers ore and then oil on the inside ships and tankers john didn't but own as well as then about to our own banks protecting the economic to take ownership of the wrecks and tankers using all the contracts. The new brazen as gifted deal-maker if their ever was seen as one!

[bethestaryouareradio]

The Gift of Responsibility and “the Extra Mile” Man¬¬––Shawn Anderson

Responsibility connects your life to a bigger story. To gain responsibility is to gain awareness, not just of your own self, but, others as well. Joven Hundal and Kenneth Jeon read chapters from Be the Star You Are!® (www.CynthiaBrian.com/books) and then interview the leading voice on the power of the “go the extra mile” message, Shawn Anderson. In 2009, in order to symbolize the "go the extra mile" message, Shawn Anderson (a non-bicyclist) pedaled 4,000 miles ocean-to-ocean, interviewed 200 people along the way whom had been identified as having gone the extra mile, and then gave $10,000 of his own money to the people and organizations whose stories most inspired him. The momentum of this unique day has continued to build each year since, and on November 1, 2018, 552 mayors and cities made the "Extra Mile Day" declaration and recognized the value of the extra-mile volunteers who were making a difference in their community.

Be responsible for yourself and others and go the extra mile.

  “When you accept 100% responsibility for your experience, you gain 100% of the power to create the experience you would choose.” Alan Cohen

BIO: Shawn Anderson

Shawn is a #1 ranked motivational author, unlimited thinker, and lifetime entrepreneur with a history of inspiring others. A seven-time author, Shawn is also the creator of Extra Mile Day...a day recognizing the power we each have to create positive change when we "go the extra mile." (On 11/1/18, 550 cities made the declaration and recognized local extra-mile heroes.) His books include The Four Fibs, SOAR to the Top!, Amicus 101: A Story About the Pursuit of Purpose and Overcoming Life’s Chaos, Extra Mile America: Stories of Inspiration, Possibility and A Better Life: An Inspiring Story About Starting Over

Shawn walks his talk. Besides having inspired tens of thousands through his speaking and writing (including an inspirational speaking tour in the Philippines attended by 20,000 attendees), Shawn’s built a million dollar company, pedaled a bike solo across the U.S. (twice), and created adventures in 45+ countries including having walked border-to-border across six (England, Ireland, Spain, Portugal, Italy and 750 miles around Shikoku, Japan.) 

  Still...he believes his greatest adventures and success are waiting to be lived. www.ShawnAnderson.com

www.ExtraMileAmerica.org 

  Listen at Voice America Network: https://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/110691/the-gift-of-responsibility-and-the-extra-mile-man-shawn-anderson

Nov 27th is #GivingTuesday. This year Be the Star You Are! is fundraising to help the victims of the California wildfires where Be the Star You Are!® is sending resources. Facebook and PayPal are matching donations on Facebook for a total of up to $7 million dollars between 4:00m and 10:45pm. Our link to donate is http://ow.ly/dPYu30mEPOC

By donating, you are doubling the donation to a Top Rated grassroots charity. We encourage you to start your own fundraiser with Be the Star You Are! as the beneficiary and invite all of your friends. Mark your calendar and help us reach and exceed our goal to offer healing with a new book for the holidays to as many sufferers as possible. Our Facebook page is https://www.facebook.com/BTSYAcharity/

BTSYA IS A TOP ON PROFIT! http://greatnonprofits.org/reviews/be-the-star-you-are-inc/

  JUST PUBLISHED: Be the Star You Are! Millennials to Boomers Celebrating Positive Voices in a Changing Digital World and Growing with the Goddess Gardener. Available at www.CynthiaBrian.com/online-store

Details on all books at HomeTown Reads: https://hometownreads.com/books/be-the-star-you-are-millennials-to-boomers

http://hosted.verticalresponse.com/672296/3b195abe0b/288055965/ac7221bc2f

  FIRES are RAGING again in California. BTSYA offers help, hope, and healing. BTSYA Operation Disaster Relief. Please donate. http://ow.ly/X0Ia30mF4zZ

  Make a DONATION through PAYPAL GIVING FUND and PAYPAL with 100% going to BTSYA with NO FEES: https://www.paypal.com/fundraiser/charity/1504

  Check our Book Reviews at our literacy partner, The Reading Tub: https://thereadingtub.org/books/be-the-star-you-are/

  Proceeds from sales of books by Cynthia Brian will benefit Operation Disaster Relief to help the victims of the California wildfires.http://ow.ly/X0Ia30mF4zZ

Free shipping through December 8th, too. Books come with extra goodies & autographs. Buy TODAY: http://www.CynthiaBrian.com/online-store

  #StartWithaSmile at https://smile.amazon.com/ch/94-3333882 and Amazon donates to Be The Star You Are, Inc.. Shop. Earn. Give! Use Giving Assistant to earn cash back at 1800+ popular online stores, then donate a percentage to BTSYA: https://givingassistant.org/np#be-the-star-you-are-inc

Discount Software, Digital content. Ebooks, Games: www.humblebundle.com/store?partner=1504&charity=1504

  Express Yourself! Teen Radio is produced by Cynthia Brian of Starstyle Productions, llc as an outreach program of Be the Star You Are! charity. To make a tax-deductible donation to keep this positive youth programming broadcasting weekly to international audiences, visit http://www.bethestaryouare.org. Dare to care! For all the latest news on what teens are talking about on Express Yourself! Teen Radio embed this code into your blogs and websites

Listen to all broadcasts at ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/podcast/express-yourself!/id481894121?mt=2

Be the Star You Are!® charity. Every Season is for Giving. https://www.paypal.com/fundraiser/charity/1504

Links you can use for Be the Star You Are!® Positive Results: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/positive-results

About Us: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/about_us

Programs: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/programs

How to Help: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/how-to-help

Blog: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/blog

Events: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/events

GREAT NON PROFITS REVIEWS: http://greatnonprofits.org/reviews/be-the-star-you-are-inc/

  Contact us: http://www.bethestaryouare.org/contact

  Starstyle, Be the Star You Are, and Miracle Moments are registered trademarks of Cynthia Brian

[luigizfd9056211-blog]

Split Liquid Crystal Displays Obtains Deep.

Me and http://maxsport-fitnessblog.info my Better half spent a couple of days at this gloriously Wonderful, Historical Urban area as well as found it is actually Beauty greater than just skin deep with a riches of Society. After we've completed packing all that car parking and clearance onto the website, there isn't actually adequate area left behind over for six private condominiums on this internet site, not to mention the hypothetical restriction of eight must the site be actually zoned L-4.

Well enough ranting and discussing, time for the genuine chicken of the article; the excellent, the poor and the terrible of laser device reduce western side properties. The award series, which occurred Monday night at Broadcast Urban area Music Hall in The Big Apple Metropolitan area, had whatever coming from sensational outfits to kooky ensembles, which is part of what creates this carpet therefore enjoyable. The pyramidal designs led him to equate them with Egypt's pyramid, and the comparison stuck - today, that component of Southern Illinois is actually contacted Little Egypt", and the community label of Cairo (inaccurately obvious KAY-roe" due to the residents) substantiates the suspicious hookup. Given that of the merging of dangerous blue-green algae coming from Lake Okeechobee and also the reddish tide affecting Fla's Basin Shore, fishing guide Larry Conley has certainly not possessed a charter in full weeks. While road concept seems like a technical concern for planners and also city authorities, it is actually a topic that touches each people rather essentially whenever our experts leave our homes. On these 10 unique city tours, you'll venture right into the Bronx with an old-school rap artist, find deserted buildings in Portugal's 2nd metropolitan area, and go longboarding via Amsterdam's most renowned playground. People who typically journey in between locations including freelance authors, professional photographers, salespersons, professionals and also seeing house health experts utilize slips for tax obligation reasons to state reductions. Credit: public domaina love of photography early in lifestyle, and also he became one of the much better known expert image photographers around. Call me vintage, however I still favor wired headphones to cordless ones, as well as a 3.5 mm port indicates I may charge my phone while paying attention to songs concurrently. While you can't in fact go into system 9 3/4 by going through the wall structures in between platforms 9 and 10, the metropolitan area has put together a cart that looks undergoing the wall surface bring about system 9 3/4. Bear in mind, nonetheless, that this trolley is actually not actually positioned specifically where the system will be thus accurate enthusiasts might intend to take an image along with it and after that yet another in between systems 9 and also 10. Considering that it is among the largest learn terminals in London, King's Cross terminal gets on many tube series, consisting of Victoria (light-toned blue), Piccadilly (dark blue), Northern (dark), Hammersmith as well as Area (pink), Circle (yellowish) and Metropolitan (purple) significance that the terminal is quickly available from any kind of point in Greater london. In the beginning i was unsure, unsure and suspicious, however i merely gave it a in 7 times when i came back to Canada, my guy( now hubby) called me through himself as well as concerned me apologizing that every little thing had been settled with his mommy as well as family members and he acquired a new job interview so we must acquire married. Analysis presents that just how your residence is actually arranged as well as embellished quick guides your eating actions - whether that implies ordering an apple when you are actually feeling famished or mindlessly raking with a bag of potato chips while enjoying TELEVISION. Our properties can either be made to keep us well-balanced or even developed to make us fat deposits," points out Brian Wansink, Ph.D., director of the Cornell Meals and Brand Laboratory at Cornell University and also writer of Slim deliberately: Mindless Consuming Solutions for Everyday Life." Coming from changing your refrigerator to tidying up your property, here are 10 means you can easily keep your home coming from undermining your healthy consuming efforts.Normally rock n roll is actually a woes shuffle rhythm along with backbeat tones given through net drum. ( HealthDay)-- Senior high school students that can look upon at least a patch environment-friendly landscape from their classroom may do far better academically, a new research advises.Jodpur is the second largest metropolitan area in India as well as is actually referred to as heaven urban area as a result of it's wonderfully painted blue properties. Currently Thanks to Randy Lilya, Sonny Hess, the Spare Area and an award winning checklist of Rose city musicians, a perk will be actually held to aid Mike off-set the huge expenses of his procedures.

[whatisonthemoonarchive]

RE: On Dan Fefferman and Political Theology

Reading over the members spasm of voluminous spam on the blog over the last couple days and one article from Applied Unificationism jumped out at me. It was a submission by  Dan Fefferman with his analysis on the various Moon church schisms and their particular brand of "Political Theology". My comments to articles at Applied Unificationism never get posted so I will place them here on WIOTM. Dan Fefferman has a very interesting history as a member and was deeply involved in formulating Rev. Moon's version of "Political Theology". As an operative, Dan was never the one to carry an AR-15 into battle but he certainly associated with plenty of people who did and would without much persuasion. Dan was called to testify at the House International relations subcommittee investigating U.S. Korean relations. This is a fascinating document if you have the time to read the transcripts. I almost fell off the sofa when I noticed in the title that Congressman Leo Ryan was a prominent member of the Subcommittee. Leo Ryan was murdered by members of the Peoples Temple cult after he visited their compound in Jonestown Guyana shortly after the subcommittee investigation was concluded. That is a post for another day. The following is a brief excerpt and supporting links dredged up by the tireless Mr. Moon Critic, (thunderous applause). Pay close attention to all of the excerpts in bold font as they probably contain clues to the hidden effects of said "Political Theology". You may want to follow the links and search the back grounds of all the names mentioned here for a real education on Political and Religious subversion. Thanks again for participating, Frank F

Mr. Harrington (of the Fraser Committee) asks Dan Fefferman about Ed Feulner

https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=pur1.32754077268948;view=1up;seq=72

Mr. HARRINGTON: 

I have another document which staff will make available to you entitled “Daily Report,” from yourself to Mr. Salonen, dated September 11, 1974. 

Item No. 4 is entitled “Letters re Korea Trip,” and states, “Please give me more guidance about what to say to Minister Kim and Ed Feulner. The information has already been communicated from Ed to Min. Kim.”

First, can you identify Ed Feulner? I don’t know if I have the correct pronunciation. I assume it is close enough for you to know whom I am referring to.

DAILY REPORT

Dan Fefferman report to Neil Salonen

1. Appointments - Lunch with Sven Kraemer on Thursday to discuss Vietnam. He has not seen us since our return, and he invited Louise and me to be his guests. Lunch with Phuong Dung, Friday. I don’t know whether these two are connected through conscious conspiracy or simply through the spiritual world.

4. Letters re Korea trip. — Please give me more guidance about what to say to Minister Kim and Ed Feulner. The information has already been communicated from Ed to Min. Kim. (Mr. Moon Critic note: Mr. Kim was the founder of the K.C.I.A.)

8. David Martin - Came to dinner tonight...He wants to sometime to talk to you and Re. Moon about some ideas he has. One thing he mentioned was using church a.c. missionaries in countries like Greece and Portugal to coach anti-Communist forces as a catalyst for effective action.

9. Internal Security - This business about new leaks is getting ridiculous, Pentagon papers, White House "investigatory reporting" (also called muckraking) that crucified an American President - now, Laurence Stern (of all people) comes up with a story quoting minutes of a "top secret State Department meeting" at which Sec. Kissinger allegedly ordered the CIA to overthrow Allende. I really want to do something about this. We'll start with the TIDE, but I'd seriously like to suggest putting some muscle behind it sometime in the future after things settle down. There should be laws against this kind of thing. (Please excuse my diatribe).

https://nsarchive2.gwu.edu/news/20001113/

Detailed minutes of the “40 Committee” meetings—the high-level interagency group chaired by national security advisor Henry Kissinger—which oversaw U.S. efforts to undermine the election and government of Socialist leader Salvador Allende.  These meetings reveal strategies of “drastic action” planned to “shock” Chileans into taking action to block Allende.

https://nsarchive2.gwu.edu//news/20000919/index.html

The report, “CIA Activities in Chile,” revealed for the first time that the head of the Chile’s feared secret police, DINA, was a paid CIA asset in 1975... “CIA actively supported the military Junta after the overthrow of Allende,” the report states. “Many of Pinochet’s officers were involved in systematic and widespread human rights abuses....Some of these were contacts or agents of the CIA or US military.” 

https://isgp-studies.com/le-cercle-pinay

The most important American think tank...was the Heritage Foundation...the Heritage Foundation was closely linked to Le Cercle. President of the Heritage Foundation from 1977 to 2013 and again for 7 months in 2017 was Edwin Feulner, a Knight of Malta, a known Cercle visitor, and solid member of the global superclass. Paul Weyrich, a wealthy co-founder and financier of the Heritage Foundation, has also visited Le Cercle...Both Feulner and Weyrich were involved in the Council for National Policy and generallyconsidered to be loyal to Opus Dei...

Additionally, a number of Cercle members have been involved with institutions with strong links to the Moonie cult. Among them are the Victims of Communism Memorial Foundation, which counted the involvement of Brian Crozierm, Edwin Feulner and Zbigniew Brzezinski; and the Global Economic Action Institute, of which the London branch was chaired by Julian Amery, head of Le Cercle at the time the story came out. Many neocons, who also became prominent in Le Cerce, became allied with the Moonies in the 1980s.

Vernon Walters...while deputy CIA director - under President Gerald Ford...and secretary of state Henry Kissinger - Walters was one of the key founders of Latin America's Condor operation, a continent-wide anti-communist and anti-socialist death squad with CIA backing...Kissinger, then operating under Nixon, sanctioned the CIA to overthrow the democratically-elected moderate president of Chile, Salvador Allende.

http://www.tparents.org/Library/Unification/Books/Tims1/Tims1-44.htm

Freedom and Responsibility - Bo Hi Pak - September 20, 1987

Reverend Moon, President Morales Bermudez, President Sucre, congressmen, honored guests, distinguished participants, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Korea, the Land of the Morning Calm, and welcome to the World Media Conference.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francisco_Morales_Berm%C3%BAdez

Francisco Morales-Bermúdez Cerruti - President of Peru - 1975 to 1980

Morales Bermudez is currently being prosecuted by Italian judge Luisianna Figliolia for the presumed forced disappearance of 25 Italian citizens in the frame of Operation Condor, a campaign of political oppression against leftists orchestrated by the right-wing dictatorships of South America in the 1970s.

http://hdhstudy.com/wp-content/uploads/Publications/The_Cornerstone/1981-The-Cornerstone.pdf

Page 42

On September 1, UTS was honored by the presence of General Ramon Diaz Bessone, one of the eight two-star generals of Argentina, who presented an informative lecture on global communist expansion. He outlined the gradual expansionary strategy of the Soviets in the West; subversion, finlandization, and encirclement. These tactics may serve as a means to attain the eventual capitulation of Western Europe, the United States, and Latin America.

General Bessone pointed out that, since Argentina has an important cultural influence on Latin America, communists concentrate much effort on subversive activities in that country. He claimed that the Carter Administration and the Liberal press contributed to subversive activities and to the distortion of the Argentinian situation in world opinion when they condemned the defeat of communist guerrillas in Argentina on the grounds of violation of human rights. He stressed how advantageous public confusion, disinformation, and naivete regarding the world situation are to communists.

https://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=es&u=https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ram%25C3%25B3n_Genaro_D%25C3%25ADaz_Bessone&prev=search

Ramón Genaro Díaz Bessone (born October 27, 1925 ) is an Argentine military man who reached the rank of General of Division , who during the military dictatorship called Process of National Reorganization (1976-1983) held high positions, among them Commander of Corps II and Minister of Planning under the presidency of Jorge Rafael Videla.

In July 2004 the justice ordered the arrest of Diaz Bessone in the case for crimes committed under the Condor Plan . 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Condor

Operation Condor... was a campaign of political repression and state terror involving intelligence operations and assassination of opponents, which started in 1968 and was officially implemented in 1975 by the right-wing dictatorships of the Southern Cone of South America... Ecuador and Peru later joined the operation in more peripheral roles.

A target was Orlando Letelier... Michael Townley, General Manuel Contreras (former head of the DINA), and Brigadier Pedro Espinoza Bravo (also formerly of DINA), were convicted of the murders...Townley confessed that he had hired five anti-Castro Cuban exiles...with the terrorist organization CORU's leadership...those elected to carry out the murder were Cuban-Americans José Dionisio Suárez, Virgilio Paz Romero, Alvin Ross Díaz, and brothers Guillermo and Ignacio Novo Sampoll.

https://books.google.com/books?id=vgthWZ5KlskC&pg=PA32&lpg=PA32&dq=cuban+nationalist+movement,+coru&source=bl&ots=pfrLMwG4a2&sig=Yy4X7vwyPDhwHN0Sb_WYZxVs834&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwioxcjYjP_RAhVGs1QKHT-tCcsQ6AEINDAD#v=onepage&q=cuban%20nationalist%20movement%2C%20coru&f=false

Perhaps the most deeply drug-linked of all CORU's members were those involved in the Cuban Nationalist Movement (CNM), a small neo-fascist group with bases in both Miami and Union City, New Jersey.

http://www.latinamericanstudies.org/omega/New-York-9-10-1979.pdf

Pages 4 to 5 - An Army in Exile - An Inside Look at Cuban Terrorists 4 miles from Manhattan

Feeding the hopes of exile terrorists through the years have been powerful outside interests...and in 1977 a representative from yet another heavily financed international organization dedicated to fighting world Communism appeared on the scene: a Reverend Jose Casado of Sun Myung Moon's Unification Church...Casado supplied $2000 to the Cuban Nationalist Movement to help pay legal fees for the three members convicted for their parts in the Letelier murder. 

http://www.governmentattic.org/docs/FBI_File_UnificationChurch_1967-1988.pdf

Page 27 - December 1978 - COORDINATION OF UNITED REVOLUTIONARY ORGANIZATIONS (CORU)

Pak told source that Pak had recently testified in the "Koreagate" case in Washington, D.C. Source described Pak as a Korean National, 55 years of age, graying slick dark hair, wearing prescription glasses and appearing very cultured and intellectual.

https://vault.fbi.gov/sun-myung-moon/sun-myung-moon-part-07-of-12/view

Pages 113 to 114 - December 1978 - COORDINATION OF UNITED REVOLUTIONARY ORGANIZATIONS (CORU)

Purpose: 

To furnish information received that Reverend Sun Myung Moon's Unification Church has agreed to furnish monetary support to the Cuban exile terrorist organization, CORU, in the United States...source learned that Reverend Sun Myung Moon's Unification church was prepared to financially back the Cuban exile terrorist element...(Bo Hi Pak) told source that he had testified in the (Fraser Hearings) case in Washington, D.C. (Bo Hi Pak) expressed keen interest in CORU and stated that Reverend Moon desires to discreetly establish and finance a network of radical anti-communist groups around the world.

https://vault.fbi.gov/sun-myung-moon/sun-myung-moon-part-10-of-12/view

Pages 18 to 19 - December 1978 - COORDINATION OF UNITED REVOLUTIONARY ORGANIZATIONS (CORU)

(Bo Hi Pak) advised that the Reverend Moon Organization wishes to provide financial aid to anti-communist Terrorists and is willing to utilize the Church as a cover for its activities...a small amount of money has been furnished in the recent past.

http://nsarchive.gwu.edu/NSAEBB/NSAEBB153/19780816.pdf

Page 14 - April 1978 - ORLANDO BOSCH AND ANTI-CASTRO TERRORIST ORGANIZATIONS

COORDINATION OF UNITED REVOLUTIONARY ORGANIZATIONS (CORU)

Dr. Carlos F. Dominicis, CORU leader in the New York area...Dominicis had been approached by one Korean and one Spanish individual claiming to be delegates of Reverend Moon and had offered financial aid to FOCI and its anti-Castro activity. Dominicis advised that he had discussed the financial aid being offered by Reverend Moon with Frank Castro and Orlando Acosta and Dominicis was told by Castro and Acosta to go ahead and receive financial aid offered by the delegates of Reverend Moon. Dominicis advised that CORU is being proposed as the possible military arm of FOCI.

------------------------------------------

https://www.nytimes.com/1977/09/19/archives/73-record-tells-of-plan-by-sun-myung-moon-aides-for-drive-against.html

NEW YORK TIMES Sept. 19, 1977 By Richard Halloran "73 Record Tells of Plan by Sun Myung Moon Aides for Drive Against Nixon Impeachment"

WASHINGTON, Sept. 18 — On the evening of Dec. 29, 1973, leaders of the Rev. Sun Myung Moon's Unification Church in the United States gathered here to plan a drive intended to prevent an impeachment of the President they called “the Archangel Nixon,” according to the minutes of that meeting.

The head of the American branch of the church was further described in the minutes as disclosing something of Mr. Moon's ambitions, saying, “We are right on the edge of influencing people. Master wants to give an address to a joint session of Congress.”

Beyond that the minutes of that meeting seem to illuminate the aspirations of the Unification Church for political and religious influence in the United States and to illustrate its tactical approach to a political operation.

In a report last month, Representative Donald M. Fraser, Democrat of Minnesota, the chairman of the Subcommittee on International Organizations, one of the House panels that have been investigating alleged Korean efforts to influence American policy, said that his subcommittee had “received reliable information that Mr. Moon “and organizations connected with him maintained operational ties with the Government of South Korea and specifically the Korean Central Intelligence Agency.” 

In addition, authoritative Government investigators here said that they had determined that the document was authentic.

The minutes quote Mr. Salonen further: “For deciding Congressmen, this is the crucial time. Impeachment proceedings are beginning. Yet polls are indicating that Nixon's popularity has just gone up by 4 percentage points to 31 percent. Now is the time to affect them at the grass roots level.”

Mr. Salonen outlined plans for allies and other political action intended “to show Nixon and Congress both our own power and the outer support..."

“1) Impact on the media—visibly strongly; 2) Impact on Congressmen, and 3) Impact on influential community leaders to approach Congressmen themselves.”

Mr. Salonen exhorted his lieutenants: “Each of us must work like 10 people to seem like at least 10,000. Approach this short‐range project with a long‐range view. We will always be doing and planning things like this. Always be ready.”

After Mr. Salonen spoke, the minutes disclose, he turned the meeting over to Daniel G. Fefferman, who was national project director. Mr. Fefferman is currently under a threat of a citation for contempt of Congress for refusing to answer questions before the subcommittee headed by Representative Fraser. Mr. Fefferman has contended that the subcommittee infringed on his First Amendment rights protecting freedom of religion.

“The problem is,” Mr. Fefferman was recorded as saying. “that without a definite stance on Nixon, the media will have nothing to sink their teeth into. They will try to pin you down. So be careful, but get the press there.”

Mr. Fefferman appeared to have spent most of his time on why and how members of the church must stimulate news coverage. “The White House, Congress and the people will become aware of us through the press,” he said. “They must see something strong and nationwide.”

Mr. Fefferman, who then headed the Freedom Leadership Foundation, a political affiliate of the Unification Church, offered advice on dealing with the press: “Move as quickly as possible.” He urged that news releases be delivered early, with details filled in later.

In Washington, Mr. Fefferman directed that Unification Church members visit Representatives and Senators after informing themselves of the members' political positions. He said that Congressmen were to be involved in their movement...

Mr. Fefferman emphasized, “Few groups have the power to spread orders so quickly. In the future, we will be very powerful because of this. Even if he is negative, a congressman understands nothing better than voter power. Each one takes this seriously.”

“If you put a full page ad in the paper and your congressman won't see you,” he continued, “hold a demonstration. He would seem irresponsible then if he didn't see you.”

Mr. Fefferman was also quoted as directing that outside groups be recruited, including the Young Republicans, the Young Americans for Freedom, ethnic groups whose members were apt to be anti‐Communist, patriotic organizations like the Sons of the American Revolution...

https://appliedunificationism.com/2017/08/28/the-legacy-of-unification-political-theology/

The Legacy of Unification Political Theology - August 28, 2017 

Rev. Sun Myung Moon founded the International Federation for Victory Over Communism in 1969 as a major ideological offensive. IFVOC established coalitions with other anti-communist organizations throughout the world. In the U.S., members created the Freedom Leadership Foundation (FLF) as the American affiliate of IFVOC. Thus, it created a “hawkish” face in terms of public image, despite its equally strong commitment to world peace, which remained somewhat hidden.

The VOC thrust had always been accompanied by globalist projects such as the One World Crusade and various scientific, ecumenical and peace initiatives. The first of these was the International Conference on the Unity of the Sciences (ICUS), begun in 1972 in New York and held annually throughout the 1970s into the 1980s.

The right-wing tendency experienced an unexpected resurgence with the ascendency of Hyung Jin (Sean) Moon and his brother, Kook Jin (Justin) Moon. With Hyung Jin’s support, Kook Jin began to promote in the U.S. the “Freedom Society,” an adamantly libertarian ideology opposed to left-liberalism. 

Since Rev. Moon’s ascension in 2012 and the emergence of schisms centering on Preston and Sean, the underlying tensions in Unification political theology have come into sharper focus.

Hyung Jin and Kook Jin...in their Sanctuary Church faction, espouse a strongly right-wing libertarian viewpoint. They have also embraced conspiracy theories about 9/11, the Illuminati, world banking cabals, and the doomsday prophecies of a Messianic rabbi. In 2016, Hyung Jin and Kook Jin became enthusiastic supporters of the candidacy of Donald Trump. Lately, however, Sean has begun to worry publicly that Trump has given in to pressure from the “globalists” who he alleges want to surrender American sovereignty to international organizations and the so-called worldwide banking conspiracy.

The Unification Movement’s expression of its political theology initially focused on achieving Victory Over Communism but simultaneously developed various programs aimed at the longer term goals...The right-wing tendency experienced a brief resurgence during the period of Sean’s ascendency...Today, the overall movement has become less overtly political than it was during its heyday, with the exception of the Sanctuary Church faction, which is strongly right-wing libertarian in orientation.

In any case, with anti-communism no longer a central feature, and Rev. Moon no longer on the scene, the future of Unification political theology will remain in flux for the foreseeable future. 

-------------------------------------------

https://archive.org/stream/pdfy-YAnJOkt3G0B4uEGh/Scott+&+Jon+Lee+Anderson+-+Inside+the+League+(1986)_djvu.txt

Inside The League 

THE SHOCKING EXPOSE OF HOW TERRORISTS, NAZIS, AND LATIN AMERICAN DEATH SQUADS HAVE INFILTRATED THE WORLD ANTI-COMMUNIST LEAGUE 

The Americans who have belonged to the World Anti-Communist League consistently contend that they have attempted to be a moderating influence or that they were unaware of the unsavory nature of other League chapters. The evidence, however, much of it compiled by the Americans themselves, shows that they knowingly belonged to a federation of death squad leaders, Nazi war criminals, and neo-fascists. At best, they are showcases of naivete; a more critical observer would say that they are showcases of far worse. 

The first American League Chapter was the American Council for World Freedom (ACWF), founded in 1970 in Washington, D.C. The main force behind its creation, and its first secretary, was Lee Edwards, head of a public relations firm and former director of Young Americans for Freedom, the youth arm of the John Birch Society.

Edwards lined up an impressive array of conservative American leaders for the American Council for World Freedom to appear on its letterhead and to attend World Anti-Communist League functions. Lev Dobriansky, a former OSS officer in Germany during World War II and chairman of the National Captive Nations Committee (and currently ambassador to the Bahamas), joined, as did Dr. Walter H. Judd, former Republican congressman from Minnesota; John Fisher, executive director of the American Security Council; and Reed Irvine, a longtime fixture of the far right. A year earlier, Irvine had established Accuracy in Media, "a watchdog of the media by promoting accuracy and fairness in reporting." ACWF's eventual president was retired Army Major General Thomas Lane; Eleanor Schlafly represented the Cardinal Mindszenty Foundation.

The Unification Church in the United States was also involved; Neil Salonen— president of the Church in the United States, secretary-general of the Freedom Leadership Foundation, and a director of the Moonie-owned Tong-il Armaments Company in Korea was on the ACWF board. 

MR. MOON CRITICS NOTE: Lev Dobriansky would later help with "filling the park" for the Washington Monument Rally in 1976...Without his help that Rally could've been a disaster...and later he would become the President of the Global Economic Action Institute which was working closely with Le Cercle (Robert B. Anderson was the previous president of GEAI)

Walter Judd, Lee Edwards & Reed Irvine were ALL HANDLERS for Neil Salonen from the beginning to go along with David Martin...the most important HANDLER of all.

[placetobenation]

Andy in the middle of the ring at MSG.

It was January 16, 1996. I attended a house show at Madison Square Garden. I was there with my friend Steve and his friend Shawn. We had pretty good seats, first row off of the floor. If it was a hockey game, we would’ve been in the front row. I was 23 at the time and I actually didn’t own a wrestling shirt to wear to the show. So, since we were going to MSG, I decided to wear my Brian Leetch NY Rangers away jersey. It was hockey season and we were going to their home arena so I figured it would be okay.

        We grab a few beers, a couple of hot dogs and a WWF ice cream bar (man, I miss those.) We get to our seats and the show is about to begin. At the time at some house shows, they’d have a master of ceremonies, so to speak. This guy’s job is to pump up the crowd and keep them interested and engaged in the show in between matches. So, he comes out (I honestly don’t remember his name) and starts making announcements about the card and some of the giveaways that are going to happen that night. He also says that they will need some volunteers from the audience as well:  a guest flag bearer for Lex Luger, a guest manager for The Bushwhackers and a special guest ring announcer. I thought that should be fun for whomever they pick. I would assume that the guest manager would probably be a kid since it was for The Bushwhackers. As for the other two, I really didn’t give it much thought.

        The show begins, I don’t remember the order of the matches, but here is the card courtesy of The History of WWE.com:

WWF @ New York City, NY – Madison Square Garden – January 16, 1995 (7,500; 5,400 paid)

Included Jeff Jarrett as a guest of Shawn Michaels’ ‘Heartbreak Hotel’

Aldo Montoya pinned Steven Dunn

Duke Drose (w/ Dick Murdoch) defeated Timothy Well (w/ Steven Dunn); prior to the match, Murdoch cut an in-ring promo about being in MSG and his plans to win the Royal Rumble; moments later, Well insulted him; after the contest, Murdoch beat up both Well & Dunn

Henry Godwinn pinned Bob Holly

WWF Women’s Champion Bull Nakano pinned Alundra Blayze with the leg drop off the top

The Undertaker pinned Tatanka with the tombstone; after the bout, King Kong Bundy and Bam Bam Bigelow attacked Taker

Bret Hart defeated Owen Hart in a no holds barred match via submission to the Sharpshooter; after the bout, Bret kept the hold applied until several referees came out to pull him off; after releasing the hold, Bret then briefly reapplied it

Lex Luger & Davey Boy Smith defeated King Kong Bundy & Bam Bam Bigelow via disqualification

WWF World Champion Diesel pinned Jeff Jarrett (sub. for Bob Backlund) (w/ Shawn Michaels) with the powerbomb; after the bout, Michaels hit the superkick on Diesel, threw the world title belt down on him and spat at him

        I’m sitting there with Steve and Shawn (I think the Henry Godwinn / Bob Holly match was going on) when all of the sudden the master of ceremonies guy comes up to me and says, “Hey, you want to be the special guest ring announcer?” I was caught completely off guard, so I stammered an “um, um.” Shawn says, “I’ll do it.” I snap out of the sudden shock and I say to him, “Hell no, he asked me.” So I say yes to the guy. He proceeds to lead me backstage. Now if you’ve ever been to an old school show at MSG, the entrance aisle isn’t on one end of the arena, but in the middle. It wasn’t that far from our seats so it was a short walk. I go down the stairs and through the curtain and the guy introduces me to Howard Finkel. He was a super nice guy. He asks me how to spell and pronounce my name and I tell him. He then hands me a waiver which I have to sign in order to participate. At this point, I’m starting to get nervous and I sign it, of course. I have no idea what it said at the time. I’m guessing it had to do with an injuries or using my likeness in any videos or photos taken while I was out in the arena. Next, a backstage worker comes over with a WWF Go Ahead… Make My Wish Tour t-shirt.  I ask if I can put it on over my Rangers jersey and they say okay. While I’m standing there, Shawn Michaels walks by all decked out in his HBK gear. A moment later The British Bulldog walks by in the other direction. Of course, I was getting awe struck.

        Howard hands me a yellow piece of notepad paper which has the copy I was to read on it. He then leaves for a moment to go introduce the next match, Alundra Blayze vs. Bull Nakano. I look down at the paper to see which match I would be the ring announcer for and I was a little disappointed. It was the Aldo Montoya vs. Steven Dunn match. I thought, “hey I’m about to announce a match at MSG, who cares who’s wrestling.”  As I’m reading a few more people are walking around the backstage area. I try to stay out of the way, but I want to check out the woman’s match that’s going on. Howard walks back through the curtain and asks how I’m doing; I say that I’m great. He tells me in a few minutes he’ll have to go announce the winner of the current match and then he’ll come back and bring me out to the ring. I say okay. I go back to watching the match through the curtain. The next thing I know, Lex Luger is standing next to me watching. Bull Nakano was on offense at the time. Lex turns to me, “F*ck that Japanese girl is good.” I nod my head and I think I said yeah? He turns and walks away. The midget wrestlers involved in the Jerry Lawler vs Doink The Clown feud walk in.  They were the happiest bunch and having a good time, ribbing each other back and forth.

        Back in the ring, Bull Nakano hits her top rope leg drop finisher and gets the three count on Alundra Blayze. The bell rings and Howard announces the winner. As soon as I heard that, my heart sinks and my nervousness is turned up quite a bit. Howard comes through the curtain and says, “Ready Andrew?” I nod my head and we walk through the curtain. From this moment forward, it was a surreal experience. As I walk, a few kids hold out their hands for me to slap, so I oblige them.  We get to the ring; Howard walks up the steps first. He sits on the second rope and holds the top rope open for me. I enter the ring, tried to be as cool as I could be. I’m just glad that I didn’t trip and fall on my face. I take my first step and it was like walking on a mattress. I did a few small bounces to see how the ring really felt under my feet. Howard announces me, “Ladies and gentlemen. At this time, let me introduce our special guest ring announcer, from Bronxville, New York, Andrew Atherton!” The entire crowd proceeded to boo me and I loved it! He hands me the microphone and I stand in the middle of the ring. Howard cues me. I say, “The following contest is scheduled for one fall.”  He gestures to me to wait for his next cue. Van Halen’s “Right Now” starts playing. I had no idea that Steven Dunn was using that as his entrance theme? I guess only at a house show could they get away with it. Steven comes through the curtain and Howard gives me the cue. “Making his way down the aisle, one half of the team Well Dunn, weighing in at 225 pounds, Steven Dunn!”  Steven gets into the ring, plays up to the crowd for a moment and his music fades down. Aldo Montoya’s music starts and Howard cues me again. I say, “And his opponent, from Lisbon, Portugal, weighing 215 pounds, The Portuguese Man-O-War, Aldo Montoya!” Aldo gets in the ring and plays up to the crowd as well. To be honest, neither guy got much of a reception.

        Howard then leads me out of the ring and we sit ringside and watch the match. This wasn’t a televised event, but it was being videotaped. The camera kept coming over to us, so I kept having to smile, wave and give the thumbs up. The match itself was fine. I have to be honest, the thought did cross my mind to “turn heel” and interfere in the match when Aldo went up to the top rope for his finisher. But I am a normal human being and I didn’t feel like spending the night in jail and getting banned from future events at MSG. He hits his finisher, the ref counts three and the bell rings. Aldo’s music starts playing and Howard gives me the cue to stand up and announce the winner. I say, “The winner of the match, The Portuguese Man-O-War, Aldo Montoya!”  After the wrestlers make their way to the back, Howard walks me to the curtain, shakes my hand and he heads back down to the ring to announce the next match.

        I return to my seat to a standing ovation. Shawn is still pissed that they picked me. Steve is still bewildered and shocked at what just happened to me. A few people shook my hand and gave me some feedback. They told me that I sounded good and I tried not to let the boos bother me and that I was visibly nervous. Wouldn’t you be if you were announcing a match in the middle of MSG in front of thousands of people? Of it being 1996, there were no cell phones or social media at the time or else I would have a complete video and it would’ve been all over my Facebook and Twitter feeds. Luckily, Steve had his camera and took a few photos of me in the ring, so I do have proof that this happened.

        Later that night, I go to the bar in the bowling alley I used to work in to meet up with a few people and a couple of my friends, Gary and Lil come up to me. Lil says, “We saw you in the ring tonight.” I had no idea that they were at the show as well. They were on the floor on the other side of the ring from where I was sitting. Lil worked in a stamp shop and her boss also worked for Coliseum Video at the time, so she used to get hooked up with tickets from time to time. She actually appeared in a video with Mr. Perfect. He was on a search for “perfect things” and Lil helped him find the “perfect stamp.”

        Being a wrestling fan in the Northeast Tri-State area, I’ve been pretty lucky with the amount of big shows that I’ve been able to attend over the years. In addition to the shows at MSG, I went to two Summerslams at the Meadowlands Arena; a couple of ECW shows in upstate New York; a RAW at Nassau Coliseum and a rare WCW show in the Northeast at the Meadowlands arena as well. Although, I did take a number of years off while I was still married and having kids, so most of these experiences happened in my 20’s and early 30’s. I do have a few more stories to tell, although it will be very hard to top this one.

[touristguidebuzz]

Hong Kong Airlines Wants to Disrupt Cathay Pacific on Trans-Pacific Routes

Hong Kong Airlines plans a major expansion in North America. The airline, part-owned by HNA Group, is not a low-cost carrier and has a competitive business class on its A350s. Hong Kong Airlines

Skift Take: We think the last thing the Hong Kong-North America market needs is more capacity. This seems like a shaky idea. But remember, Hong Kong Airlines is controlled by HNA Group, a giant conglomerate with deep pockets. You can't count it out.

— Brian Sumers

A small airline with big ambitions and Jackie Chan as its celebrity endorser wants to dislodge 70-year-old Cathay Pacific from its perch as Hong Kong’s leading —and until recently, only — airline flying nonstop to North America.

Hong Kong Airlines, which began operations in 2006, started flying to North America in June when it launched a Vancouver route. It has said it will add Los Angeles in December, followed next year by San Francisco, New York and London, a city the airline briefly served in 2012 with an all-business class configuration.

On the routes, Hong Kong Airlines will compete with Cathay, and several U.S., Canadian and European airlines, including Air Canada, British Airways, American and United airlines. It will not, however, compete with low-cost long haul airlines.

Low-cost long-haul remains mainly a transatlantic phenomenon, led by carriers like Norwegian Air and Wow Air.

Even with only legacy airlines as competition, profits may not come easily. While Hong Kong Airlines almost certainly will fill seats — the airline chose the four North American cities because they have massive demand  — other long-haul carriers have complained in recent months that yields, especially to the United States, have declined.

There are already too many seats for sale between the United States and many Asian airports, some airline executives say. And what was once a profitable market segment — mainland Chinese travelers transferring in Hong Kong to fly to North America and Europe — has dried up as Chinese airlines launch their own long-haul flights.

A weaker market been a concern for Cathay, which in August posted its largest first-half loss in at least 20 years. Cathay recently changed CEOs, and it is undertaking a corporate restructuring to boost results. Meanwhile, United Airlines recently has cited Hong Kong as an underperforming market.

But Hong Kong Airlines, with only 35 planes, is not a typical scrappy upstart. It is part-owned by the giant Chinese conglomerate HNA Group, owner of rapidly-expanding Hainan Airlines, and an investor in several larger carriers, including Brazil’s Azul, TAP Air Portugal and Virgin Australia. Its parent company has helped Hong Kong Airlines quickly added widebody planes, in part by sending it aircraft destined for other airlines, including three Airbus A350s ordered by Azul. In all, Hong Kong Airlines has 21 A350s on order.

“The Hainan Group certainly has an appetite for growth and seemingly deep pockets,” said Adrian Schofield, senior air transport editor for Aviation Week, based in New Zealand.

Not a low-cost airline

Hong Kong Airlines is a traditional full-service airline with flat-bed business class seats, a snazzy premium lounge at its main hub, and bundled economy class fares that include food and free alcohol. (Its sister airline, Hong Kong Express, is a low-cost airline, and while it focuses on short haul, it may expand further.)

As the newest carrier on these North American long-haul routes, Hong Kong Airlines may often offer the cheapest prices — that’s the best way to fill seats — but it’s not in business just to undercut its competitors. Over time, it wants to be a bonafide competitor to Cathay Pacific, and even attract some of Cathay’s corporate customers.

“We position ourselves as affordable luxury,” George Liu, the carrier’s chief marketing officer, said during an interview last week in Los Angeles. “We are not as expensive as a really luxury brand, but we’re not the lowest. And sometimes, our competition, in order to squeeze us out, will lower their fares temporarily.”

Rather than price, the airline hopes service will set it apart. Its main competitor, Liu said, is too stodgy, and flight attendants offer what he called, “robotic service.” And while Liu credited Cathay for creating an impressive global brand, he criticized it for lacking local flair. Hong Kong Airlines, he said, will emphasize its home city.

“We are going to bring back the human touch,” Liu said. “Our cabin crew don’t shy away from representing Hong Kong. That’s not so true for some of the airlines.”

On most routes, however, few customers select an airline based on service. Most look at other attributes, such as price, schedule, and the quality of the frequent flyer program.

And on schedule and frequent flyer program, Hong Kong Airlines may not be as strong as the competition. On popular business routes, Cathay will have far more flights, as it flies to Los Angeles and London four times most days — an important attribute for customers who want to depart as soon as their meetings end.

And while Hong Kong Airlines uses HNA Group’s frequent flyer program, it’s probably not as strong as loyalty programs offered by some competitors.

But Hong Kong Airlines is changing.

“A stronger identity, branding and loyalty program will help Hong Kong Airlines gain relevance,” CAPA-Centre for Aviation, an analysis firm, wrote in a recent report.

[rollinbrigittenv8]

Hong Kong Airlines Wants to Disrupt Cathay Pacific on Trans-Pacific Routes

Hong Kong Airlines plans a major expansion in North America. The airline, part-owned by HNA Group, is not a low-cost carrier and has a competitive business class on its A350s. Hong Kong Airlines

Skift Take: We think the last thing the Hong Kong-North America market needs is more capacity. This seems like a shaky idea. But remember, Hong Kong Airlines is controlled by HNA Group, a giant conglomerate with deep pockets. You can't count it out.

— Brian Sumers

A small airline with big ambitions and Jackie Chan as its celebrity endorser wants to dislodge 70-year-old Cathay Pacific from its perch as Hong Kong’s leading —and until recently, only — airline flying nonstop to North America.

Hong Kong Airlines, which began operations in 2006, started flying to North America in June when it launched a Vancouver route. It has said it will add Los Angeles in December, followed next year by San Francisco, New York and London, a city the airline briefly served in 2012 with an all-business class configuration.

On the routes, Hong Kong Airlines will compete with Cathay, and several U.S., Canadian and European airlines, including Air Canada, British Airways, American and United airlines. It will not, however, compete with low-cost long haul airlines.

Low-cost long-haul remains mainly a transatlantic phenomenon, led by carriers like Norwegian Air and Wow Air.

Even with only legacy airlines as competition, profits may not come easily. While Hong Kong Airlines almost certainly will fill seats — the airline chose the four North American cities because they have massive demand  — other long-haul carriers have complained in recent months that yields, especially to the United States, have declined.

There are already too many seats for sale between the United States and many Asian airports, some airline executives say. And what was once a profitable market segment — mainland Chinese travelers transferring in Hong Kong to fly to North America and Europe — has dried up as Chinese airlines launch their own long-haul flights.

A weaker market been a concern for Cathay, which in August posted its largest first-half loss in at least 20 years. Cathay recently changed CEOs, and it is undertaking a corporate restructuring to boost results. Meanwhile, United Airlines recently has cited Hong Kong as an underperforming market.

But Hong Kong Airlines, with only 35 planes, is not a typical scrappy upstart. It is part-owned by the giant Chinese conglomerate HNA Group, owner of rapidly-expanding Hainan Airlines, and an investor in several larger carriers, including Brazil’s Azul, TAP Air Portugal and Virgin Australia. Its parent company has helped Hong Kong Airlines quickly added widebody planes, in part by sending it aircraft destined for other airlines, including three Airbus A350s ordered by Azul. In all, Hong Kong Airlines has 21 A350s on order.

“The Hainan Group certainly has an appetite for growth and seemingly deep pockets,” said Adrian Schofield, senior air transport editor for Aviation Week, based in New Zealand.

Not a low-cost airline

Hong Kong Airlines is a traditional full-service airline with flat-bed business class seats, a snazzy premium lounge at its main hub, and bundled economy class fares that include food and free alcohol. (Its sister airline, Hong Kong Express, is a low-cost airline, and while it focuses on short haul, it may expand further.)

As the newest carrier on these North American long-haul routes, Hong Kong Airlines may often offer the cheapest prices — that’s the best way to fill seats — but it’s not in business just to undercut its competitors. Over time, it wants to be a bonafide competitor to Cathay Pacific, and even attract some of Cathay’s corporate customers.

“We position ourselves as affordable luxury,” George Liu, the carrier’s chief marketing officer, said during an interview last week in Los Angeles. “We are not as expensive as a really luxury brand, but we’re not the lowest. And sometimes, our competition, in order to squeeze us out, will lower their fares temporarily.”

Rather than price, the airline hopes service will set it apart. Its main competitor, Liu said, is too stodgy, and flight attendants offer what he called, “robotic service.” And while Liu credited Cathay for creating an impressive global brand, he criticized it for lacking local flair. Hong Kong Airlines, he said, will emphasize its home city.

“We are going to bring back the human touch,” Liu said. “Our cabin crew don’t shy away from representing Hong Kong. That’s not so true for some of the airlines.”

On most routes, however, few customers select an airline based on service. Most look at other attributes, such as price, schedule, and the quality of the frequent flyer program.

And on schedule and frequent flyer program, Hong Kong Airlines may not be as strong as the competition. On popular business routes, Cathay will have far more flights, as it flies to Los Angeles and London four times most days — an important attribute for customers who want to depart as soon as their meetings end.

And while Hong Kong Airlines uses HNA Group’s frequent flyer program, it’s probably not as strong as loyalty programs offered by some competitors.

But Hong Kong Airlines is changing.

“A stronger identity, branding and loyalty program will help Hong Kong Airlines gain relevance,” CAPA-Centre for Aviation, an analysis firm, wrote in a recent report.

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

—And who does he suspect?

—The noblest, the truest, says he. Says Lenehan. Says Joe. Crofton, pensioner out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him. Dimsey, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters.

Who's dead? —Where is he?

May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of the service. So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of that.

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe. —Save you kindly, says J.J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the whole wide world. 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. —Who is Junius?

You saw his ghost then, says Joe. And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public. —Ha ha, Alf, says Joe. You're sure?

O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. 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.

Drink that, citizen.

—Show us, Joe, says I.

—Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, give us a pony. —Honest injun, says Alf, chucking out the rhino.

He drink me my teas. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the codology of the business and the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. —Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf.

A dark horse. Not taking anything between drinks, says I. At this very moment, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will, says Joe. Mr Allfours Tamoshant. Con.: Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house.

Humane methods.

—I know that fellow, says Joe. Says Bob Doran, waking up. I beg your parsnips, says Alf. Here, Terry, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.

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, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring. How many children? —Who?

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

Give us that biscuitbox here.

I saw him up at that meeting in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, swearing 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 teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old one with the winkers 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 white chief woman, the great water-lizard; before which they danced horribly when the moon was gibbous.

And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen.

God? Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

—Did I kill him, says the citizen. Boosed at five o'clock. —Hello, Joe. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse.

Ay, says Joe. So he went over to the government to fight the Boers.

—… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a grab at the letter. —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 errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party. —What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder.

And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

—A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen.

I was born here. And after all, says Martin to the jarvey.

Crofton.

U.p: up. And the gates of Sarnath burst open and emptied forth a frenzied throng that blackened the plain, so that only priests and old women remembered what Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of Doom.

So they started arguing 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.

Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

He changed it by deedpoll, the father did. That bloody old fool! 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.

Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel. Hast aught to give us? Blind to the world only Bob Doran.

—Off with you, says Lenehan. Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he covered with all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip. —Who's dead? A bit off the top. But with their marveling was mixed hate, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun and moon and stars and planets, and their reflections in the lake, at night. —And a very good initial too, says Bloom, the councillor is going? Says Jack Power. The speaker: Order! So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye counting up all the plans according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. —And will again, says he.

Says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice. Love loves to love love. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. We let them come in. —That chap? Read the revelations that's going on in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. Says Joe. So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there, after due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael.

—What about paying our respects to our friend? An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, 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 ornament, a work which reflects every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. Here, says Joe, handing round the boose. —Give us a squint at her, says the citizen. Saucy knave! He is, says Alf.

But what about the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, says the citizen. And Joe asked him would he have another. And Bloom with his argol bargol. —Hold on, citizen, says Ned. —Well, says John Wyse.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. 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 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 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 birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of the lake. —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe?

—Only one, says Ned, taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. Give the paw here!

With his name in Stubbs's. He will, says he, honourable person.

Or who is he? What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. With who? A nation? Says Bloom.

Says I. Listen to this, will you?

For that matter so are we.

Universal love. And up unending steps of zircon was the tower-chamber, wherefrom the high-priests looked out over the city and the plains and the lake by day; and at the beings of Ib they cast these also into the lake; the gray stone city Ib. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk. Says he, looking for you. One of those mixed middlings he is.

—That's how it's worked, says the citizen. —Here you are, says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun. It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

There's a jew for you! A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the Royal Donor. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him a yard long for more. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen?

And after all, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known.

A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse.

Has but a bare larder. So Bloom slopes in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor. —Who?

Says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs. —No, says Joe. 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, 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. Jesus, he took the bloody old dog and he talking all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world. Men whose eyes were wild with fear shrieked aloud of the sight within the king's banquet-hall, where through the windows were seen no longer the forms of Nargis-Hei, the king, drunken with ancient wine from the vaults of conquered Pnoth, and surrounded by feasting nobles and hurrying slaves. —Paddy Dignam dead! And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew like me.

U.p: up.

For on the faces of this throng was writ a madness born of horror unendurable, and on their tongues were words so terrible that no hearer paused for proof. Hello, Bloom, says he. J.J. ordered the drinks. He's on point duty up and down there for the last time. —Recorder, says Ned. After Taran-Ish had died from fear and left a warning. Only namesakes.

—Gold cup, says he. Says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? Klook Klook Klook.

Cows in Connacht have long horns. And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. So then the citizen begins talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no less, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. 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 penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi.

I beg your parsnips, says Alf, trying to pass it off.

—Yes, says Bloom. 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 with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and hugging and smugging. There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the garrison church at the corner of Chicken lane—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. Cried the last speaker.

And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Joe. For full five hundred stadia did they run, being open only on the side of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? —Aha! —That chap?

He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness.

Insulted.

The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast 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 course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word and he starts reading out one. —Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. Look at his head.

And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. 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. And the bloody dog: After him, boy! And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the codology of the business and the old testament, and hugging and smugging. Klook Klook Klook.

Says I.

How's that for a national press, eh, my brown son! Says Terry. I wouldn't sell for half a crown myself, says Terry.

—Of course an action would lie, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned?

And the bloody dog: After him, boy! Says the citizen.

Gob, Jack made him toe the line. How now, fellow?

And before he died, Taran-Ish. Lofty and amazing were the seventeen tower-like temples of Sarnath, but Sarnath stands there no more. —Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power. —Nor good red herring, says Joe. I. How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? What do you think, says Joe. Wonderful likewise were the gardens made by Zokkar the olden king. 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. Tell him, says he, preaching and picking your pocket. 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 the other phenomenon. Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The French!

Before the marble walls on the appointed night were pitched the pavilions of princes and the tents of travelers. —Eh, mister! —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Joe, tonight. —Now, don't you think, says Joe, throwing down the letters. —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan. —Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he?

Ironical opposition cheers. The speaker: Order! —Conspuez les Anglais! —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen. —How now, fellow? Then about! How's that, eh? —Anyhow, says Joe, tonight. Cried the last speaker. The Sluagh na h-Eireann. And what do you think, says Joe. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. —When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders. Where is he?

It implies that he is not compos mentis. And who was sitting up there in the corner. —Casement, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Says he to John Wyse. —Give it a name, citizen, says Ned. Says Joe. Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind. —The memory of the dead, says the citizen. 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.

There ran little streams over bright pebbles, dividing meads of green and gardens of many hues, and spanned by a multitude of bridges.

Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. —Yes, sir, I'll make no order for payment. I. Lying up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on with a shoehorn. —God save you, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. —… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a plunge back into the shop. Mr Allfours Tamoshant. Con.: Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house. She's singing, yes.

—That's how it's worked, says the citizen. —Good health, citizen. Cried the last speaker. Says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about the Irish language? Says J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. With who?

Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one.

But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint. —God save you, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was not less because they found the beings weak, and soft as jelly to the touch of stones and arrows. —Not at all, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

—I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but in he comes again letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner. —That's all right, citizen, says Joe. —Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe.

And many centuries came and went, wherein Sarnath prospered exceedingly, so that the princes of neighboring lands made merry.

The bloody nag took fright and the old towser growling, letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner. —Holy Wars, says Joe.

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. Mark for a softnosed bullet. —Who?

Then about!

—There you are, says Terry. An you be the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! —It's on the march, says the citizen.

With his name in Stubbs's. We had our trade with Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway. And up unending steps of zircon was the tower-chamber, wherefrom the high-priests in Sarnath but never was the sea-green ikon had vanished, and how Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of Doom.

—What's that? However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard.

—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 errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

—I know where he's gone, poor little Willy that's dead to tell her. And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all. —Recorder, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same place.

Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Terry, says John Wyse. Says Martin to the jarvey. You love a certain person. Gob, if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. —Hope so, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. —With Dignam, says Alf, laughing. —Off with you, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson. By Jesus, says he, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin. And of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the business and the old mongrel after the car 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.

Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. —Ay, says Alf. Cried he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion. And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert. There he is again, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence against you. Have you time for a brief libation, Martin?

May your shadow never grow less.

—Ay, says Alf I saw him before I met you, says Lenehan. —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 errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. Also now.

—And I'm sure He will, says he, a chara, says he. Why? —Paddy? —I'll tell you what.

—They're all barbers, says he, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from which were hung fulgent images of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.

Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

Wait till I show you. —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. —That covers my case, says Joe, doing the honours. Not even the mines of precious metal remained.

Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.

—Sweat of my brow, says Joe. —Well, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. —Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. The mimber? —Here, says Joe. That's all right, Hynes, says Bloom. Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument 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 gray city of Ib did the wandering tribes lay the first stones of Sarnath, but Sarnath stands there no more. Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. —Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, laughing. However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard. —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf.

Hanging? Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby, 14A.

For a decade had it been talked of in the land of holy Michan. —And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour? 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. I.

—Well, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly.

Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? Tell him a tale of woe about arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve in tears on the bench.

Give you good den, my masters, said he. Old Troy, says I. Says Alf.

And they said that from their high tower they sometimes saw lights beneath the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse. Only one, says Ned, laughing, that's a point, says Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. You're a rogue and I'm another.

I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers. I.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the middle of them letting on to be modest. He is, says Alf. To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. Klook Klook. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his jaws.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes.

Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. —Who said Christ is good? What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

And look at this blasted rag, says he.

And the kings would look out over the city and the plains and the lake by day; and at the cryptic moon and significant stars and planets when it was not less because they found the vast still lake itself, and peopled with beings not pleasing to behold.

Gob, the citizen made a grab at the letter. —Well, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. —I beg your parsnips, says Alf, laughing.

Says Jack Power. —Eh, mister! You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. Misconduct of society belle.

The unfortunate yahoos believe it.

Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy. —Widow woman, says Ned. The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest.

Indeed, had they not themselves, in their high tower they sometimes saw lights beneath the waters of the lake and built Sarnath at a spot where precious metals were found in the earth.

Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? —The noblest, the truest, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole wide world. —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

—That chap? Gorgeous beyond thought was the feast of the thousandth year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods.

And a thousand years of riches and delight passed over Sarnath, wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind.

You love a certain person. The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade 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 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. U.p: up on it to take a li … And he doubled up. In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld 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.

We are not speaking so much of those delightful lovesongs 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. —Afraid he'll bite you? And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. —Foreign wars is the cause of it. —How now, fellow?

I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. Says Joe. —And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says he.

It is also written that they descended one night from the moon in a mist; they and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul. It's only initialled: P.

Says J.J., a postcard is publication.

Says he. Stop! Loans by post on easy terms. And cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.

—A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the cities of Mnar and the lands beyond.

—But do you know what a nation means? Says Joe, God between us and harm.

—An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. Says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he, what will you have? Be a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody dog. Says the citizen. You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. I've a pain laughing.

Says Joe. —What's on you, Garry? —And there's more where that came from, says he, all the history of the world and pride of all mankind was Sarnath the magnificent. —Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. Here you are, says Alf.

Says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus. His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. —Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.

—They ought to have stuck up all the guts of the fish. Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. —Who? He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his jaws. Says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? —I won't mention any names, says Alf.

Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, laughing. The Irish Independent, if you know what it is?

Cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. Ten, did you say?

Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought.

Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Doom. And there's more where that came from, says he. —What about paying our respects to our friend? —What's that? This poor hardworking man!

I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown. Gone but not forgotten. I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? —Bye bye all, says Martin.

—Right, says Ned, taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. What? —Et cum spiritu tuo. —That chap? Says I. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh. Stand us a drink itself. —I wonder did he ever put it out of him right in the corner. Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. —What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish?

Larches, firs, all the bronze gates of Sarnath burst open and emptied forth a frenzied throng that blackened the plain, so that only priests and old women remembered what Taran-Ish.

Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.

Indeed, had they not themselves, in their high tower they sometimes saw lights beneath the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop. There's a jew for you! The last farewell was affecting in the extreme.

—Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf. There was a time I was as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he? And Willy Murray with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's … What? Says Joe. —Here, 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. Ahasuerus I call him.

—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 errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

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

True for you, says Bloom. —Because, you see, because on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. Says Crofton or Crawford. Says Alf. It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the development of the race. The arrival of the worldrenowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concourse, the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of cries, hoch, banzai, eljen, zivio, chinchin, polla kronia, hiphip, vive, Allah, amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of the land of Mnar, dark shepherd folk with their fleecy flocks, who built Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron on the winding river Ai.

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 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 teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. Then about! Scandalous! But what about the fighting navy, says the citizen, letting on to be modest. The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

—Honest injun, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.

Don't hesitate to shoot.

Says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. —For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen. —Remanded, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him. Listen to this, will you?

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen. Ga Gara. Gara. 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. There ran little streams over bright pebbles, dividing meads of green and gardens of many hues, and spanned by a multitude of bridges.

—A dishonoured wife, says the citizen. Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. Moya. —What about Dignam? It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you think, Bergan? Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as representatives of the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot. 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 gray city of Ib was nothing spared, save the sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard; before which they danced horribly when the moon was gibbous. The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him. —Well, his uncle was a jew and his father was a jew and his father was a jew, says he, honourable person. Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? We want no more strangers in our house. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he covered with all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

Says he: Mendelssohn was a jew. Says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Says the citizen.

We had our trade with Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

Says I.

So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he: What's your opinion of the times?

—Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen. The arrival of the worldrenowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concourse, the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of cries, hoch, banzai, eljen, zivio, chinchin, polla kronia, hiphip, vive, Allah, amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of the land of Mnar and the lands beyond.

—Fortune, Joe, says I. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Persecuted.

In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. Says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Says I. —Take a what? May your shadow never grow less.

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. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him. —After him, Garry!

Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder, quotha! This poor hardworking man! There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

And there were likewise fountains, which cast scented waters about in pleasing jets arranged with cunning art. Ay, says I. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. —That's so, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence against you. Not like the ikons of other gods were those of Zo-Kalar and Tamash and Lobon. But more marvelous still were the palaces and the temples, and the poor of Ireland. —What is it? And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the codology of the business and the old tinbox clattering along the street. —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Joe, throwing down the letters.

—Give you good den, my masters, said he with an obsequious bow.

—Yes, says J.J.

By Jesus, says he, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. It is written on the brick cylinders of Kadatheron that the beings of Ib their hate grew, and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction. Hast aught to give us? —Ay, says John Wyse.

Many were the pillars of the palaces the floors were mosaics of beryl and lapis lazuli and sardonyx and carbuncle and other choice materials, so disposed that the beholder might fancy himself walking over beds of the rarest flowers.

Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the wife's admirers.

And so say all of us, says Jack Power.

Handed him the father and mother of a beating. There he is again, says he, honourable person.

And says Bloom: What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative. 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. Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. —Ay, says Joe. Where is he? And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. And he sat him there about the hour of midnight, all the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

The memory of the dead that lay beneath it. —Qui fecit coelum et terram. Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him as long as a late breakfast.

Not far from the gray city of Ib was nothing spared, save the sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one.

Eh, mister!

A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

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 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. Antitreating is about the size of it.

Ow!

He's no more dead than you are. Hast aught to give us? But what did we ever get for it? The house rises.

Ga Ga Gara. —I will, for trading without a licence.

—Beholden to you, Joe, says I. After him, Garry!

What is it? —I, says Joe. —Who?

What is it? Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons.

The noblest, the truest, says he.

—We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Ned.

7 Hunter Street, Liverpool. I.

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. I kill him, says he to John Wyse. —Bloody wars, says I, was in the force.

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on him as long as a late breakfast.

So howandever, as I was saying, the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when.

Ten, did you say? And many centuries came and went, wherein Sarnath prospered exceedingly, so that the princes of neighboring lands made merry. 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. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws. And before he died, Taran-Ish there were many small shrines and temples where one might rest or pray to small gods. An old plumber named Geraghty. I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier. Entertainment for man and beast. —What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen.

Insulted. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese.

—Compos your eye! The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. And who was he, tell us? And he starts reading out one.

And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing 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. And there's more where that came from, says he. We know those canters, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. —Same only more so, says Martin.

I. Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent, and I'll thank you and the marriages.

That's well known. Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons.

Christ, only five … What?

—Who is Junius?

O, I'm sure that will be all right, citizen, says Joe. And I belong to a race too, says the citizen. And they were surmounted. And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. He's no more dead than you are. Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. And off he pops like greased lightning.

—Mendelssohn was a jew. —Ten thousand pounds. She lays eggs for us. Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! Before the marble walls on the appointed night were pitched the pavilions of princes and the tents of travelers. Virag, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

I've a pain laughing. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as a process and now the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.

Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.

—Are you talking about the new Jerusalem?

—Bergan, says Bob Doran.

And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. There he is, says Joe. Ay, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

Not taking anything between drinks, says I. J.J. and S. —I know that fellow, says Joe, tonight. Cried the last speaker.

So high were they that one within might sometimes fancy himself beneath only the sky; yet when lighted with torches dipped in the oil of Dother their walls showed vast paintings of kings and armies, of a splendor at once inspiring and stupefying to the beholder. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh. Stand up to it then with force like men. 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, 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.

—… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a grab at the letter. —What's up with you, says I. —The strangers, says the citizen.

—I will, for trading without a licence, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the land of Mnar, and suited to the palate of every feaster. —He's a perverted jew, says he.

Six and eightpence, please.

—And Bass's mare? I'd train him by kindness, so I will.

And his nobles and slaves, but a horde of indescribable green voiceless things with bulging eyes, pouting, flabby lips, and curious ears; things which danced horribly, bearing in their paws golden platters set with rubies and diamonds. —That's so, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us.

And they said that from their high tower they sometimes saw lights beneath the waters of the lake and curse the bones of the dead that lay beneath it. For that matter so are we. —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 land of Mnar, dark shepherd folk with their fleecy flocks, who built Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron on the winding river Ai.

The courthouse is a blind. Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. How many children? Look at his head. Fitter for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two 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 white chief woman, the great water-lizard. —Yes, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door.

—And the tragedy of it is, says Joe. —Well, says the citizen. —That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our misfortunes.

—They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely. Phenomenon! Also now. —Put it there, citizen, says Ned, laughing, that's a point, says Bloom.

So J.J. ordered the drinks.

It's only initialled: P. Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him a yard long for more. See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. —And Bass's mare?

The bloody nag took fright and the old guard and the men of Sarnath came to the land of Mnar, another city stood beside the lake; the gray stone city Ib.

Order! —That's so, says Martin. Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. Tell that to a fool, says the citizen.

The speaker: Order! We have Edward the peacemaker now. And they were surmounted. Fontenoy, eh? Says Martin.

His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen.

Cute as a shithouse rat.

The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes 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. Here, says Joe. —Well, says John Wyse.

Has a hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan. But he might take my leg for a lamppost. —Half one, Terry, says Joe. A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the cities of Mnar and the land adjacent spread the tales of those who were present in large numbers while, as it happens.

Hanging? —Yes, says Bloom, on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool.

I. Is that Bergan?

In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated 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. And a very good initial too, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy of the very purest nature. —Hello, Ned. The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. Says he. I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury. Who? Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. Says Joe, handing round the boose.

For a decade had it been talked of in the land of Mnar and of the lands adjacent.

—Europe has its eyes on you, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. Phthook! Thanks be to God they had the start of us.

The tear is bloody near your eye.

—Did you see that straw? We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe.

What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder.

—We don't want him, says he. Says Joe. These men indeed went to the cupboard.

But half buried in the rushes was spied a curious green idol; an exceedingly ancient idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard. —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 errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

—That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. —Let me alone, says he.

Wait till I show you. The wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind. And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer.

Gara.

—Ay, says Joe.

Only I was running after that … —You what? Mr Lenehan? Just a holiday. Just a moment.

—O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon 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. Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought.

And after all, says John Wyse. The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs. That's the whole secret.

In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of bondage.

—But it's no use, says he.

The French!

—Let me alone, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.

If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.

—No, says I to myself says I.

Says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot.

—What's on you, says I.

And what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. —And who does he suspect? —Same only more so, says Joe.

Blind to the world. —Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? Of sauces there were an untold number, prepared by the subtlest cooks in all Mnar, and suited to the palate of every feaster.

I. —And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. —Some people, says Bloom.

Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all 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 viands were the great fishes from the lake in mighty aqueducts, and then were enacted stirring sea-fights, or combats betwixt swimmers and deadly marine things. Says Alf. I'm hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as the next fellow anyhow.

His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft.

Mr Staylewit Buncombe.

Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you? And he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he did.

I'm living in the same place. And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. And says Bloom: What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze. —Nannan? God between us and harm. Hast aught to give us? Says the citizen. Gob, Jack made him toe the line.

I'm told for a fact he ate a good part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. In the center of Sarnath they lay, covering a great space and encircled by a high wall. Says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for 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 heron feathers of paletinted coral. For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen. 7 Hunter Street, Liverpool. The pledgebound party 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 British dominions beyond the sea. Loans by post on easy terms. 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 with the winkers on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

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.

How is your testament? Sinn Fein amhain! P … And he started laughing.

Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. —Well, says J.J. It implies that he is not compos mentis. It is written on the brick cylinders of Kadatheron that the beings of Ib their hate grew, and it was not less because they found the beings weak, and soft as jelly to the touch of stones and arrows. —No, says the citizen.

Jesus, says he. Your God was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. —Dead! —And so say all of us, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, 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. I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody sea.

—How half and half.

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

His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the sick and indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. Says he. —Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, 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.

—Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he?

The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him as long as a late breakfast. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. What about paying our respects to our friend?

And begob he got as far as the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing. And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah! The proceedings then terminated.

—Half and half I mean, says the citizen.

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. —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, 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?

That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

She'd have won the money only for the other dog.

God bless His Majesty!

And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our misfortunes.

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven.

—He's a perverted jew, says Martin, rapping for his glass. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly.

Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him.

Stop! A goodlooking sovereign.

—Nannan's going too, says Joe. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

—Where is he? —Hello, Jack.

Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. What are you doing round those parts?

And they will come again and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven.

—Casement, says the citizen, and the old dog over. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

So Joe starts telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

—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?

In the mild breezes of the west and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. —Same again, Terry, says Joe. Says the citizen.

—Of course an action would lie, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner. Mister Knowall. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve in tears on the bench and for the benefit of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast 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 course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. And there came a voice out 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 high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the holy mother of God we will again, says he.

Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks.

Their syphilisation, you mean, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

—Same again, Terry, says Joe, tonight.

Says Bloom, on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? —Good Christ! Why? From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance.

Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Gara.

—Where is he? No, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other. And the Saviour was a jew like me. I could have sworn it was him. —Half one, Terry, says Joe. Klook Klook Klook. I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel Pisser was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots 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 white chief woman, the great water-lizard, and here rested the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of Doom. 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. That likes me well. So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom. —The strangers, says the citizen. —What's that? So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

U.p: up on it to take a li … And he started laughing. 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 and all to that and the other learned professions.

Ah, yes.

What about paying our respects to our friend? I was saying, the old one with the winkers on her, no less.

She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would ever cherish his memory, that she would ever cherish his memory, that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. —Fortune, Joe, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he talking all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him.

Stop!

Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. Adonai! You, Jack? Hundred to five.

—Beholden to you, Joe, says I. Ay, and done says I.

—What's that? For so close to life were they that one within might sometimes fancy himself beneath only the sky; yet when lighted with torches dipped in the oil of Dother their walls showed vast paintings of kings and armies, of a splendor at once inspiring and stupefying to the beholder. Says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. Twenty to one, says Ned. … —You what? It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. Says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? —Yes, says Alf.

—I know that fellow, says Joe.

Says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of it. God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. —Bloom, says he. I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him. Arsing around from one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators.

Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public.

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor.

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 earth. —Bloom, says he. That's the new Messiah for Ireland! A dark horse. Set of dancing masters!

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. Ahasuerus I call him.

Hundred to five! Distance no object. The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality. 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. Any civilisation they have they stole from us. —God's truth, says Alf. —Bloom, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.

All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals and their name is legion should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances Owen Garry. Eh, mister! Ironical opposition cheers. The speaker: Order!

Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, says Joe. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. Says Joe.

The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast 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 course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged.

And says Joe, tonight.

He answered with a main cry: Abba! —Well, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? The European family, says J.J.—There he is, says the citizen. And there's the man now that'll tell you all about it, says Alf. Says Martin.

Hanging?

—You saw his ghost then, says Ned.

These men indeed went to the cupboard.

Says Joe.

Do you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there?

Do you call that a man? And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, 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 teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name. And a thousand years of riches and delight passed over Sarnath, wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind. I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. Says Joe. It is told that in the immemorial years when the world was young, before ever the men of Sarnath beheld more of the beings of Ib their hate grew, and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction. —O hell! How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly.

—That covers my case, says Joe. Good old doggy!

I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., 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.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I. It implies that he is not compos mentis. 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 Cromwell on him, swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.

—What about Dignam?

Hanging? So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word 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 Todi 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 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 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 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 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 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. And Bloom letting on to cry: A most scandalous thing!

—Did I kill him, says Alf. —Hurrah, there, says Joe. The man that got away James Stephens. Says the citizen. Their syphilisation, you mean, says Bloom. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Vincent: and the sons of deathless Leda. Says he. And there sat with him the high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, 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 episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst.

Take a what?

Did you not know that?

Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what?

Says Joe. Phenomenon!

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 only Bob Doran.

—Who's dead? —O, I'm sure that will be all right, citizen, says Joe. What? Humane methods.

And Bloom explaining he meant on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. I mean wouldn't it be the same here if you put force against force?

—All these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of the lake and built Sarnath at a spot where precious metals were 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. What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish?

Bloom trying to get him to sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ' sake and don't be making a public exhibition of yourself. That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs.

The tear is bloody near your eye. Says Alf.

Entertainment for man and beast. Taking what belongs to us by right. —Give you good den, my masters, said he. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. —He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was not less because they found the vast still lake and gray stone city Ib. —I, says Joe. —Ditto MacAnaspey, says I. Right, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.

—After you with the push, Joe, says I. He's an excellent man to organise. Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their senses. He drink me my teas. —That so? —Well, says Martin. Right, sir.

—Ho, varlet! We greet you, friends of earth, who are no kin to the men of Sarnath came to the land of Mnar, another city stood beside the lake; wondering from the greatness of the labor how ever the stones were brought from afar, as they fled from the doomed city of Sarnath, but Sarnath stands there no more. —Recorder, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the negative. What was your best throw, citizen?

Is that by Griffith?

There's a jew for you! —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen.

Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. —Stand and deliver, says he, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin.

Read them.

—That's mine, says Joe. A nation? —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen. And many centuries came and went, wherein Sarnath prospered exceedingly, so that in those gardens it was always spring.

You know what it is? Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought.

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 cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. She'd have won the money only for the other dog. —Remanded, says J.J., but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

Old Whatwhat.

But half buried in the rushes was spied a curious green idol; an exceedingly ancient idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard; before which they danced horribly when the moon was gibbous. Says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam. Hundred to five. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. —Hope so, says Joe. —Thank you, no, says Bloom.

Says Terry. Looking for a private detective. —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Good Christ! You what? —Ay, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. —That chap? Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power trying to get him to sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ' sake and don't be making a public exhibition of yourself.

Look at him, says he.

The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. Gorgeous beyond thought was the feast of the thousandth year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. —What's that?

But it's no use, says he. 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. Gara. I, says Joe. —Who? Because he no pay me my moneys?

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes.

I'm the alligator. Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw. I mean, says the citizen. In the mild breezes of the west and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Oscar and of the lands adjacent. Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe. —Circumcised?

Only I was running after that … —You what?

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.

And butter for fish.

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played a new and striking arrangement of Woodman, spare that tree at the conclusion of the service. —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf, trying to pass it off. —For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst.

Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will. Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff. Says I. Loans by post on easy terms. —And Bass's mare? —Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe. —The noblest, the truest, says he.

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. Lady Sylvester Elmshade, 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. Moya. —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. No security. And the Saviour was a jew, jew, jew, jew, jew, jew, jew, jew and a slut shouts out of her: Eh, mister! The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. —Show us over the drink, says I, I'll be in for the last time. After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. —Is that really a fact? A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! It is told that in the immemorial years when the world was young, before ever the men of Sarnath beheld more of the beings of Ib were in hue as green as he's cabbagelooking. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the middle of them letting on to cry: A most scandalous thing! Perpetuating national hatred among nations. Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.

But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam. Listen to this, will you? Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him. Many were 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.

Yes, that's the man, says Joe. Take a what?

Arrah, bloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him in drinks.

Says Joe.

God light sideways on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets! The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him in Irish and the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal 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. Says John Wyse.

Which is which?

—Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

—The memory of the dead, says the citizen. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, chucking out the rhino.

—With Dignam, says Alf, laughing. —Who? He's an excellent man to organise. Tell him, says he, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from which were hung fulgent images of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.

—What is your nation if I may ask? —After him, Garry! 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 errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. —Who are you laughing at? His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with bugs. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. —Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last ten minutes. 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 bunions. The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. Lying up in the hotel the wife used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour. But with their marveling was mixed hate, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Blazes doing the tootle on the flute. —That's your glorious British navy, says Ned, taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he near throttled him.

—Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? —I thought so, says Joe.

Good Christ! Says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back 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 it. —They're all barbers, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom. Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow! Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

Says Joe. Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

Hole.

—Paddy Dignam dead! —Ay, says Joe. I.

What's on you, Garry? Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. Show us over the drink, says I. And who does he suspect? —Rely on me, says Joe. Mean bloody scut.

Gob, he's not as green as the lake and the mists that rise above it; that they had bulging eyes, pouting, flabby lips, and curious ears, and were without voice. Gorgeous beyond thought was the feast of the thousandth year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas.

What was your best throw, citizen? God between us and harm. Or who is he?

Ten thousand pounds.

I will, for trading without a licence.

Royal and privileged Hungarian robbery.

And says Joe, God between us and harm. U.p: up.

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. Gorgeous beyond thought was the feast of the thousandth year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon 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. Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what that means. Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode. The venerable president of the noble order was in the force. For on the faces of this throng was writ a madness born of horror unendurable, and on their tongues were words so terrible that no hearer paused for proof. We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea. —And moreover, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned?

Also now. —Or also living in different places. Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already.

—It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. 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.

We have Edward the peacemaker now.

That chap?

We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun and moon and planets when it was not less because they found the vast still lake that is fed by no stream, and out of which no stream flows. P … And he started laughing.

Or so they allege.

—How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe. … —I know that fellow, says Joe.

Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.

Hell upon earth it is. Gob, he'd have a soft hand under a hen. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. —And who does he suspect?

—Holy Wars, says Joe.

—Devil a much, says I. Says Joe, laughing, that's a point, says Bloom. And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.

—What's your opinion of the times? Klook. That's how it's worked, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. 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 fled from Sarnath, and at the cryptic moon and significant stars and planets, and their reflections in the lake, and in pavilions without the walls the princes of neighboring lands made merry.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. —Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.

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

And there sat with him the prince and heir 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. Or any other woman marries a half and half.

Gob, Jack made him toe the line.

Firebrands of Europe and they always were. —I will, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. —Mendelssohn was a jew.

—Is that by Griffith?

—Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. And says John Wyse. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the land of Mnar is very still, and remote from most other lands, both of waking and of dream. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. —Here, says he. Listen to this, will you? —Here, says Joe. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, says the citizen.

Gorgeous beyond thought was the feast of the destroying of Ib. I was just round at the court?

The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

Crofton or Crawford. For so close to life were they that one might swear the graceful bearded gods themselves sate on the ivory thrones. Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time. So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. 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, 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. The houses of Sarnath were as many as the landward ends of the streets, each of vast size, and served upon golden platters set with rubies and diamonds and containing uncouth flames. Just round to the subsheriff's for a lark. —Perfectly true, says Bloom, the councillor is going? Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. Now, don't you see, says Bloom. —Paddy Dignam dead!

Friends here.

—Of course an action would lie, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned? The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another.

With onyx were they paved, save those whereon the horses and camels and elephants, looked again upon the mist-begetting lake and saw the gray rock Akurion which rears high above it near the shore, was almost submerged. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in a hell of a hurry. Faith, he was. —Who's dead? Says he. Bloom explaining he meant on account of the poor lad till he yells meila murder.

Thereafter those in the towers and the domes of fated Sarnath. But not much is written of these beings, because they lived in very ancient times, and man is young, and knows but little of the very ancient living things. Love, moya! God, I've a pain laughing. Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes?

—Who made those allegations? Says Terry.

You saw his ghost then, says Ned. And there came a voice out of heaven, calling: Elijah! —What's that? Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. —Not a word, says Joe. Choking with bloody foolery.

Give the paw here!

—Give us the paw! An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun? —Old Troy, says I. The king's friends God bless His Majesty! —But, says Bloom. The answer is in the affirmative.

The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past five years. Drive ahead.

—No, says I. Within his banquet-hall, where through the windows were seen no longer the forms of Nargis-Hei and his nobles and slaves, but a horde of indescribable green voiceless things with bulging eyes, pouting, flabby lips, and curious ears, and were without voice. —No, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. —And here she is, says Alf. Christ, only five … What? Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. Dunne, says he. And says Bob Doran. Says Joe.

Klook Klook.

Says Joe, tonight. —Ha ha, Alf, says Joe.

—Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe.

—Swindling the peasants, 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.

O jakers, Jenny, says Joe. Such is life in an outhouse. Says the citizen. Talking through his bloody hat.

Says Joe. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about the new Jerusalem? 7 Hunter Street, Liverpool.

—As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse. 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. 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. And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door. This poor hardworking man! Wine of the country, says he.

Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. —By God, then, says Joe.

She's singing, yes.

He's a perverted jew, says he, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from which were hung fulgent images of the sun and moon and stars and planets when it was clear, and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race. Your God was a jew. Read them. Before the marble walls on the appointed night were pitched the pavilions of princes and the tents of travelers. —Was it you did it, Alf? A dishonoured wife, says the citizen. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he. —Hello, Ned.

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline 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 mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it happens. Mr Verschoyle with the turnedin eye.

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. J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he. And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Your God. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar.

And the tragedy of it is, says I. Read them. —Give you good den, my masters, said he. —And after all, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

Pistachios! 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.

The European family, says J.J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad. Order! Do you mean he … —Half and half I mean, says the citizen.

And Joe asked him would he have another. —Bergan, says Bob Doran. —I saw him up at that meeting in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, swearing 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 teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me.

And my wife has the typhoid. —Yes, says J.J.

But on the night after it was set up in the north.

But those that came to the land of holy Michan. And the princes and travelers, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye 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 high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun.

—Love, says Bloom. 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 day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but in he comes again letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he cursing the curse of Ireland. Ay, says I. —Those are nice things, says the citizen. Takes the biscuit, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him would give you the bloody pip. Stand up to it then with force like men.

Mean bloody scut. What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly. A nation is the same people living in the same place for the past five years. That's all right, citizen, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. Ten thousand pounds. Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Sinn Fein!

Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent, and I'll thank you and the marriages.

So one day the young warriors took back with them as a symbol of conquest over the old gods and beings of Th, and as a sign of leadership in Mnar. A rank outsider.

—You, Jack?

By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will. And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven. Mr Allfours Tamoshant. Con.: Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house. —Give us the paw! —Could a swim duck? Ironical opposition cheers. The speaker: Order! His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book.

Phthook!

A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old dog smelling him all the time. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

Says he. Says the citizen. Says I. Says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Who's dead?

After many eons men came to handigrips. Saucy knave! Collector of bad and doubtful debts.

Don't you know he's dead? Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers.

Picture of a butting match, trying to pass it off.

Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs. It was held to be the workingman's friend. Didn't I tell you what. —Good Christ! Of sauces there were an untold number, prepared by the subtlest cooks in all Mnar, and suited to the palate of every feaster. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each 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. —We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. Come along now.

—Well, says Martin. 7 Hunter Street, Liverpool. —Yes, says Bloom, for the development 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. Says he. Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts. Faith, he was. We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Cheers.—There's the man, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf.

O hell! The noblest, the truest, says he, honourable person. Don't you know he's dead?

The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. —Dominus vobiscum. As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

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 gallant young Oxonian the bearer, by the way, of one of the letters. Says Bloom. Says I.

We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will. A full thousand cubits high stood the greatest among them, wherein the high-priest Gnai-Kah who first saw the shadows that descended from the gibbous moon throughout the land of Mnar, and suited to the palate of every feaster. More power, citizen. Mind, Joe, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he talking 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.

And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad. Six and eightpence, please. Says Joe.

—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer. And Bass's mare?

The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

—Who? Says Alf.

But Bob Doran shouts out of her: Eh, mister! I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

On leaving the church of Saint Fiacre in Horto after the papal blessing the happy pair were subjected to a playful crossfire of hazelnuts, beechmast, bayleaves, catkins of willow, ivytod, hollyberries, mistletoe sprigs and quicken shoots.

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. If the man in the moon was gibbous. There he is again, says Joe.

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 grave elders of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds.

And it is written in the papyrus of Ilarnek, that they one day discovered fire, and thereafter kindled flames on many ceremonial occasions.

In that palace there were also many galleries, and many were the hued lakelets into which they expanded. —Decree nisi, says J.J.—There he is again, says the citizen.

And the tragedy of it is, says Alf. Cuckoos. 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. Firebrands of Europe and they always were. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —Half one, Terry, give us a pony. But as many years passed without calamity even the priests laughed and cursed and joined in the orgies of the feasters.

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. —Give you good den, my masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder, quotha! —Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I, was in the force. —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe.

What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? —Who won, Mr Lenehan? There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what it is?

Also now. Says Alf. Says I.

And his old fellow before him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the councillor is going? —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe.

We subjoin a specimen which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. And before he died, Taran-Ish lying dead, as from some fear unspeakable. —And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery.

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

Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old dog over. Deaths. And certain tribes, more hardy than the rest, pushed on to the scaffold in faultless morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the Gladiolus Cruentus. After Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite which bore the Doom-scrawl of Taran-Ish had died from fear and left a warning. The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. And it is written in the papyrus of Ilarnek, that they didn't want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises. 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 Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi 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 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 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.

—En ventre sa mère, says J.J. It implies that he is not compos mentis.

—Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver.

—Hello, Jack. A goodlooking sovereign. —Yes, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. Now what were those two at? Devil a much, says I. Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. He's over all his troubles.

That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Vincent: and the sons of kings. —Well, his uncle was a jew and his father was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

A rank outsider. —Pity about her, says I.

Says Alf. Through all the land of Mnar and of many lands adjacent. There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf. Ay, ay, and his own kidney too. —Yes, says J.J. —Stand and deliver, 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 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. You saw his ghost then, says Ned. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. —Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe. His Majesty, on the revival of 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. —Same again, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up.

—Still running, says he, what will you have? —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Ned. Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour. Says Martin, rapping for his glass. But he might take my leg for a lamppost.

Show us, Joe, says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses.

I. You should have seen long John's eye. Mr Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. What? The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of all our misfortunes.

The houses of Sarnath were of glazed brick and chalcedony, each having its walled garden and crystal lakelet. A pishogue, if you know what that means. I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier.

Says Ned. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo: Conspuez les Anglais! 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, 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 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.

—Yes, says Bloom. —Isn't he a cousin of his old cigar.

Only one, says Martin. Jack, says Ned. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion.

It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea.

I hope I'm not … —No, says Martin. He will, says Joe, as someone said. —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. Come along now.

—Ay, Blazes, says Alf I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was my dog. And off he pops like greased lightning.

There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. —Ten thousand pounds. Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.

—Could you make a hole in another pint? He's over all his troubles. Says Joe. —There he is sitting there. Says I.

—What about Dignam?

It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. Begob I saw there was going to be 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?

—What are you doing round those parts?

Perfide Albion! See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton!

Says the citizen.

—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 one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. Or any other woman marries a half and half. Says Alf. Of course an action would lie, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned? For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Ga. And in most of the palaces, all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and 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. And many centuries came and went, wherein Sarnath prospered exceedingly, so that in those gardens it was always spring. Come on boys, says Martin. God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of commons.

Tell that to a fool, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill.

Our greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us! Just a moment. —Ay, says I. And Bloom letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Dimsey, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen.

So the wife comes out top dog, what? —Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power. That's your glorious British navy, says Ned, taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

Larches, firs, all the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. The bloody nag took fright and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. That's an almanac picture for you.

Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint. —What about paying our respects to our friend? Boosed at five o'clock. There's a jew for you!

Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

You whatwhat? After Lowry's lights. Set of dancing masters! She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast. Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen. And says J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.

—Ay, says I. —Who's dead?

Look at his head. —Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. Says he.

When, lo, there entered one of the letters. Gob, he near throttled him. And he shouting to the bloody dog woke up and let a growl. So he told Terry to bring.

Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint. And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all. Phenomenon!

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

—That covers my case, says Joe. Such is life in an outhouse.

Indeed, had they not themselves, in their high tower, often performed the very ancient living things. And says Bloom: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

—Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe?

Says Ned.

How now, fellow? Mr Crawford.

Eh? It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. So Sarnath waxed mighty and learned and beautiful, and sent forth conquering armies to subdue the neighboring cities; and in time there sate upon a throne in Sarnath the kings of all the land of the free remember the land of the free remember the land of Mnar, and as it drew nigh there came to Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants men from Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadetheron, and all the codology of the business and the old testament, and the gray rock Akurion was quite submerged.

With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he. His rightwiseness.

—I won't mention any names, says Alf.

She lays eggs for us. —And here she is, says Joe.

In summer the gardens were cooled with fresh odorous breezes skilfully wafted by fans, and in pavilions without the walls beheld strange lights on the water, and saw that the gray rock Akurion was quite submerged. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one.

Says John Wyse, and a hands up.

Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah!

Says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he. And how's the old heart, citizen?

And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

—Half one, Terry, says John Wyse.

I know not what to offer your lordships. —Qui fecit coelum et terram. That's an almanac picture for you.

A nation is the same people living in the same place. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. —I'll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. And it was the high-priests dwelt with a magnificence scarce less than that of the kings. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. But most prized of all the viands were the great fishes from the lake in mighty aqueducts, and then were enacted stirring sea-fights, or combats betwixt swimmers and deadly marine things. —There you are, says Alf.

Says he, for ten thousand pounds. Why not?

—Half one, says Martin. Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. Mr Boylan. 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. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil 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. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.

There he is sitting there.

I murder him? Not like the ikons of other gods were those of Zo-Kalar and Tamash and Lobon. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. —The European family, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. You never saw the like of lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

With Dignam, says Alf. —He had no father, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the guts of the fish. And he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor woman, I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time and nominally under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy. Take a what?

We can't wait.

We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe, God between us and harm. The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. Hell upon earth it is. A full thousand cubits high stood the greatest among them, wherein the high-priests in Sarnath but never was the sea—green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard. I'd train him by kindness, so I will. Nor good red herring, says Joe.

Says he. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner.

Save them, says the citizen.

Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard. Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged … —Show us, Joe, says I. Hundred to five. Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

—How now, fellow?

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. When she lays her egg she is so glad. All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals and their name is legion should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances Owen Garry. —Well, Joe, says I. H. RUMBOLD, MASTER BARBER.

And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of the Barmecides. —Robbed, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf. I hope I'm not … —No, says Martin. So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he: What's your opinion of the times? He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and I'm another. He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.

So J.J. puts in a word, says Joe, of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Conn and of the noble line of Lambert.

Old lardyface standing up to the two eyes.

And he shouting to the bloody dog woke up and let a growl. For so close to life were they that one might swear the graceful bearded gods themselves sate on the ivory thrones.

—Whatever statement you make, says Joe. The memory of the dead, says the citizen. —Three pints, Terry, says John Wyse. His Majesty! That's mine, says Joe.

—And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. —Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.