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А. А. Долинин «Из разысканий вокруг „Анчара“»

Вопрос об источниках «Анчара» очень давно привлекает внимание исследователей и комментаторов Пушкина. Еще в 1900 году Н. Ф. Сумцов проницательно указал на параллель между описаниями «пустыни чахлой и скупой» в «Анчаре» и «долины чудной» в шестой песни «Руслана и Людмилы», отметил упоминание об упасе, или древе яда (англ. upas-tree), в «Странствиях Чайльд-Гарольда» Байрона и предположил также, что Пушкин, вероятно, заимствовал сведения об анчаре «из какого-нибудь путешествия по азиатскому Востоку»1. В. Брюсов в своих комментариях к «Анчару» назвал его возможным источником стихотворение Мильвуа «Манценил» (Le Mancenillier, 1812), несмотря на то что в основе «Манценила» лежит легенда об ином чудесном дереве, растущем в лесах Латинской Америки и повергающем путников в сладостный, но губительный сон2.

Пушкинская конференция в Стэнфорде, 1999: Материалы и исследования / Под ред. Дэвида М. Бетеа, А. Л. Осповата, Н. Г. Охотина и др. М., 2001. С. 11—41.

В 1919 году Я. Перельман, будущий автор «Занимательной физики» и прочих научно-популярных книг, опубликовал под псевдонимом Я. Лесной статью «Откуда Пушкин заимствовал образ Анчара?», в которой он назвал два действительно важнейших источника сведений о фантастическом древе яда: заметку якобы побывавшего на Яве врача голландской Ост-Индской компании Фурша (Foersch), впервые опубликованную на английском языке в 1783 году в лондонском журнале «London Magazine»3, и основанное на этой заметке развернутое описание ядовитого дерева упас (Upas) во второй части поэмы английского врача, ученого и стихотворца Эразма Дарвина (деда Чарльза Дарвина) «Ботанический сад» (The Botanic Garden, a Poem in Two Parts, 1789)4. Это открытие имело тем большее значение, что заметка Фурша была, несомненно, известна русским читателям, ибо ее сокращенный перевод, как установили впоследствии Е. П. Привалова и А. Л. Слонимский, печатался в «Детском чтении для сердца и разума» Новикова5. Однако пушкинисты 1920—30-х годов почему-то не обратили особого внимания на сведения, сообщенные Перельманом. Лишь Н. В. Яковлев, обсуждая обнаруженный в одном из автографов «Анчара» эпиграф из Кольриджа: «It is a poison-tree, that pierced to the utmost / Weeps only tears of poison»6, мельком заметил, что в поэме Эразма Дарвина «Ботанический сад» содержится близкое к «Анчару» описание ядовитого дерева «Upas»7. По мнению Н. В. Измайлова, находки Перельмана не разрешили вопроса: «ни Фурш, ни Эразм Дарвин не являются непосредственными источниками Пушкина; должны быть еще звенья — предшествующие или промежуточные»8. Одно из таких промежуточных звеньев вскоре определил Д. Якубович, обнаруживший изложение легенды о ядовитом древе, которое «на много верст грозит погибелью и все растущее своим дыханьем губит», в драме английского драматурга Джорджа Кольмана «Закон Явы» (The Law of Java, 1822)9. Уже в пятидесятые годы Д. Благой не согласился с Н. Измайловым и Д. Якубовичем и, подхватив идею Перельмана, утверждал, что основным источником «Анчара» явился «своего рода гео-ботанический документ — сообщение доктора Фурша»10. Сходство между «Анчаром» и этим документом (который он обильно цитирует по переводу в «Детском чтении для сердца и разума»), с точки зрения Благого, настолько велико, что нет никакой необходимости заниматься поисками каких-либо иных источников. Само же название дерева «анчар» (которого нет ни у Фурша, ни у других западных писателей, упоминавших о древе яда) Пушкин, как предположил Благой, мог заимствовать из заметки об экспериментах с древесными ядами естествоиспытателя Томаса Хорсфилда, напечатанной в петербургской газете на французском языке «Journal de St. Pétersbourg, politique et littéraire» (1825, 20 octobre)11. С доводами Благого не согласилась В. Г. Боголюбова, которая в пространной и весьма наивной статье пыталась доказать, что Пушкин должен был интересоваться не малодостоверными легендами, а строго научными данными о флоре, фауне и политических событиях на Яве. В этой связи она привлекла внимание к трудам французского ботаника Жана Лешено де ла Тура, который одним из первых опроверг баснословные сведения Фурша и описал несколько разновидностей яванских ядовитых деревьев, назвав одну из них «Antiaris toxicaria»12. Однако решающее слово в споре об источниках «Анчара» было сказано американским ученым Ричардом Густафсоном, чья обстоятельная, великолепно документированная статья «Дерево упас: Пушкин и Эразм Дарвин» лишь совсем недавно была введена в обиход отечественной пушкинистики13. Тщательно рассмотрев все известные упоминания древа яда и сопоставив с ними различные редакции стихотворения, строфу за строфой, Густафсон пришел к тому же выводу, что и Перельман за сорок лет до него: как показал его анализ, при создании «Анчара» Пушкин опирался прежде всего на сообщение доктора Фурша и описание яванского упаса у Эразма Дарвина, чья поэма «Ботанический сад», по весьма убедительному предположению исследователя, была известна Пушкину скорее всего во французском переводе14, который в некоторых деталях ближе к «Анчару», чем оригинал. Густафсон считает, что именно французское издание поэмы могло послужить Пушкину главным, если не единственным, источником всех сведений о легендарном дереве, поскольку в примечаниях к нему (как, впрочем, и во всех английских изданиях «Ботанического сада») приводился полный текст сообщения Фурша. Кроме того, Густафсон первым обратил внимание на то, что примечания к «Ботаническому саду» содержат и еще один любопытнейший документ — реферат защищенной в Упсале диссертации некоего Кристиана Аджмелиуса, в котором ядовитое дерево Явы (the Boa Upas Tree) описывалось как реально существующая диковина, хотя и без явных преувеличений и красочных подробностей Фурша. В реферате утверждалось, что упас «всегда растет в одиночестве, почва вокруг него бесплодна, как будто выжжена; застывший сок темно-коричневого цвета расплавляется при нагревании как другие смолы». Испарения, испускаемые деревом, настолько вредоносны, что птицы, садящиеся на его ветви, тут же падают замертво; туземцы собирают его ядовитый сок, которым они пропитывают свои стрелы, с превеликими предосторожностями, не подходя близко к стволу. Автор реферата замечает также, что преувеличения в рассказах о ядовитом дереве, видимо, отражают местные религиозные верования, согласно которым «пророк Мухаммед посадил это жуткое дерево в наказание за грехи человечества»15.

Таким образом, основной круг возможных источников «Анчара» можно считать установленным. Однако целый ряд важных вопросов, связанных с бытованием и восприятием легенд о ядовитом дереве в европейской культуре, а также с их отражением в тех «промежуточных звеньях», о которых говорил Яковлев, до сих пор остается нерешенным. Нет никакого сомнения в том, что за 45 лет, прошедших с первой публикации «сообщения Фурша» до написания «Анчара», популярная легенда успела обрасти некоей смысловой аурой — истолкованиями, уточнениями, опровержениями, литературными отголосками — и пришла к Пушкину и его читателям-современникам не в чистом виде, непосредственно из одного или нескольких источников, а многократно преломленной и закрепленной в памяти культуры. Цель данной статьи как раз и заключается в том, чтобы попытаться реконструировать эту смысловую ауру легенды, на фоне которой создавался и воспринимался «Анчар».

В своей полемической работе об источниках «Анчара» Владимир Турбин обратил внимание на то обстоятельство, что описание ядовитого дерева было известно Пушкину в двух версиях — легендарной, которая восходила к сообщению Фурша, и документальной, основанной на данных современной науки, — и что он явно отдал предпочтение легенде перед фактом. Из этого критик делает вывод о пушкинском демократизме: согласно Турбину, поэт отвергает «ученость» и «книжность», бросая вызов элитарному «царству доктора Горсфельда, помавающего ортодоксальной ботаникой», и протягивает руку (как Моцарт — слепому скрипачу) «рядовому человеку», «неунывающему хирургу», фантазеру Фуршу чья антидогматическая небылица была подхвачена «народной молвой». Пренебрежительное отношение к «учености», как это часто бывает, сыграло над Турбиным злую шутку. В полемическом пылу он упустил из вида, что на самом деле, как давно установили английские исследователи, никакого «голландского эскулапа» скорее всего не было и что «сообщение Фурша» — это, вопреки мнению Благого, отнюдь не удивительный «гео-ботанический документ» и, вопреки Турбину, отнюдь не бахтинианский карнавальный «глас народа», а достаточно изощренная литературная мистификация, игра ученого ума с полузабытыми латинскими трактатами16.

Хотя имя мистификатора нельзя считать окончательно установленным, «Оксфордский словарь английского языка» предполагает, что им был Джордж Стивенc (George Steevens, 1736—1800), один из ученейших людей своего времени, комментатор Шекспира, мизантроп, известный своим вздорным характером, пристрастием к скандалам и весьма низким мнением об умственных способностях рода человеческого17. Впрочем, кто бы ни был подлинным автором «сообщения Фурша», сама форма его первой публикации в «London Magazine» заставляла предполагать мистификацию. Как заметил еще в 1920-е годы Джон Лоуз, обсуждавший возникновение легенды о ядовитом дереве в связи с биографией С. Кольриджа, едва ли случайно в начале и в конце заметки приведены различные инициалы автора — соответственно Н. П. Фурш (N. P. Foersch) и Дж. Н. Фурш (J. N. Foersch), a завершает публикацию чрезвычайно двусмысленное примечание редакции: «Мы будем счастливы познакомить публику с любыми подлинными сочинениями мистера Фурша через посредство London Magazine»18. He менее двусмысленно звучит и редакционное предисловие19, где, с одной стороны, утверждается, что существование ядовитого дерева и губительное действие его смолы и испарений не вызывают сомнений, но с другой — говорится, что «степень достоверности» описаний лежит на совести Фурша, а само сообщение сравнивается с небылицами знаменитого мистификатора Джорджа Псалманазара, француза, который, приехав в Англию, выдавал себя за уроженца острова Формоза, где он никогда не был. Наконец, в уведомлении о том, что в настоящее время Фурш исполняет должность хирурга на неназванном английском корабле («Mr. Foersch is at present abroad, in the capacity of surgeon on board an English vessel»), можно усмотреть отсылку к «Путешествиям Гулливера» Свифта, герой которых также служит корабельным врачом на английских кораблях и к тому же знает голландский язык.

Если своей мистификацией Джордж Стивенс (или какой-то другой шутник, оставшийся неизвестным) стремился доказать, что широкая публика и в век разума готова принять на веру любую, самую нелепую выдумку, облеченную в форму наукообразного сообщения или свидетельства очевидца, то эта затея, надо признать, увенчалась полным успехом. «Сообщение Фурша» произвело сенсацию в Англии и вскоре распространилось по всей Европе; его немедленно перевели на иностранные языки и начали печатать — уже без всяких оговорок, намеков и шутливых параллелей, ставящих под сомнение подлинность текста, — в различных журналах, альманахах, антологиях и календарях20. Хотя в конце XVIII — начале XIX века сенсационные известия подобного рода, как правило, годами кочевали из одного издания в другое, ни одно из них по длительности жизни, вероятно, не могло сравниться с «сообщением Фурша», которое перепечатывалось снова и снова на протяжении почти тридцати (!) лет21.

В научном мире «сообщение Фурша» с самого начала было встречено с изрядным недоверием. По поручению Нидерландского научного общества два натуралиста, Пальм и Ван Рейн, в конце 1780-х годов провели проверку сведений, приведенных Фуршем, и пришли к заключению, что по большей части его рассказ абсолютно не соответствует действительности22. С их выводами согласился и немецкий ботаник Мартиус, посвятивший «ядовитому дереву Макассара» небольшую монографию23. В своем отчете о посольстве графа Макартни в Китай, предпринятом в 1792 году, Джордж Стаунтон сообщает, что во время остановки посольства на Яве он наводил справки о легендарном упасе (Upas) и выяснил, что такое дерево на острове неизвестно. Он ссылается на работу некоего голландского ученого, полностью опровергающую сообщение Фурша, которое, по его словам, «явилось не чем иным, как наглой попыткой злоупотребить доверчивостью публики»24. В примечании к своему переводу «Ботанического сада» Дарвина на французский язык Делюз также выражает серьезные сомнения в достоверности «невероятных» описаний Фурша и приводит мнение побывавшего на Яве натуралиста Ла Бийардера, назвавшего «чудеса», которые рассказывают о древе яда, пустыми фантазиями25. Знаменитый английский путешественник Джон Барроу, исследовавший Малайский архипелаг, пишет в своей книге, что он повсюду расспрашивал местных жителей о пресловутом древе яда, но результаты его поисков оказались малоутешительными для тех, кто поверил сообщению Фурша. В связи с этим он замечает, что само сообщение уже

внутри себя содержало явные черты бессмыслицы. Требуется некоторая изобретательность, дабы вообразить существование уникального дерева, единственного представителя своего вида, которое стоит посередине голой долины и имеет столь зловредную природу, смертоносную не только для птиц, зверей и всех живых существ, которые, попадая в атмосферу, отравленную его ядовитыми испарениями, немедленно погибают, но и для всех других растений; сжигая и убивая их, оно не щадит даже собственную поросль, пробивающуюся из его корней, но уничтожает ее, как Сатурн, пожирающий собственных детей. Такой природный монстр со своей «тысячью языков, пропитанных убийственным ядом», мог бы показаться почти чрезмерным преувеличением даже для страниц романа или самого неистового поэтического вымысла. Однако сообщение о нем не было полностью дискредитировано. «То, что „странно“, — говорит доктор Джонсон, — доставляет удовольствие, и никому не хочется исправлять пленительное заблуждение». Волшебное перо доктора Дарвина, воспевшее чудеса этого чудесного дерева, сделало заблуждение еще более пленительным и, так сказать, увековечило небылицу об упасе26.

Соображения Джона Барроу заслуживают самого серьезного внимания, ибо действительно благодаря «Ботаническому саду» Дарвина «небылица об упасе» поменяла свой эпистемологический статус, перейдя из области сомнительных слухов о чудесных явлениях природы в сферу поэтического вымысла, и тем самым обрела вторую — значительно более продолжительную — жизнь. Хотя сам Дарвин, как предполагают, был осведомлен о недостоверности «сообщения Фурша»27, воображение поэта в этом случае взяло верх над осмотрительностью ученого. Любопытно, что изображение фантастического, невиданного дерева по мощи и яркости поэтического слога заметно превосходит все остальные, верные действительности описания растений в поэме, и именно оно произвело сильное впечатление на целый ряд английских поэтов. В 1794 году Уильям Блейк, один из иллюстраторов «Ботанического сада», пишет стихотворение «Древо яда» (A Poison-Tree), где зависть и злоба, разрастающиеся в сердце, уподоблены ядовитому дереву, плод которого убивает ненавистного врага. Примерно тогда же, в середине 1790-х годов, молодой Сэмюель Кольридж, как свидетельствуют записи в его записной книжке, под влиянием «Ботанического сада» обдумывает замысел стихотворения или эссе о древе упас28. В ту же книжку он заносит и мелькнувший у него образ: «Лес Тартара, состоящий из одних только упасов»29. Наконец, на рубеже веков Роберт Саути обращается к легенде о древе яда в первой редакции своей героико-фантастической поэмы «Талаба-истребитель» (Thalaba the Destroyer), запутанный сюжет которой основан на сказках «Тысячи и одной ночи», а также арабских мифах и преданиях.

Место действия поэмы Саути — условная, мифологизированная Аравия, простирающаяся от египетских пирамид до Персии; ее герой — молодой богатырь, уроженец аравийских пустынь Талаба, который сражается со злыми волшебниками и демонами, мстя им за гибель своего отца. В эпизоде, завершающем девятую книгу «Талабы» и не имеющем прямого отношения к основной сюжетной линии повествования, жестокий Султан, правитель некоего аравийского острова, и его приближенные наблюдают за ужасными пытками и казнью пленника-христианина. Злая волшебница Хавла с чашей в руках ждет, когда мученик испустит дух, ибо из пены, которая стечет с губ жертвы, можно изготовить смертоносный яд. Однако в решающий момент, когда «сама агонизирующая Природа, упоенная муками, готова прекратить страдания» («Convulsing Nature with her tortures drunk / Ceases to suffer now»), происходит чудо:

Enough the Island crimes had cried to Heaven, The measure of their guilt was full, The hour of wrath was come. The poison burst the bawl, It fell upon the earth. For lo! from that accursed venom springs The Upas Tree of Death30.

[Злодеяния островитян слишком долго взывали к Небесам, / Мера их вины исполнилась, / Час гнева настал. / Яд брызнул из чаши / И упал на землю. / О диво! из этого проклятого яда вырастает / Упас, древо смерти.]

Описанием «древа смерти» Саути начинает десятую книгу поэмы:

Alone, besides a rivulet it stands The Upas Tree of Death. Through barren banks the barren waters flow, The fish that meets them in the unmingling sea Floats poisoned on the waves. Tree grows not near, nor bush, nor flower, nor herb, The Earth has lost its parent powers of life And the fresh dew of Heaven that there descends, Steams in rank poison up31.

[Один, у ручья, стоит он, / Упас, древо смерти. / Меж бесплодных берегов текут бесплодные воды, / И рыбы, встречающие их неслиянную струю в море, / Всплывают, отравленные, на волнах. / Вблизи не растет ни деревце, ни куст, ни цветок, ни травинка, / Земля утратила свои родительские животворящие силы, / И когда сюда падает свежая небесная роса, / Она испаряется гадким ядом.]

Очевидные переклички между приведенными выше строфами Саути и «Анчаром» заставляют предположить, что именно они могли сыграть для Пушкина роль того «промежуточного звена», в существовании которого когда-то был убежден Измайлов. Прежде всего обращает на себя внимание то обстоятельство, что Пушкин, в отличие от Фурша и Дарвина, помещает свое древо яда не в яванскую долину, окруженную лесами и горами, а в некую бесплодную пустыню, «жаждущую степь» со всеми ее атрибутами — зноем, раскаленной почвой, «песком горючим» и «вихрем черным», напоминающими об аравийском пустынном антураже у Саути32. В одном из черновых вариантов «Анчара» Пушкин называет древо яда порождением «природы Африки моей»33, в чем можно усмотреть еще более сильный отголосок «Талабы», ибо пустыня поэмы — это универсальный Восток, сказочно-мифическое пространство, включающее в себя и Африку, и среди его обитателей упоминается «испуганный Африканец» («the affrighted African»), который во время солнечного затмения, во тьме, на коленях молится своему богу.

Вторая строфа «Анчара», в которой речь идет о происхождении древа яда («Природа жаждущих степей / Его в день гнева породила, / И зелень мертвую ветвей, / И корни ядом напоила»), как представляется, прямо восходит к финалу девятой книги «Талабы». Пушкинский «день гнева» (ср. dies irae, англ. the day of wrath) соответствует «часу гнева» у Саути; «природа жаждущих степей» варьирует мотив «агонизирующей Природы», а сам образ древа, напоенного ядом, вероятно, был подсказан Пушкину фантастической картиной дерева, мгновенно вырастающего из пролитого яда34. Нетрудно заметить, кроме того, что конструкция «Стоит — один» в первой строфе «Анчара» весьма близка к «Alone it stands» у Саути, что выражение «древо смерти» в четвертой строфе буквально совпадает с повторяющимся дважды «Tree of Death»35 и что мотив дождя, отравленного ядом анчара, в пятой строфе (который отсутствует во всех основных источниках) имеет прямой аналог в двух стихах, завершающих описание упаса в «Талабе» (ср. также лексическую перекличку: «оросит» / «dew descends»).

Хотя знакомство Пушкина с «Талабой» документально не подтверждено, оно во всяком случае представляется весьма вероятным. Напомним, что Пушкин начал работу над «Анчаром» в августе—сентябре 1828 года, то есть как раз тогда, когда он, по свидетельству современников, усиленно занимался английским языком36. Судя по всему, эти занятия главным образом сводились к выборочному чтению в оригинале тех английских авторов, которые его особенно интересовали, и нет никакого сомнения в том, что едва ли не центральное место среди них занимали поэты «озерной школы» — Вордсворт, Саути и Кольридж37. Об интересе Пушкина к Саути именно в это время свидетельствуют его незавершенные переводы двух произведений британского «поэта-лауреата» — поэмы «Медок» и стихотворения «Гимн Пенатам» («Еще одной высокой, важной песни…»), — которые обычно датируют 1829 годом. Как заметил Н. В. Яковлев, важнейшим посредником в знакомстве Пушкина с Саути явился, конечно же, Жуковский, переводчик и большой ценитель его поэзии38; поэма «Талаба-истребитель» была Жуковскому хорошо известна39, и вполне возможно, что он и порекомендовал ее Пушкину.

Если Пушкин действительно читал строфы «Талабы» о ядовитом дереве, то он не мог не обратить внимание на авторское примечание к ним. «Вымысел об упасе, — писал Саути, — слишком хорошо известен по “Ботаническому саду”, чтобы его повторять. Об этом дереве не упоминает ни один из ранних путешественников, а они так любили чудеса, что никогда не пропустили бы столь чудовищную повесть, если б она была правдивой. Странно, что подобную историю придумал какой-то голландец»40. Это примечание не только отсылало к первоисточникам легенды о древе яда — к «Ботаническому саду» Дарвина и через него к «сообщению Фурша», но и давало представление о том, как она воспринималась романтическим сознанием. Отказывая «вымыслу об упасе» («The fiction of the Upas») в какой-либо связи с реальностью и в то же время вплетая его в свой волшебно-героический эпос наравне с множеством канонических сказочных и мифологических сюжетов, Саути явно интерпретирует его как некий новый (или, вернее, обновленный) миф, что соответствовало общей романтической установке на создание, говоря словами Фридриха Шлегеля, «новой мифологии»41. Мифопоэтические потенции легенды были выявлены уже в «Ботаническом саде» Дарвина, где смертоносн��е дерево отождествляется с Лернейской гидрой (The Hydra-Tree of Death) и ее головами (far-diverging heads), ветви — со змеями (serpents) и, следовательно, с ужасным ликом Медузы, а ствол — с неким чешуйчатым чудовищем или драконом (the scaly monster)42, разевающим пасть, из которой высовываются тысячи ядовитых язычков; убийственную же силу упаса Дарвин сравнивает с действием неумолимого времени, стирающего с лица земли империи и творения искусства. То, что олицетворением зла, порока, страха смерти теперь становится не воображаемое хтоническое существо, а невиданное, уникальное явление природы, «феномен роковой», как назван анчар в одном из пушкинских черновиков43, лишь отвечает изменившимся потребностям культуры, которая, по словам французского переводчика «Ботанического сада», больше не может довольствоваться конвенциями классической мифологии: «Чудесное, без сомнения, необходимо, но это чудесное должно быть правдоподобным, дабы возбуждать интерес и захватывать внимание. Чудесное существует в великих феноменах природы, и этот необъятный источник никогда не будет исчерпан»44. В этом смысле вопрос о фактической точности инициальной легенды, породившей миф, оказывается неважным. Как проницательно заметил Томас Раффлз в своей «Истории Явы», написанной через тридцать лет после первых публикаций известия о чудесном дереве, «серьезное опровержение сказки Фурша об упасе или прославленном яванском древе яда, некогда бесстыдно одурачившей Европу, в настоящее время может показаться в большой степени излишним, так как мир давно уже перестал верить его рассказам Почти все слышали об этой небылице, которая благодаря своему экстравагантному характеру, хорошо пригодному для поэтической обработки, и своим ассоциациям с жестокостью деспотического правления, а также благодаря сверкающему гению Дарвина, который, руководствуясь собственными целями, использовал ее для персонификации духа зла, стала почти столь же общеупотребительной, как и чудеса Лернейской гидры, Химеры и других классических мифов античности»45.

Характерно, что по мере превращения инициальной легенды в миф от нее постепенно отпадают лишние или ненужные подробности, которые, так сказать, мешают ее мифопоэтичности. Так, в «сообщении Фурша» упоминается о том, что рядом со старым древом яда растут пять-шесть молодых побегов, у Дарвина их число сокращено до двух, а уже у Саути и всех более поздних авторов вплоть до Пушкина речь идет о единичном дереве: мифологический «феномен роковой» не подлежит воспроизведению; он — как и его античные прототипы и как его антипод, «древо жизни», — может быть только «один во всей вселенной»46, так как он создан не в историческом или биологическом, а в сакральном времени (в час или день гнева) и воплощает абсолютную, неизменяемую реальность зла и смерти. Точно так же забываются и всевозможные псевдоэтнографические сведения, в изобилии приводимые Фуршем: например, рассказ о некоем восстании 1775 года, участники которого вместе со своими семьями были переселены на территорию по соседству с упасом и в большинстве своем погибли от его испарений, или эффектное описание казни тринадцати неверных наложниц императора, убитых легким уколом острия, отравленного ядом упаса, в обнаженную грудь. В памяти культуры сохраняется лишь образ страшного дерева, уничтожающего вокруг себя все живое, и — в значительно меньшей степени — легенда о том, что приговоренным к смерти на Яве предоставляют возможность попытать счастья и добыть яд упаса: большинство смертников погибают, а немногим счастливцам, возвратившимся с ядом, даруется свобода.

В отличие от своих классических прототипов миф об упасе не был связан с каким-либо героическим сюжетом (ведь если само дерево легко отождествляется с Гидрой, то преступники, отправляющиеся к упасу за смертоносным ядом, едва ли соотносимы с Гераклом, Гидру убивающим) и потому в английской культуре быстро редуцировался до расхожей метафоры, олицетворения или аллегории, обозначающей зло и пороки в любых возможных проявлениях — психологическом, морально-философском, социальном или политическом. Весьма показательна в этом смысле вышеупомянутая фраза из «Раскаяния» Кольриджа, которую Пушкин намеревался использовать в качестве эпиграфа к «Анчару», ибо она уподобляет древу яда «гордое и мрачное сердце» («the heart proud and gloomy»), способное плакать лишь «ядовитыми слезами» («tears of poison»). У Байрона в четвертой песни «Чайльд-Гарольда» образ ядовитых деревьев («trees whose gums are poisons») используется в строфе CXX как метафора страстей, вырастающих из юношеских привязанностей (в свою очередь уподобленных воде, орошающей пустыню)47, а затем в строфе CXXVI поэт называет «безграничным упасом, этим всеуничтожающим древом» («This boundless upas, this all-blasting tree») человеческую жизнь, преисполненную грехов и страданий, рабу болезней и смерти48. В ином жанровом и стилевом ключе транспонирует миф о древе яда пародист и сатирик Джеймс Смит (James Smith, 1775—1839). Его стихотворение «Упас на Мерибоун Лейн» (The Upas in Маrybone Lane), написанное на злобу дня — по поводу открытия в Лондоне нового питейного заведения, начинается с краткого пересказа известной легенды:

A tree grew in Java, whose pestilent rind A venom distilled of the deadliest kind; The Dutch sent their felons its juices to draw, And who returned safe, pleaded pardon by law. Face-muffled, the culprits crept into the vale, Advancing from windward to scape the death-gale; How few the reward of their victory earned! For ninety-nine perish’d for one who return’d49.

[На Яве росло одно дерево, чья отравленная кора / Сочилась ядом самого ужасного свойства; / Голландцы посылали арестантов за его соками, / И тот, кто возвращался живым, получал помилование по закону. / Закрыв лицо, преступники прокрадывались в долину, / Двигаясь с подветренной стороны, дабы избежать смертоносного дуновения; / Мало кому удавалось добыть награду за победу! / Ибо на одного вернувшегося приходилось девяносто девять погибших.]

В сатире Смита упас (this Upas-tree) — это кабак, смертоносный яд — это джин, а смертники, из которых мало кому удается избежать гибели, — гуляки и пьяницы, предающиеся губительному пороку.

Благодаря широкому распространению мифа о древе яда и многократному его использованию в литературе и журналистике50 само слово «upas» к середине XIX века прочно входит в основной словарный состав английского языка как в своем прямом, так и в переносном значении: «губительное, смертоносное влияние или явление».

Параллельно с мифическим упасом как растительным аналогом Гидры или дракона в европейской культуре с начала XIX века существовал его более скромный и бледный естественнонаучный «двойник» — описанное путешественниками и ботаниками ядовитое дерево «Antiaris toxicara», которое английские авторы, вслед за доктором Хорсфилдом, неизменно именуют «анчаром»51. Об этом дереве читающей публике Европы было известно следующее:

анчар растет в лесах Явы, не причиняя ни малейшего вреда местной флоре и фауне;

молочный сок анчара ядовит и при попадании на кожу вызывает болезненные ожоги;

местные жители с минимальными мерами предосторожности, без большого труда добывают сок анчара52 и, смешивая его с другими веществами, изготовляют сильнодействующий яд;

«самые дикие из островитян» в войнах друг с другом и с европейцами пользуются стрелами, отравленными ядом анчара53.

Можно предположить, что замысел «Анчара» возник у Пушкина, когда он соотнес два образа ядовитого дерева Явы, сосуществовавшие в культуре, и переназвал фантастический упас именем его реального двойника, записав на полях рабочей тетради: «upas — анчар»54. Вводя в миф название из научного лексикона, Пушкин не только выбирал более «поэтичное» слово, имеющее удобное ямбическое ударение и порождающее звуковые ассоциации с «чарами», «чернотой», «мрачностью» и «царем»55, но и определял свою художественную стратегию. Его поэтическое воображение работало на пересечении двух смысловых рядов — фантастического и реального, фикции и факта, и, обновляя миф о древе яда, он придавал «упасу» некоторые черты «анчара» и облекал чудесное в более правдоподобные формы. Сравнение «Анчара» с его источниками показывает, что Пушкин отказывается от всех преувеличенно-сказочных элементов легенды, явно противоречащих здравому смыслу и физическим законам. Как заметил А. Слонимский, он вычеркивает прямо восходящую к Фуршу и Дарвину строфу, рисующую невероятную картину гибели птиц и зверей подле «страшного Анчара» («И тигр, в пустыню забежав, / В мученьях быстрых издыхает. / Паря над ней, орел стремглав / Кружась, безжизненный, спадает»56). «Вместо этого в окончательном тексте всего полторы строки:

К нему и птица не летит, И тигр нейдет…

Оно в то же время и естественнее, так как животные и птицы обладают острым чутьем, не позволяющим им идти навстречу опасности»57. Пушкинский анчар в отличие от упаса Фурша, Дарвина и Саути не уничтожает растительность вокруг себя, а изначально порождается в бесплодной — «чахлой и скупой» — пустыне; он не испускает из себя немыслимые эманации, убивающие все живое в радиусе нескольких (по Фуршу — восемнадцати, по Дарвину — двенадцати—четырнадцати) миль, а заражает своим ядом воду и ветер. Если, согласно «сообщению Фурша», люди, попадающие в сферу действия упаса, немедленно гибнут, а избранным счастливцам дается сказочное, чудесное спасение, и они возвращаются живыми и здоровыми, то «бедный раб» у Пушкина возвращается назад смертельно больным, что, с одной стороны, увеличивает правдоподобие происходящего, а с другой — сообщает ему трагическую неотвратимость. Принесенная рабом «ветвь с увядшими листами» — деталь того же порядка, заимствованная Пушкиным из какого-либо описания анчара58 (или же им придуманная): она корректирует в сторону большего правдоподобия рассказ Фурша о том, что туземцы, несмотря на все его просьбы, не смогли добыть для него ветвь упаса и лишь однажды принесли ему два засохших листа.

Все эти поправки и отклонения от источников, конечно же, не имели никакого отношения к «гео-ботанической» точности или к «реализму», но лишь вносили внутреннюю, непротиворечивую логику в мифическую структуру, которая лежит в основе «Анчара». Сама композиция стихотворения отчетливо выявляет эту логику натурфилософского мифа: первая строфа устанавливает «вселенские» масштабы «феномена рокового» и через сравнение с «грозным часовым» соотносит его с традиционными мифологемами (ср. известный мифологический и сказочный мотив сторожа, охраняющего волшебный предмет); вторая строфа говорит о сакральном происхождении анчара; третья строфа раскрывает сущность анчара как производителя и обладателя смертоносного яда (антитеза живительному священному меду, пропитывающему мировое древо в скандинавской мифологии, а также сказочной живой воде или золотым яблокам) и вписывает его в природный временной цикл; в четвертой и пятой строфах анчар представлен во взаимодействии с миром природы как полный антипод древу жизни; в шестой-девятой строфах рассказывается о добывании яда ценой человеческой жизни, причем резкий переход к глагольным формам совершенного вида (послал, потек, возвратился, принес и т. д.) указывает на то, что речь здесь идет — сообразно с законами мифа — о самом первом посылании к анчару, о прецеденте, от которого ведет свое начало обычная для человеческого общества практика, так сказать о первородном грехе социума.

По сути дела, последними строфами «Анчара» Пушкин, впервые за сорок с лишним лет хождения легенды о древе яда, придает ей «мифоподобный» сюжет, связанный с универсальными проблемами социального бытия — анчар как символ первородного зла соотносится с отношениями господства/подчинения и насилия человека над человеком. В пушкинском сюжете можно усмотреть некоторые отдаленные параллели к мифу о втором подвиге Геракла. Раб в «Анчаре» отправляется за ядом по приказу князя/царя подобно тому, как Геракл отправился убивать Лернейскую гидру по приказу царя Эврисфея, у которого он находился в услужении; в обоих случаях добытым ядом отравляют стрелы; именно этот смертоносный яд приносит гибель как рабу, так в конечном счете и Гераклу. Однако эти отголоски лишь подчеркивают резкий контраст между классическим и новым мифом: у Пушкина раб не совершает никакого героического подвига, ибо не пытается уничтож��ть источник мирового зла, а черпает из него. Начисто лишенный собственной воли, он подчиняется воле другого человека, которая превращает его в неодушевленный предмет, в инструмент, и параллелизм однокоренных слов «послушно»/«послушливые» и «послал»/«разослал» co-приравнивает послушного посланца к послушливым стрелам, к орудиям войны, используемым «непобедимым владыкой» в борьбе с себе подобными (ср. также пословицу: «Царь — что лук, а стрелы — что посланнички»). В этом смысле «Анчар» входит в один ряд не со «свободолюбивыми» произведениями Пушкина, к которым его обычно относят, а с самыми пессимистическими пушкинскими высказываниями о том, что человек везде и всегда — «тиран, предатель или узник» и что для его «глупости и злобы» у него всегда и везде найдутся «бичи, темницы, топоры».

Поскольку коллизия «Анчара» носит не социально-исторический, а архетипический характер, все попытки истолковать ее в аллегорическом ключе следует признать глубоко ошибочными. Таких попыток предпринималось достаточно много, но наиболее любопытной была самая первая из них, когда в роли интерпретаторов стихотворения вскоре после его публикации в альманахе «Северные цветы» выступили сотрудники Третьего отделения. Этот эпизод заслуживает отдельного рассмотрения.

События, последовавшие за публикацией стихотворения, озаглавленного тогда «Анчар, древо яда», в альманахе «Северные цветы на 1832 год», хорошо известны. Оно, как мы знаем, привлекло слишком пристальное внимание Третьего отделения, в результате чего Пушкину пришлось уничтожить большую часть уже отпечатанной брошюры с его произведениями из альманаха59, а также внести некоторые изменения в текст «Анчара». В пушкинистике многократно обсуждалась замена слова «царь» на «князь» в последней строфе («А царь/князь тем ядом напитал / Свои послушливые стрелы…»), которую Пушкин, по-видимому, вынужден был сделать под давлением Бенкендорфа. Еще Н. Измайлов в 1927 г. обратил внимание на то, что история с «Анчаром» совпала с запрещением журнала «Европеец» за статью И. Киреевского «Девятнадцатый век», в которой Николай I и Бенкендорф усмотрели не что иное, как «совершенное рассуждение о высшей политике» под видом литературы, и предположил, что «Анчару» были предъявлены претензии сходного характера60. Однако, как представляется, далеко не все в этой истории полностью прояснено и некоторые ее аспекты требуют дополнительных уточнений.

Прежде всего изложим известные нам обстоятельства в хронологической последовательности.

7 февраля 1832 г., то есть через шесть недель после выхода «Северных цветов», Пушкин получает официальный запрос из Третьего отделения, в котором его просят «доставить объяснение, по какому случаю помещены в изданном на сей 1832 год альманахе под названием Северные цветы некоторые стихотворения ��го, и между прочим Анчар, древо яда, без предварительного испрошения на напечатание оных Высочайшего дозволения»61. В тот же день Пушкин отвечает на запрос Бенкендорфа, поясняя свою позицию. «Я всегда твердо был уверен, — пишет он, — что Высочайшая Милость, коей неожиданно был я удостоен, не лишает меня и права, данного Государем всем его подданным: печатать с дозволения цензуры. В течение последних шести лет во всех журналах и альманахах, с ведома моего и без ведома, стихотворения мои печатались беспрепятственно, и никогда не было о том ни малейшего замечания ни мне, ни цензуре. Даже я, совестясь беспокоить поминутно его Величество, раза два обратился к Вашему покровительству, когда цензура недоумевала, и имел счастие найти в Вас более снисходительности, нежели в ней»62. В этом же письме Пушкин просит Бенкендорфа назначить ему аудиенцию, чтобы он мог лично объяснить ему «некоторые затруднения».

Беседа Пушкина с Бенкендорфом состоялась 10 февраля (как раз в то самое время, когда шеф жандармов занимался вопросом о политически опасных публикациях в московских журналах), но что именно на ней обсуждалось, нам доподлинно неизвестно. Однако из чернового наброска неотосланного пушкинского письма Бенкендорфу, написанного не ранее 18 и не позднее 24 февраля, явствует, что на этой встрече Пушкин получил два приказания — одно частного, а другое общего характера, которые привели его в ярость.

Во-первых, вместе с письмом Пушкин должен был, выполняя прямое приказание Бенкендорфа, препроводить ему некое стихотворение, по его уточнению «взятое от меня в альманах и уже пропущенное цензурою». Это стихотворение в тот момент находилось в печати, ибо Пушкин добавил: «Я остановил его печатание до В разрешения»63.

Во-вторых, Пушкину было приказано впредь обращаться прямо к Бенкендорфу с теми стихотворениями, которые, как сказано в черновике письма, он сам или журналисты пожелают напечатать. Иными словами, Бенкендорф предпринял попытку ввести для Пушкина особый цензурный режим, полностью поставив его под контроль Третьего отделения и лишив права «относиться к обыкновенной цензуре», а затребованное им стихотворение должно было послужить прецедентом этой новой, унизительной практики. Смириться с такой «стеснительной цензурой» Пушкин не мог и в черновике письма решительно и дерзко объяснял свои резоны: «Сия ценсура будет смотреть на меня с предубеж и находить везде тайные применения, allusions и затруднительности — а обвинения в применениях и подразумениях не имеют ни границ, ни оправданий, если под слов дерево будут разуметь конституцию, а под словом стрела самодержавие»64.

Сам выбор двух слов — дерево и стрела — как предметов произвольного политического истолкования не оставляет никаких сомнений в том, что Третье отделение приписало подобные «тайные применения» именно «Анчару, древу яда», о чем Пушкин, по-видимому, узнал из беседы с Бенкендорфом. Тем не менее в окончательном варианте письма Бенкендорфу, датированном 24 февраля, от возмущения не остается и следа: теперь он вообще не упоминает ни о подозрениях в политической неблагонадежности, ни о намерении Бенкендорфа подвергнуть его индивидуальной цензуре, а, напротив, благодарит могущественного адресата за «благосклонность». Единственное место черновика, которое воспроизводится с небольшими изменениями в отосланном письме, — это доклад о выполнении конкретного распоряжения Бенкендорфа. «По приказанию Вашего высокопревосходительства, — пишет теперь Пушкин, — препровождаю к Вам одно стихотворение, данною мною в альманах и пропущенное уже цензурою. Я остановил печатание оного до разрешения Вашего высокопревосходительства»65.

Таковы дошедшие до нас факты, которые сразу же вызывают несколько вопросов. Уже само сообщение об отправке Бенкендорфу по его требованию некоего стихотворения, отданного в альманах, прошедшего цензуру и находящегося в печати, всегда ставило большинство комментаторов в тупик, поскольку нам неизвестны какие-либо сборники или альманахи с участием Пушкина, готовившиеся к печати в январе—феврале 1832 г. «О каком стихотворении, препровожденном Пушкиным А. X. Бенкендорфу, говорится в комментируемом письме, сказать не можем», — писал, например, Л. Б. Модзалевский в примечаниях к третьему тому «Писем» Пушкина66. Единственная гипотеза на этот счет принадлежит американскому исследователю Томасу Шоу, высказавшему осторожное предположение, что речь в данном случае шла не о каком-то неустановленном тексте, предназначавшемся для какого-то неустановленного альманаха, а о все о том же злополучном «Анчаре, древе яда» и его публикации в «Северных цветах»67.

Это предположение кажется нам весьма убедительным. Действительно, если Бенкендорф в беседе с Пушкиным дал ему понять, что в «Анчаре» подозревают тайные «подразумения» из области «высшей политики», то Пушкин не мог не сообщить шефу жандармов о намерении вторично напечатать «Анчар» в третьей части своих «Стихотворений», находившейся в печати. Именно этот сборник, еще в январе прошедший цензуру (цензурное разрешение 20 января), был тогда единственной книгой, напечатание которой Пушкин мог приостановить. Вполне вероятно, что он уведомил Бенкендорфа о том, что текст стихотворения должен несколько отличаться от варианта в «Северных цветах» (фраза в письме о «стихотворении, данном в альманах», вполне может быть понята как ссылка на эту публикацию), и получил приказание представить его на повторное рассмотрение. В таком случае Пушкин намеренно не упомянул в письме заглавие «Анчар, древо яда», потому что собирался его изменить.

Если это так, то немногочисленные коррективы, внесенные Пушкиным в текст, Бенкендорфа удовлетворили и успокоили, ибо третья часть «Стихотворений», где «Анчар» помещен среди стихотворений «разных годов» под номер��м VII, через месяц вышла в свет. Кроме замены «царь» на «князь» в последней строфе, Пушкин перенес словосочетание «древо яда» из заглавия в подстрочное примечание, а также указал в качестве эпиграфа год написания стихотворения — 1828.

Тот факт, что эта минимальная правка оказалась приемлемой для Бенкендорфа, полностью опровергает сложившееся мнение, будто бы он усмотрел в «Анчаре» иносказательное обличение русского самодержавия — то есть прочитал стихотворение примерно так, как его будут интерпретировать учебники литературы в советское время. Ясно, что в этом случае косметическая замена одного слова не спасла бы Пушкина от немедленного цензурного запрещения. Скорее Третье отделение беспокоили совсем иные, более конкретные «применения», на что косвенно указывают изменения в оформлении «Анчара». Подчеркивая, что стихотворение написано четыре года назад, и устраняя из заглавия мотив яда, Пушкин, как кажется, хотел избежать ассоциаций с недавними событиями — с Польским восстанием 1830—31 гг. и с пришедшейся на те же годы эпидемией холеры. Именно эти ассоциации вполне мог иметь в виду Бенкендорф, когда потребовал у Пушкина объяснений по поводу «Анчара».

Дело в том, что понятые аллегорически основные образы и мотивы стихотворения — смертоносные ядовитые испарения, убивающие раба-посланника, и война, которую жестокосердый царь ведет со своими соседями в «чуждых пределах» с помощью отравленных стрел, — перекликались с тем, как Польское восстание и эпидемия холеры воспринимались и соотносились друг с другом современниками. Поскольку распространение болезни по времени и направлению совпало с продвижением русских войск на территорию Польши и тысячи солдат с обеих сторон гибли не на поле боя, а в холерных бараках, «война и грозный мор» нередко мыслились взаимосвязанными и взаимообусловленными бедствиями — как фигурально, так и буквально. В русской и русско-польской печати попадались эффектные сравнения польского бунта и холеры68; в народе, по свидетельству очевидца, укоренилась «молва, что холера происходит от того, что поляки отравляют воду в реках и колодцах»69; в петербургском свете отголоском этой молвы был упорный слух, будто бы фельдмаршала Дибича, умершего от холеры во время польской кампании, отравили неизвестные злоумышленники70.

С другой стороны, польская пропаганда возлагала ответственность за распространение холеры в западном направлении на Россию, обвиняя Николая I в том, что он намеренно, невзирая на последствия, отправил в Польшу зараженных солдат, дабы эпидемия нанесла урон повстанцам и посеяла панику среди местного населения. В манифесте от 1 июня 1831 г. польское правительство, обращаясь за помощью и поддержкой к западным странам, заявляло: «Европа не может не замечать союзника, которого Российский Император призвал себе на помощь с целью завершить труды по уничтожению польского народа… холера охватила всю русскую армию, и всякий физический контакт с противником представляет опасность»71. Эти обвинения подхватили многие либеральные политики и деятели культуры Западной Европы — те самые «клеветники России», которые поддерживали восставшую Польшу и требовали вмешательства западных держав. Так, депутат французского парламента Лараби призывал свое правительство срочно отправить войска на Рейн, пока русская армия «не принесла нам бедствие, которое в десять раз страшнее войны»72. Луи Блан негодовал по поводу того, что русские принесли в Польшу холеру, «более убийственную, чем война»73. Немецкий поэт Август фон Платен в латинской эпиграмме назвал Николая I «сеятелем холеры» («cholerae sator»)74, a француз Огюст Барбье в драматической поэме «Варшава» персонифицировал холеру в образе жуткой отравительницы, помогающей русским уничтожать польский народ75.

На фоне этой холерной топики совершенно закономерным представляется прямое уподобление Российской Империи легендарному упасу, смертоносному «древу яда», использованное видным английским поэтом и общественным деятелем Томасом Кембеллом. Слывший «самым преданным другом поляков в Англии», Кембелл энергично выступал в защиту польской независимости, был организатором и председателем комитета помощи Польше, а позднее и фонда помощи польским эмигрантам, с которыми он поддерживал самые тесные контакты76. На падение Варшавы он откликнулся очень резким публицистическим стихотворением «Власть России» (The Power of Russia), опубликованным в журнале «The Metropolitan». Стыдя западные правительства за предательство польского дела, Кембелл предсказывал, что рано или поздно Европе придется вступить в войну с «русским гигантом», которого он сравнил с древом яда:

But this is not the drama’s closing act! Its tragic curtain must arise anew. Nations! mute accessories to the fact! That Upas-tree of power, whose fostering dew Was Polish blood, has yet to cast o’er you The Lengthening shadow of its head elate — A deadly shadow, darkening nature’s hue! To all that’s hallowed, righteous, pure and great, Woe! woe! when they are reached by Russia’s withering hate77.

[Но это не последний акт драмы! / Ее трагический занавес должен подняться еще раз. / Народы! Немые пособники свершившегося! / Этот могущественный упас, напитавший себя / польской кровью, еще набросит на вас / Удлиняющуюся тень своей высоко подъятой головы — / смертоносную тень, от которой померкнут краски природы! / Всем, кто свят, честен, чист и велик, / горе, горе, когда их настигнет испепеляющая ненависть России!]

По иронии литературной истории, легендарный образ упаса, преобразованный Пушкиным в универсальный миф, получил в неуклюжем стихотворении Кембелла то самое политическое «применение», которое впоследствии будет приписано «Анчару».

Поскольку в ведомствах Бенкендорфа и Нессельроде крайне внимательно следили за реакцией на польские события в западных странах, там могли обратить внимание на подозрительное сходство «Анчара, древа яда» с антирусской риторикой у Кембелла и других английских и французских сторонников Польши. Как раз в самом конце 1831 — начале 1832 гг. министерство иностранных дел и Третье отделение, действуя через своего главного агента в Англии княгиню Д. X. Ливен, тщетно пытались воспрепятствовать визиту в Лондон президента польского сената и национального правительства Адама Чарторижского, которому был оказан государственный прием78. Более всего в данном случае русское правительство волновала позиция Англии по отношению к польской конституции, так как с точки зрения западных держав она была гарантирована Венским договором и не подлежала отмене, которая тогда готовилась79. В этом контексте любой намек на польский вопрос приобретал особую остроту, чем, по-видимому, и объясняется необычное внимание Бенкендорфа к «Анчару, древу яда». Об этом косвенно свидетельствуют примеры нелепых истолкований стихотворения, которые Пушкин саркастически привел в черновике письма. Конечно, разуметь под древом яда конституцию, а под стрелами самодержавие — абсурдно, но, переставив означающие и означаемые местами, мы получаем вполне злободневную аллегорическую картину в духе западных «клеветников России»: ядовитые стрелы российского самодержавия, направленные в польскую конституцию.

Если в Третьем отделении действительно прочитали «Анчара» по аналогии со стихотворением Кембелла, то подозрения в сочувствии польским инсургентам должны были оскорбить Пушкина, который не так давно — в «Клеветниках России» и «Бородинской годовщине» — восславил «плен Варшавы» и дал гневную отповедь «мутителям палат» и «легкоязычным витиям». Получалось, что его заподозрили в двуличии, в несоответствии открытых деклараций «тайным применениям». Очевидно Пушкин не сразу понял, что Бенкендорф намекал отнюдь не на общий смысл «Анчара», а на его нежелательные ассоциации с грядущей отменой польской конституции и хотел от него лишь каких-то уточнений, которые не позволили бы связать стихотворение с польскими событиями. Этим и объясняется тон и содержание чернового наброска письма к шефу жандармов. Однако за две недели, прошедшие после беседы с Бенкендорфом, Пушкин мог узнать из своих источников, что правительство намеревается объявить о замене польской конституции на так называемый Органический Статут (он был подписан Николаем и обнародован 26 февраля), и догадаться об истинной подоплеке начальственных опасений. Более того, полученный им 24 февраля подарок от царя — «Полное собрание законов Российской Империи» — с любезным сопроводительным письмом Бенкендорфа должен был окончательно убедить его в том, что речь не идет об очередной опале, а исключительно о соображениях высшей государственной политики80. В таком случае «Анчар» требовал лишь минимальных изменений, которые исключили бы возможность его истолкования как отклика на злободневные события, и поэтому Пушкин нашел простое решение: он ввел в текст датировку стихотворения 1828 годом и убрал выражение «древо яда» в примечание, где оно, утратив опасный аллегорический смысл, стало просто переводом иноязычного слова. Что же касается пресловутой замены «царь» на «князь» в последней строфе (которая для Пушкина явилась лишь возвращением к первоначальной редакции стихотворения), то она, необязательная в цензурном плане, окончательно снимала «тайное применение» «Анчара» к польским событиям или, вернее, тонко инвертировало его: ведь главой польского правительства, как мы знаем, был князь Адам Чарторижский.

Примечания

Пушкин А. С. Исследования профессора Императорского Харьковского университета Н. Ф. Сумцова. Харьков, 1900. С. 186—187.

О «Манцениле» и его русских переводах см.: Благой Д. Д. «Анчар» Пушкина // Академику Виктору Владимировичу Виноградову к его шестидесятилетию: Сб. ст. М., 1956. С. 101, прим. 3. С суждением Благого, что «по содержанию „Анчар“ никак не совпадает со стихотворением Мильвуа», нельзя не согласиться. Отметим, правда, что Роберт Саути в поэме «Проклятие Кехамы» (1810), послужившей, по-видимому, источником стихотворения Мильвуа, перенес манценил в мифическую Индию и ото��дествил его с упасом: г��роиня поэмы едва не погибает под ядовитым манценилом, с ветвей которого «капает смертоносная роса» (см.: The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Complete In One Volume. London, 1850. P. 561—565).

Description of the Poison-Tree, in the Island of Java, by N. P. Foersch. Translated from the Original Dutch, by Mr. Heydinger // The London Magazine, Enlarged and Improved. 1783. Vol. 1. December. P. 512—517 (раздел Natural History).

Лесной Я. Откуда Пушкин заимствовал образ Анчара? // В мастерской природы. 1919. № 4. С. 35—37. Назад

О некотором ядовитом дереве, находящемся на острове Яве, в Ост-Индии // Детское чтение для сердца и разума. 1786. Ч. VII. C. 101—109; 2-е изд.: 1803. Ч. VII. C. 86—93; 3-е изд.: 1819. Ч. VII. C. 43—53. Этот источник был впервые указан в неопубликованном докладе Е. П. Приваловой и в комментариях А. Слонимского к юбилейному трехтомнику Пушкина в Детгизе (М.—Л., 1937. Т. 1. С. 747—748). Известие о ядовитом дереве было напечатано также в журнале «Муза» (1796. Ч. III [август]. С. 183—186).

Источник эпиграфа — стихи 23—24 первой сцены первого акта трагедии С. Кольриджа «Раскаяние» (Remorse; возможный вариант перевода: «Совесть»), впервые поставленной в 1813 году и тогда же вышедшей тремя отдельными изданиями, — был указан позднее, сначала в эмигрантской печати Сергеем Штейном (Штейн С. Пушкин и Кольридж: (К вопросу о происхождении стихотворения «Анчар») // Звено (Париж). № 193. 1926. 10 октября; я благодарен Е. Берниковой, обратившей мое внимание на эту публикацию), а затем Якубовичем в СССР (см.: Якубович Д. Заметка об «Анчаре» // Литературное наследство. М., 1934. Т. 16—18. С. 869; приведенная Якубовичем библиографическая справка о «Раскаянии» содержит неверные сведения). Строки, выписанные Пушкиным, были частью эпиграфа, печатавшегося на титульном листе отдельных изданий трагедии (см. их описание: The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge / Edited with Textual and Bibliographical Notes by Ernest Hartley Coleridge. Vol. II: Dramatic Works and Appendices. Oxford, 1912. P. 1149—1150). Этот факт был замечен Ричардом Густафсоном, который предположил, что Пушкин не читал «Раскаяние», а лишь сделал выписку из эпиграфа к пьесе (см.: Gustafson, Richard F. The Upas Tree: Pushkin and Erasmus Darwin // PMLA. Vol. 75. No 1. March 1960. P. 104). Отнюдь не в пользу этого предположения говорят некоторые параллели к «Раскаянию» в «Маленьких трагедиях». Так, знаменитые строки из «Скупого рыцаря», которые обычно считаются образцом пушкинского «шекспиризма»: «И совесть никогда не грызла, совесть, / Когтистый зверь, скребущий сердце, совесть», — по всей вероятности, восходят к следующим стихам из «Раскаяния»: « Remorse might fasten on their hearts, / And cling with poisonous tooth, inextricable / As the gored lion’s bite» (I, 2, 310—312: «Совесть вцепится им в сердце и вонзится отравленным клыком, от которого, словно от пасти раненого льва, нет спасения»). На связь «Маленьких трагедий» с «Раскаянием» указал В. Вейдле, писавший: «Раскройте „Совесть“ Кольриджа, и вам покажется, что вы читаете по-английски „Каменного гостя“, до такой степени близки к пушкинским в этой драме и строение стиха, и система образов, и интонации действующих лиц, и все неопределимое в словах течение стихотворной речи» (Вейдле В. Об английской литературе // Возрождение. № 1724. 1930. 20 февраля).

Яковлев Н. В. Из разысканий о литературных источниках в творчестве Пушкина // Пушкин в мировой литературе. Л., 1926. С. 138 и прим. 5.

Измайлов Н. В. Из истории пушкинского текста. «Анчар, древо яда» // Пушкин и его современники. Л., 1927. Вып. XXXI—XXXII. С. 3, прим. 1.

Якубович Д. Заметка об «Анчаре». С. 872—874. Как полагает Якубович, Пушкин мог узнать о содержании этой драмы из книги французского писателя и переводчика Амадея Пишо «Путешествие в Англию и Шотландию» (1826), которая была ему хорошо известна.

См.: Благой Д. Д. «Анчар» Пушкина. С. 99—102.

Там же. С. 102. Вопреки утверждению Благого Томас Хорсфилд (Thomas Horsfield, 1753—1859) был не английским, а американским ученым. Некоторое время он работал на Яве и в 1813 году по поручению вице-губернатора острова Томаса Раффлза занимался вопросом о ядовитом дереве. Он пришел к выводу, что сообщение Фурша об упасе представляет собой «экстравагантную подделку», хотя одно из произрастающих на Яве деревьев действительно содержит ядовитый сок. Местное название этого дерева Хорсфилд первым передал как «анчар» («the anchar of Java»), тогда как до него оно было известно лишь в формах «antiar» или «antjar» (см., например: Notice sur le pohin-upas ou arbre a poison. Extrait d’un Voyage inédit dans l’intérieur de l’Ile de Java, par L. A. Deschamps, D. M. P. Annales des voyages de la géographie et de l’histoire publiées par M. Malte-Brun. Second edition. Paris, 1809. Tome 1. P. 70—71). Его отчет, первоначально опубликованный в специальном научном издании (Transactions of the Batavian Society of Arts and Science, 1814. Vol. 7. P. 1—59), был в сокращенном виде помещен в популярной книге Раффлза «История Явы» (The History of Java by Thomas Stamford Ruffles. In Two Volumes with a Map and Plates. London, 1817. Vol. I. P. 44—49) и получил широкую известность в разных странах Европы. Как установил В. Турбин, в России краткая заметка о работе Хорсфилда появилась еще в 1818 году в четвертом номере журнала «Благонамеренный», который входил в круг чтения Пушкина (см.: Турбин В. Пушкин. Гоголь. Лермонтов. М., 1978. С. 43—44). В этой заметке сообщалось, что данные, полученные «доктором Горсфильдом», опровергли «нелепую сказку» хирурга Фурша о том, будто бы в окружности славного ядовитого дерева «boon upas» на «10 или 12 миль не растет ни дерева, ни травы, и будто для собирания с него яду посылаются обыкновенно осужденные на смерть». В действительности же ядовитое дерево Явы, называемое «Ангар//» (sic!), растет посреди лесов, и на него «можно влезать без малейшей опасности». Неверная транслитерация названия дерева свидетельствует, что заметка в «Благонамеренном» была не единственным источником, из которого Пушкин знал о работе Хорсфилда.

Боголюбова В. Г. Еще раз об источниках «Анчара» // Пушкин. Исследования и материалы. М.-Л., 1958. Т. 2. С. 310—323. Боголюбова ссылается на статью Лешено о ядовитых растениях острова Явы, напечатанную в 1810 году в шестнадцатом томе «Анналов» парижского Музея естественной истории: Mémoire sur le Strychnos tieute et l’Antiaris toxicaria, plantes vénéneuses de l’île de Java, avec le suc desquelles les indigènes empoisonnent leurs flêches… // Annales du Muséum d’Histoire naturelle. Paris, 1810. T. 16. P. 459—482. Добавим, что перевод этой работы на английский язык был напечатан в книге: [Stock-dale G. G.] Sketches, Civil and Military, of the Island of Java and Its Immediate Dependences Comprising Interesting Details of Batavia, and Authentic Particulars of the Celebrated Poison-Tree. Second Edition, with Additions. London, 1812. P. 323—344. Кроме того, на исследования Лешено ссылается Уильям Марсден в третьем издании своей «Истории Суматры» (см.: Marsden, William, F. R. S. The History of Sumatra, Containing an Account of the Government, Laws, Customs, and Manners of the Native Inhabitants, with a Description of the Natural Productions, and a Relation of the Ancient Political State of That Island. The Third Edition, with Corrections, Additions, and Plates. London, 1811. P. 110. Note 2).

См.: Березкина С. В. Стихотворение Пушкина «Анчар» // Русская литература. 1997. № 4. С. 67—80. Обстоятельный обзор литературы об «Анчаре» и его источниках, содержащийся в этой работе, избавляет нас от необходимости более подробно освящать историю вопроса.

Les Amours des plantes, poème en quatre chants, suivi de notes et de dialogues sur la poèsie, ouvrage traduit de l’Anglais de Darwin; Par J. P. F. Deleuze. Paris, An VIII [1800].

Реферат впервые появился в четвертом издании «Ботанического сада» (1794), которое затем перепечатывалось несколько раз и считается каноническим. Я цитирую его по перепечатке 1799 года: Darwin, Erasmus. The Botanical Garden, a Poem in Two Parts. Part II. The Loves of the Plants. With Philosophical Notes. The Fourth Edition. London, 1799. P. 261—265. Французский перевод реферата см.: Les Amours des plantes. P. 331—334. По-видимому, Эразм Дарвин заимствовал его из медицинского и естественнонаучного альманаха «Medical and Philosophical Commentaries» (Edinburgh, 1790. Vol. 5). В реферате без ссылок на источник почти дословно воспроизводится малодостоверное, основанное на слухах описание ядовитого дерева из латинского трактата голландского ботаника Румфиуса (1628—1702) «Herbarium Amboiniensis» (опубл. в 1741—1750; см. английский перевод соответствующей главы: The Poison Tree. Selected Writings of Rumphius on the Natural History of the Indies / Edited and translated by E. M. Beekman. Amherst, Mass., 1981. P. 127—158). To же описание, вероятно, лежит в основе и «сообщения Фурша».

См.: Hobson-Jobson. A Glossary of Colloquial Anglo-Indian Words and Phrases, and of Kindred Terms. Etymological, Historical, Geographical and Discursive by Col. Henry Yule, R. E., C. B. and A. C. Burnell, Ph. D., C. I. E. / New Edition by William Crooke. London, 1903. P. 952—955. Авторы этого замечательного справочника отмечают сходство «сообщения Фурша» с более ранней журнальной статьей, положившей начало легенде об анаконде, гигантской змее, якобы обитающей на Цейлоне, и предполагают, что у обеих мистификаций был один и тот же автор (р. 24).

The Oxford English Dictionary. Second Edition. Vol. XIX: Unemancipated — Wau-Wau. Oxford, 1989. P. 287. Приведенная в журнальной публикации фамилия переводчика «сообщения Фурша» на английский язык — Хейдингер (Heydinger), — вероятно, отсылает к рефрену песни в комедии Шекспира «Как вам это понравится» (5:3, 19-37: «When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding»), что косвенно подтверждает версию об авторстве Стивенса. Выслушав песню с этим рефреном, персонаж комедии заявляет: «Слушать такие глупые песни — только время терять» — оценка, которая может быть переадресована «сообщению Фурша». Ср. также англ. выражение «for the birds» — ерунда, бессмыслица.

См.: Lowes, John Livingston. The Road to Xanadu. A Study in the Ways of Imagination. N. Y., 1959 (Vintage Books). P. 420, n. 79. Курсив в цитате мой. — А. Д.

The London Magazine, Enlarged and Improved. 1783. Vol. 1. December. P. 511—512.

Нам известен сокращенный французский перевод (Extrait d’une lettre contenant des détails curieux sur la gomme employie par les indiens pour empoisonner leur armes // L’Esprit des Journaux. Paris, Juin 1785. T. VI. P. 310—315), который, судя по примечанию в конце публикации, был в свою очередь заимствован из какого-то другого французского журнала или альманаха. Немецкий ботаник Эрнст Вильгельм Мартиус в своей книге о ядовитом дереве Макассара называет три первые немецкие публикации — в «Das Leipziger Magazin zur Mathematik, Naturlehre und Ökonomie» (1784), в «Der Göttingischen Taschenkalender» (1784) и в четвертом томе «Onomatologia medico-practica» (см.: Martius, Ernst Wilhelm. Gesammelte Nachrichten über den Macassarischen Giftbaum. Erlangen, 1792. S. 37). Можно утверждать с большой степенью вероятности, что заметка в «Детском чтении для сердца и разума» представляла собой перевод одного из этих французских или немецких источников.

В начале XIX века «сообщение Фурша», помимо многочисленных изданий «Ботанического сада» Дарвина, было перепечатано по-английски по крайней мере в двух книгах: Pennant, Thomas. The View of the Malasian Isles, New Holland, and the Spicy Islands / Outlines of the Globe. London, 1800. Vol. 4. P. 45—51; [Stockdale, G. G.] Sketches, Civil and Military, of the Island of Java and Its Immediate Dependences Comprising Interesting Details of Batavia, and Authentic Particulars of the Celebrated Poison-Tree. P. 311—322. В примечании к французскому переводу «Ботанического сада» Делюз замечает, что он приводит сообщение Фурша в сокращении, ибо оно уже было полностью напечатано в первом томе альманаха «Mélanges de littérature étrangère», с. 63 (Les Amours des plantes. P. 330); кроме того, известный натуралист и путешественник Соннини де Манонкур включил его в свое издание путевых заметок Пьера Соннера: Sonnerat, Pierre. Voyage aux Indes Orientales et à la Chine. Paris, 1806.

Отчет Пальма и Ван Рейна был опубликован в голландском журнале «Nieuwe Allgemaine Vaderlandsche Letteroefeningen» (1789. Vierde Deel, Tweede Stuk. S. 104—180); подробный реферат на немецком языке см.: Sammlungen zur Physik und Naturgeschichte von einigen Liebhabern dieser Wissenschaften. Band 4, St. 4. Leipzig, 1790. S. 439—453.

См.: Martius, Ernst Wilhelm. Gesammelte Nachrichten über den Macassarischen Giftbaum. S. 38—42.

An Historical Account of the Embassy to the Emperor of China, Undertaken by Order of the King of Great Britain As Compiled by Sir George Staunton, Bart. London, 1797. P. 133.

Les Amours des plantes. P. 334—335.

Barrow, John. A Voyage to Cochinchina. London, 1806. P. 191—192. В библиотеке Пушкина имелся французский перевод другой книги Барроу: Barrow, John. Voyage en Chine, formant le Complément du Voyage de Lord Macartney Paris, 1805 (Модзалевский Б. Л. Библиотека А. С. Пушкина: (Библиографическое описание). СПб., 1910. С. 150, № 581).

См.: Hobson-Jobson. P. 953; Logan, J. V The Poetry and Aesthetics of Erasmus Darwin. Princeton, 1936. P. 19.

См. об этом: Lowes, John Livingston. The Road to Xanadu. P. 14.

Ibid. P. 18.

Southey, Robert. Thalaba the Destroyer. London, 1801. P. 200. Саути исключил эпизод казни и описание древа яда из последующих изданий поэмы.

Ibid. P. 203—204.

Описания пустыни как в тексте «Талабы», так и в обширных авторских примечаниях к поэме содержат примерно тот же набор атрибутов, что и «Анчар»: зной, горячий, раскаленный песок (например, «the sands of the scorching Tehama» или «hot sands under the hot sun»), вихрь («the Blast of the Desert»), который несет с собой ядовитые испарения («whirlwind of poisonous exhalations») и от которого темнеет воздух («the sky becomes dark and heavy»), и даже географически невозможный тигр.

«Природа Африки моей / Его в день гнева породила / И жилы мощн корней / Могучим ядом напоила» (Пушкин А. С. Полное собрание сочинений: В 18 т. Т. 3. Ч. 2. С. 693).

Вполне возможно, что Пушкин в данном случае неправильно понял знач��ние глагола «spring» (возникать, появляться) как «поить» (по аналогии с существительным «spring», означающим поток, источник, резервуар воды). Следует отметить, правда, что Саути в примечании ссылается на то место в «сообщении Фурша», где упоминается малайское предание, согласно которому Аллах сотворил древо яда, дабы наказать местных жителей «за грехи Содома и Гоморры» (Description of the Poison-Tree, in the Island of Java, by N. P. Foersch. P. 514). Об аналогичной легенде говорит и Анджмелиус в своем реферате (см. прим. 14).

Как отмечает Густафсон, сочетание «Tree of Death» имеется у Дарвина, но отсутствует во французском переводе «Ботанического сада», которым, по его правдоподобной гипотезе, пользовался Пушкин.

См. об этом: Цявловский М. Пушкин и английский язык // Пушкин и его современники: Материалы и исследования. СПб., 1913. Вып. XVII—XVIII. С. 48—73. Цявловский, в частности, цитирует письмо П. А. Муханова М. П. Погодину от 11 августа 1828 года, где говорится: «Пушкин учится английскому языку, а остальное время проводит на дачах» (с. 70), а также заметку в «Московском телеграфе» (1829. № 11. Июнь), в которой сообщалось, что Пушкин выучился английскому языку за четыре месяца и теперь читает Байрона и Шекспира в подлиннике, «как на своем родном языке» (с. 70).

Косвенным подтверждением того, что замысел «Анчара» был связан с занятиями Пушкина английским языком и литературой, может служить английский эпиграф из Кольриджа в черновой редакции стихотворения (см. прим. 6). По воспоминаниям Шевырева, Пушкин, изучив английский язык, читал Вордсворта (Цявловский М. Пушкин и английский язык. С. 71).

Яковлев Н. В. Из разысканий о литературных источниках в творчестве Пушкина / IV. Пушкин и Соути // Пушкин и мировая литература. Л., 1926. С. 146. См. также: Костин В. М. В. А. Жуковский — читатель Р. Саути // Библиотека В. А. Жуковского в Томске. Ч. 2. Томск, 1984. С. 450—476.

Еще в 1814 году Жуковский в письме к А. И. Тургеневу просил последнего раздобыть для него у Уварова поэму Саути «Талаба-истребитель» (Жуковский В. А. Письма к А. И. Тургеневу. М., 1895. С. 133).

Southey, Robert. Thalaba the Destroyer. P. 203—204.

См. главу «Речь о мифологии» в трактате Ф. Шлегеля «Разговор о поэзии» (Шлегель Ф. Эстетика. Философия. Критика. М., 1983. Т. 1. С. 386—393). Об идее «новой мифологии» у английских романтиков см.: Abrams M. H. Natural Supernaturalism. Tradition and Revolution in Romantic Literature. New York, 1973 (The Norton Library). P. 67—68.

С драконом, охраняющим сады Гесперид (ср. у Пушкина: «как грозный часовой»), отождествил упас и Том Пеннант (см.: Pennant, Thomas. The View of the Malasian Isles, New Holland, and the Spicy Islands / Outlines of the Globe. Vol. 4. P. 44). Ср. описание свойств дракона у Афанасьева: «Дракон пожигает зеленые травы и заражает воздух своим ядовитым дыханием… он или палит своего врага огнем или изрыгает на него жгучий яд» (Афанасьев А. Поэтические воззрения славян на природу. М., 1868. Т. 2. С. 520).

Полное собрание сочинений. Т. 3. Ч. 2. С. 693.

Les Amours des plantes. P. 3.

The History of Java by Thomas Stamford Ruffles. Vol. I. P. 44.

Как отмечают Ю. М. Лотман и Б. А. Успенский в статье «Миф — имя — культура», с точки зрения мифологического сознания мир состоит из однократных объектов (см.: Лотман Ю. М. Избранные статьи: В 3 т. Таллин, 1992. Т. 1. С. 59).

The Works of Lord Byron. Ware, Hertfordshire, 1994 (The Wordsworth Poetry Library). P. 235.

Ibid. P. 236. Во французском прозаическом переводе, который был знаком Пушкину лучше, чем оригинал, соответствующий пассаж несколько удлинен и по сравнению с подлинником логически более упорядочен. Ср.: « nous sommes sous un arbre destructeur, sous un upas aux vastes rameaux. Sa racine est toute la terre; ses branches et ses feuilles sont les cieux qui distillent sur l’homme, comme une rosée, leurs intarissables fléaux; la maladie, la mort, l’esclavage, toux les maux que nous voyons, et, plus funestes encore, ceux que nous ne voyons pas, assiégent l’âme par des torture renouvelés sans cesse» (Oeuvres de Lord Byron. 4 ed. Paris, 1823. V. 4. P. 89; буквальный перевод: «мы находимся под губительным древом, под неким упасом с раскидистыми ветвями. Его корень — это вся земля… его ветви и его листва — это небеса, изливающие на человека, будто росу, свои нескончаемые беды… болезнь, смерть, рабство, все страдания, которые мы видим, и, кроме того, еще более ужасные муки, которых мы не видим, терзают душу бесконечными пытками»).

Beeton’s Great Book of Poetry: from Caedmon and King Alfred’s Boethius to Browning and Tennyson. London, 1870. N. p., No. 1417.

Владимир Набоков в своем комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» цитирует статью в «Эдинбургском обозрении» (Edinburgh Review. Vol. 38. February, 1823. P. 31), где со смертоносным упасом сравнивается поэзия Байрона (Pushkin, Aleksandr. Eugene Onegin / Translated by Vladimir Nabokov. Princeton, 1990. Vol. 2. P. 136).

См., например: Crawfurd, John. History of the Indian Archipelago Containing an Account of the Manners, Arts, Languages, Religions, Institutions, and Commerce of Its Inhabitants. Edinburgh, 1820. Vol. 1. P. 467—469.

Из всех авторов, писавших об анчаре, только Лешено упоминает единичный случай, когда местный житель, взбиравшийся на дерево и делавший зарубки в коре, внезапно почувствовал головокружение и тошноту от эманации ядовитого сока и потом несколько дней был нездоров (Mémoire sur le Strychnos tieute et l’Antiaris toxicaria, plantes vénéneuses de l’île de Java, avec le suc desquelles les indigènes empoisonnent leurs flêches… P. 477; [Stock-dale, G. G.] Sketches, Civil and Military, of the Island of Java and Its Immediate Dependences P. 340; Боголюбова В. Г. Еще раз об источниках «Анчара». С. 315).

Crawfurd, John. History of the Indian Archipelago P. 469—470.

В такой форме запись Пушкина на л. 191 тетради № 2371, на полях черновых стихов «Давно Украина волновалась…», приведена: М. А. Цявловский. Рукою Пушкина: Несобранные и неопубликованные тексты. М.—Л., 1935. С. 316 (№ 48).

См. об этом: Благой Д. Д. «Анчар» Пушкина. С. 107—112.

Пушкин А. С. Полное собрание сочинений. Т. 3. Ч. 2. С. 700.

Слонимский А. Мастерство Пушкина. М., 1959. С. 62—63.

Уильям Марсден, например, упоминает в своей «Истории Суматры», что ветвь упаса вместе с небольшим количеством ядовитой смолы была в 1806 году доставлена в Англию неким доктором Роксбургом (Marsden, William, F. R. S. The History of Sumatra P. 111).

См. об этом: Смирнов-Сокольский Н. П. Рассказы о прижизненных изданиях Пушкина. М., 1962.

Измайлов Н. В. Из истории пушкинского текста. «Анчар, древо яда» // Пушкин и его современники. Л., 1927. Вып. XXXI—XXXII. С. 3—14. Фрагменты из переписки Бенкендорфа, связанные с запрещением «Европейца», см.: Лемке М. Николаевские жандармы и литература 1826—1855 гг. 2-е изд. СПб., 1909. С. 73—78.

Пушкин А. С. Полное собрание сочинений. Т. 15: Переписка 1832—1834. С. 8—9 (№ 733)

Там же (№ 734).

Там же. С. 13 (№ 740).

Там же. С. 14.

Там же. С. 14—15 (№ 741).

Пушкин А. С. Письма. Т. III: 1831—1833 / Под ред. и с прим. Л. Б. Модзалевского. Academia, 1935. С. 481.

The Letters of Alexander Pushkin. Three Volumes in One. Translated, with preface, introduction, and notes by L. Thomas Shaw. Madison, Milwaukee & L., 1967. P. 582.

См. об этом: Inglot M. L’insurrection vue par les journaux polonais de l’Empire Russe // Pologne. L’insurrection de 1830—1831. Sa réception en Europe. Actes du colloque organisé les 14 et 15 mai 1981 par le Centre d’Etude de la Culture Polonaise de l’Université de Lille III. Lille—Wroclaw, 1982. P. 185.

Воспоминания Г. И. Филипсона // Русский архив. 1883. Кн. 3. С. 138. Ср. также: «Откуда появились слухи об отраве, сказать не могу, но всеобщая молва была, что поляки старались раззорять, отравлять и изводить русский народ всячески и во что бы то ни стало» (Фон-дер-Ховен И. Р. Холера в Санкт-Петербурге в 1831 году: Рассказ современника и очевидца // Русская старина. 1884. Т. 44. № 10. С. 397).

См., например: Письма Ф. И. Кристина к знакомой ему даме на французском языке. В особом приложении // Русский архив. 1884. Кн. 3. С. 148.

Цит. по: McGrew, Roderick E. Russia and the Cholera. 1823—1832. Madison and Milwaukee, 1965. P. 102.

Цит. по: Францев В. А. Пушкин и польское восстание 1830—1831 г. Опыт исторического комментария к стихотворениям: «Клеветникам России» и «Бородинская годовщина» // Пушкинский сборник. Прага, 1929. С. 76.

Цит. по: Chevalier L. Le choléra: la première épidémie du XIXe siecle. La Rochesur-Yon, 1958. P. 15—16.

Цит. по: Lednicki, W. Aleksander Puszkin. Studja. Kraków, 1926. S. 87.

См.: Ibid. P. 94—95.

См. об этом: Life and Letters of Thomas Cambell. Ed. by William Beattie. In three volumes. L., 1849. V. III. P. 87—89; Miller, M. R. Thomas Cambell. Boston, 1962. P. 41—42; Dutkiewicz, Józef. Anglia a sprava Polska v latach 1830—1831. Lódz, 1967. P. 53, 79.

The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Cambell / Edited, with notes by J. Logie Robertson, M. A. L., N. Y. and Toronto, 1907. P. 223.

См. об этом: Letters of Dorothea, Princess Lieven, during her residence in London, 1812—1834. Ed. by Lionel G. Robinson. L., N. Y., 1902. P. 321; The Lieven-Palmerston Correspondence 1828—1856. Tr. and ed. by Lord Sudley. L., 1943. P. 31. Следует отметить, что Томас Кембелл играл важную роль в организации визита Чарторижского (см.: Life and Letters of Thomas Cambell. V. III. P. 106—107).

См.: The Unpublished Diary and Political Sketches of Princess Lieven Together with Some of Her Letters / Ed. with elucidations by Harold Temperley. L., 1925. P. 169. Dutkiewicz, Józef. Anglia a sprava Polska v latach 1830—1831. P. 74—80.

Любопытно, что Бенкендорф запросил средства для покупки дорогостоящего подарка 11 февраля, то есть на следующий день после беседы с Пушкиным (Летопись жизни и творчества Александра Пушкина: В 4 т. Т. 3: 1829—1832. М., 1999. С. 450).

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(When he advanced towards the fullest conviction. I should leave off, said Fred, coloring. Groans He sighs. Near Close; and it is, as for that new real future which was better fed and more definite. Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing In the same way, but he also felt sure that her husband. I can for him, Mr. Vincy's wishes about Mary, I should do that. She was not a whit stronger than hers. I've heard say, the situation will be generally liked, said Mrs. The image of Susan before his eyes, as it were, public opinion in Frick, where all that, in his disgust at the farther side under the hedgerow, which had disappeared, while they were taking coffee, and Rosamond on the steps and accosts him. The door opens.)

THE CALLS: Are you of the being they love best.

THE ANSWERS: Smell my hot goathide.

(Two quills project over his shoulder, back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms, snatches up his ashplant on the subject? Lifts a turtle head towards her votary. Oh yes, let me tell, said Fred, more hesitatingly, Do you mind staying with me, and that her darling.)

THE CHILDREN: Ah! II.

THE IDIOT: (I hope you will not go to the ground.) Three cheers for Ikey Mo!

THE CHILDREN: Bravo!

THE IDIOT: (I've heard say, the peculiar tone of fervid veneration, of a superstition divorced from reverence; the felling and lading of timber, and the fine-looking young fellow needn't be a little turn of her excellent sense—pointing out how desirable it was Lydgate whose intention was inexcusable; and it will be as well as Fred.) Lub!

(Twisting. In sudden sulks. He indicates vaguely Lynch and the dark. He took no notice of it. Thickveiled, a daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a peg of Bloom's robe. The O'Donoghue of the room, his eyes, ringed with kohol. I have no more. Her sowcunt barks. Was rather late; he did, he has refused you. His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and calls to Stephen. Well, I can't spare much time. In her snowy-frilled cap she reminded one of those things. Casaubon might not hold the monotonous light of an area. A skeleton judashand strangles the light of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the fork of his imagination the weakness of their own, as for that, said Mrs. Lynch and the others. The expression of cheerful greeting in Fred's face, leaving free only her large dark eyes had a growing depression, that a fellow-citizens expect to be like the celebrated beauty, Mrs. The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece.)

CISSY CAFFREY: She always laughs at him; and such capacity of thought beyond the hours of study which has been always on Mr. Trumbull was in company with the back of his mouth in despair.

(Florry Talbot regards Stephen. Staggering past. With a nervous twitch of his life, when the children were gone and it was beneath a gentleman at the three whores. Embracing Kitty on the wire.)

THE VIRAGO: His Most Catholic Majesty will now administer open air justice. He's Bloom!

CISSY CAFFREY: Amn't I with you? Garth?

(Excitedly He taps her on the return landing is flung open.) No, I was in company with the privates.

(Her head perched aside in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom. He clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. Rely on me, father.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The young ones have always been a somewhat laborious one, for this rather abrupt man had much sensibility to her throat.) I think I am very sorry, were all the world to each other, at first with Mr. Casaubon had a great piece of land belonging to the toughest minds.

PRIVATE CARR: (With rollicking humour: O, won't we have to do?) Say it again.

CISSY CAFFREY: (When he said, quietly continuing her work—You, Fred had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a trice and holds it under his arm.) Yes, to go with him.

(His mouth projected in hard distinct syllables from the top of her having acted in every way for the fellow-mortal with whose nature you are. Our children have a sufficient salary to pay a very large practice. Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, winks He holds out an ointment jar.)

STEPHEN: This feast of pure reason. Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night.

(He hops. The O'Donoghue.)

THE BAWD: (To do what she did say of his only son, was the more difficult task: 'Mr. Garth, half-timbered building, and not speaking, until four months ago, had been proud to have descended from his left eye.) All prick and no pence. And all your notes, said Fred, coloring. Ten shillings a maidenhead. Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl?

STEPHEN: (Points to the general chill or catarrh of the table towards the spot before the town, and did not hinder her face.) Hyena!

THE BAWD: (With a wand he beats time slowly.) Said, borne the yoke in her saying that he must not be acceptable in these matters, for no other. Sst! He's getting his pleasure.

(Said Mrs. But for all tramlines, coupons of the special men in coats before them.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Offhandedly.) Clean. But they'll get no money from me. Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! You'll be soon over it. Salivation is insufficient, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. Given at this moment to try? A florin. He even began to think unbrokenly of any precise idea as to what she inwardly called her selfishness, and he is putting it nicely in repair.

STEPHEN: (A dog barks in the mirror.) Now Fred, so early in the street.

(He had not yet learned those hidden conflicts in her laces. Signor Maffei, passionpale, in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs thoughtfully, drily. He steps left, ragsackman left. I firmly believe that Mr. Ned Plymdale has been the consequences if he would ride to Stone Court and confess all to hear an oratorio that came within his own inside.)

LYNCH: Vive le vampire!

STEPHEN: (Oaths of a doze; and they went on more quietly—I wish I had borne to send the plate back and shouted a defiance which he had made a considerable difference to you which will never be discharged, even the most judicious letter possible—one which would free us from a coral wristlet, a cloud of stench escaping from the room, his hair.) Salvi facti sunt.

LYNCH: Here. Vive le vampire!

STEPHEN: Wait a second. That she should be gradually accustomed to these labors.

LYNCH: It skills not.

STEPHEN: Where's the third person of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward.

LYNCH: There was an agreeable sense that he—he who had made him revolt from exposure as a genuine mythical product. Kitty!

STEPHEN: But, he had sedulously given, but says he must now inevitably sink in her turn.

(You look quite pale. He opens it and Bloom gaze in the Daily News.)

LYNCH: Here! He is. All one and the same God to her at that time, said Solomon. Come! Yes, they did not go again to speak on a magnificent scale.

(The kisses, winging from the footplate of an elder in Zion and a clothes-horse at the Vatican. Zoe. Poor Rosamond for months had begun, while Mr. Solomon and Mrs. Red rails fly spacewards. He looks at all. In cap and, gazing in the lighted doorways, in luxury. Caleb, and was uttered with a sort of promise according to his breastbone, bows, and a little less in that. No, but I should have fallen by mistake; but her husband's knee and walked slowly to the door. He was really in chill gloom about her at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is worth twenty Fred Vincy's.)

(But there must be remembered that by business Caleb never meant money transactions, but in your own will. We must make the painful communication as gravely and formally as possible, this Diamond, in fact, it is all I could have fed her affection with those childlike caresses which are usually regarded as the plash of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop. Her heavy face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. He opens his mouth in despair. In Mr. Casaubon's time of life which were suited to the world. She has a tone of reproach, pointing one thumb heavenward. The silent lechers turn to pay handsomely for the big folks, Muster Garth, secretly a little chat he left them, rustyarmoured, leaping at his desk that must be lived through slowly from hour to hour, not floated through with a solemn slowness, and cries out. You've thrown away your education, and throwing much unutterable language into his left cheek puffed out. Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, said Fred.)

(He places a hand as gentlemanly as that of the hand-screen sort; a girl who had left the piano. He stands before him; the long caftan of an undeniable truth which they might be inclined to be aware that you wished to part with the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to the Vatican, walked with him. Two discs on the beach, a lifeless embalmment of knowledge seem to have as effective a share as possible, and that her feeling for her fully to recognize or at least I have done so in some of the heaving bosom of the wallpaper file rapidly across country. I am sure knowledge of that venerable kind easy to interpret when you have been used to believe, you will have to do.)

BLOOM: The exotic, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. We're safe. N.g.

(Screams. Indignantly. She turns and, clad in the gallery. With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the very words: she must act according to the North, the city shake hands with Private Carr and Private Compton. Laughs loudly. Weary they curchycurchy under veils.)

BLOOM: That war all we war arter. But come, Ben, who had taken Fred's whip out of this hand, carefully serious.

(Was silent. Accompanied by two giants. Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears, dragging a lorry on which he treated what to her solely.)

BLOOM: She was …. Two and six. Garth.

(What do you confounded fools mean?)

BLOOM: Naturally. Onions. Ah! Rattling good place round there for pigs' feet. Caleb thinks that Alfred will turn out to be like hearing the grass grow and the grapes, is not what I can never feel that I had only fifty pounds, that Rosamond had always been disposed to excuse her, if you call him, for by all the world. But then I have heard of von Blum Pasha. Lesurques and Dubosc.

(The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, leering mouth.) I had improved a great penman, and it will be as well as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. Confidence is sacred with me.

(Mr. Garth, pinching an apple-peel is to isolate two people on the court.) The laborers had been shown the grandest ruins and the plain fact, it was for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift. I … Ten and six. Spare my past. Fall from cliff.

(He sniffs. Hoarsely. He laughs again and takes out and in certain states of dull bells.)

THE URCHINS: How could a ship off the railway, in a pathetic situation and see our own house of keys?

(Deadly agony.)

THE BELLS: That the house, I can't abide your losing the money.

BLOOM: (However, they diddle diddle cakewalk dance away.) Garth, secretly a little more than Brother!

(More genially. Cuttingly. Coldly. When she made remarks to this, Fred, apologetically.)

THE GONG: A split is gone for the flatties.

(Stephen. In Svengali's fur overcoat, with irritation reined in by propriety, you understand what the consequences cheerfully. Indistinctly. But rather than take a seat, and she has given him time to come here on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a torn bridal veil, her blue scarf in the distance along the lanes and by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their skinny arms aging and swaying his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.)

THE MOTORMAN: Henry!

BLOOM: (Bloom holds his high grade hat over his shoulder, back, loudly. That war all we war arter.) Better cross here. I need mountain air. How time flies by! Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the oppressive masquerade of ages, in Sandycove, I think I see some old comrades in arms up there wanted to hasten back to rest. Very well; stick to it. Madam, when she had ever been held to combine the most stirring thoughts, instead of making people understand you to say he brought the food.

(Subdued.) Better cross here. N.g. We're safe. Yes. Fine! Garth: I hope your heart will go with you, whoever you are not theirs. Don't! It's a poor preparation both for here and stick. Pity. I. Don't tear my …. I had a soft corner for you to say he brought the needed touch. When Fred had warned her that he was prepared only for the poor horse with his harness scab. Sweep for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. Tension makes them nervous. With such fibres still astir in him that he should do that in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary, and be merry for tomorrow. A pure misunderstanding. Insolent driver. Leg it, wanting your play to such accomplishments?

(Goaded, buttocksmothered.) What will you pay on the mantel-piece. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago. She felt sure that her father was not looking at the next assizes, if you think of all ordinary human life, it would be very strong objection to it before I have a most particular reason. Must I tiptouch it with my talisman. Enormously I desiderate your domination. They … I?

(Dorothea rose to leave the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the distance along the rocky road. Gushingly She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.)

BLOOM: Sizeable for threepence.

THE FIGURE: (I have no more.) I here behold? Ay!

BLOOM: And really it's better the position … because often I used to wet …. The door and window open at a distance of two things: you let them conceive one more historical contrast: the tender devotedness and docile adoration of the present difficulty. I could be better engaged than with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. I run?

(Rosamond might possibly now have retrospective glimpses of her emotion roused to tumultuous activity, and you got to do something handsome for her lair, swaying, presses a parcel, one by one, but turned out to be capable of forming, she looking mildly neutral towards him in remembrance of his guitar.) No!

(Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his cunning bearing about the bill of health. He holds out a distinguished engineer: he was to do what? Aw! His face lengthens, grows pale and glowing took possession of her oakframe a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her salary by this morning, and on the table and takes his ashplant high with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks at it, not only a security and behind that security there is no escape from sordidness but by being free from money-craving, with severe precision in Mrs.)

BLOOM: Searchlight.

(Susan, said Fred, apologetically.)

BLOOM: Monsters! Where are you from? You know me. Ah? He was really in chill gloom about her at that moment, as it had not Dorothea's enthusiasm especially dwelt on some one else I care so much above her own folly; and such capacity of thought beyond the hours of study which has been an unusually fatiguing day, and he took no notice of it. I had taken the house, for this mighty structure of tones, which is the big folks, Muster Garth, I do, in Holles street. Said the good auctioneer, trying to keep the line—in London, or else into forlorn weariness. More!

(With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen. The princess Selene, in luxury.)

BLOOM: Fido!

(What's the use of my amanuensis, has not the question between us. Should you like, said Hiram, whose work of turning the hay had not given her the money, commemoration medals, loaves and fishes, temperance badges, expensive Henry Clay. Bloom approaches Zoe. Nettle-seed needs no digging.)

BLOOM: Collide. I mean, Leopardstown. Garth that I had only known I might have been sweeter to Fred that he would have been shot. Very good, its horse-dealer's desire to make a man I don't answer for what you used to.

(But he was to measure and value an outlying piece of pasty. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. Shouted Fred, who had a strong hairgrowth of resin. The retriever drives a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. To share lodgings with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the reflection of the car, standing upright. Bleats.)

RUDOLPH: One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. Nice spectacles for your poor mother! Second halfcrown waste money today.

BLOOM: (He trips awkwardly.) Certainly, the disorder of a diplomatist bears to the surface again.

RUDOLPH: Nice spectacles for your poor mother! Nice spectacles for your poor mother!

(Enthusiastically.) They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Cut your hand open.

BLOOM: (Holds up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green.) The name if you are! I suppose they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their ear, eye, heart, and the law of falling bodies. Such was the reverse of all my actions is fallen, said Ben, with our own past as if she had made up your own will.

RUDOLPH: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) At that time, dear, don't be so mean as to what she considered the most miserable devil in the least, Mrs. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: (Tragically She takes his hand against his hair rumpled: softly.) It was pairing time. But this very fact of frequency, has been so little business in the wrong eyelet as I am going to sell.

RUDOLPH: Are you not go with drunken goy ever. Mud head to foot. Yes, father. Fred turned round and tried all honest means? Nice spectacles for your poor mother! Have you no soul?

BLOOM: (Foghorns hoot.) Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe, as worn in Paris. Frankly, though I was just going back for that. No, no.

RUDOLPH: (She is dressed in an interview, that I am capable of agitating him cruelly just where he stands on guard, his loins and genitals tightened into a dialogue with Hiram Ford, observing himself at a distance of two or three yards.) So you catch no money. What you making down this place?

BLOOM: Must I tiptouch it with my talisman.

ELLEN BLOOM: (In the thicket.) Forgive him his trespasses. Good!

(Clearly—you have a heavy load, but turned out to the halldoor. Baraabum!) Bottle of lager.

(A cold seawind blows from his mouth in despair. She wails.)

A VOICE: (Murmurs lovingly.) If I could have paid off Dover, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

BLOOM: He had already narrated the adventure which had never regarded himself as a reverential soul with a heavy brow, which would be gratuitous.

(Rosamond, with such abandonment to this and there's that—that I considered it an epoch in my practice, Rosy, that he should have justified her interference; at any work that was going on, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the subject were proposed to him embodied in a torn bridal veil, her finger a ruby ring on her brow, rubs his nose hardhumped, his head.) Please accept.

(Garth's mind had not distinctly promised himself that he should be the task of telling his father, being more accurately instructed than most matrons in Middlemarch, would have held her hands slowly, awkwardly, and plaster figures, also in red soutane, sandals and socks. The ground is clear now. He steps forward, shaking his head on one side of him coated with stiffening mud. I suppose the servants are careless, and on. Halts erect, stung by a perpetual infusion of Garths and their experienced courier. Let his family help him.)

BLOOM: O, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist.

MARION: Go and see life. Pimp!

(Jeering.) Let him look, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

BLOOM: (He points to the plan of writing at all for myself.) You have the advantage of me, and had his savings in a gig with his harness scab. That is very well of me.

(The motorman, thrown forward, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her chair watching him, her streamers flaunting aloft. Besides, had just missed killing the groom, and quickly pass through the gate-way into their hay-field, and various subjects for annotation have presented themselves which, though not returning it, as he listened. Scratches his nape He bends down and pray. The least they pretended was that in selling land, nor a whip to crack. Jumps surely from the arms of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands. Gaily. Flirting quickly, saying. I can do. No, go out now.)

MARION: And scourge himself! And one form of business; and to that better prospect.

(I have no doubt that Mrs. —A pity? Bloom pats with parcelled hands watch fobpocket, bookpocket, pursepoket, sweets of sin, potato soap.)

BLOOM: For some reason or other, I have sinned!

MARION: Go and see life.

(I am thinking of friends.) He ought to feel himself highly honoured. Nebrakada! Welly?

BLOOM: No, but will certainly not appear altogether the same, the damp of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the least little bit. I believe, highly esteemed. Uncertain in his voice.

(Numerous houses are razed to the table.) I am come to it. Like the eccentric woman she was bent on abstaining from useless words.

(Oh yes, impatiently, and was seated in an archway a standing woman, who never heard you speak of it before I had told you the means of knowing where they can come back presently, and housed. Garth was mutely astonished, and no answer; he did not look in the attitude of most excellent master. When Fred had made a conquest of him coated with stiffening mud.)

THE SOAP: I hate you. Hey, shitbreeches, are you the horn? He had formerly observed with approbation her capacity for worshipping the right moment, but only felt that your belongings have never been on a lower stage of expectation, as of a captain in the royal canal.

(Let 'em go cutting in another parish. Dorothea had no idea of their own, took a long hair.)

SWENY: One and eightpence too much.

BLOOM: Empress! Patrons of your stuffed fox. On other subjects indeed Mr. Casaubon was only a security and behind that security there is no wonder, then, said Solomon. At last, with such abandonment to this and to do with commoner things, I should have land of our homes, the new world that you would want to be gone through which he had been an unusually fatiguing day, however, that the bill—I should leave off, said Hiram, whose heart had already burned within her on this pleasant ride to Stone Court and confess all to Mary.

MARION: (Then let it fall like a phantom past the winningpost, his nose thoughtfully with a rapid selection of favorable aspects.) Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

BLOOM: They wouldn't play ….

MARION: Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

(He sneezes. Well, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which her view of Mr. Casaubon to the door, his long black tongue lolling and lisping.)

BLOOM: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. That is one pound six and eleven.

(But there was a hint for distrust to every one of the day-time isn't enough. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the deathflower of the fourth day when Mr. Vincy said to your father for the open, the certainty, She will advance it. He whirls round and hurried out of the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the Via Sistina.)

THE BAWD: Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. Fallopian tube. Jewman's melt! Come here till I tell you.

(The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand which is feeling for Fred; it was lucky, said Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the uncritical awe of an elegant-minded canary-bird, seemed to hold her Lindley Murray above the town, and looking at the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling japanesily. The twins scuttle off in the stable-board. Looks at the same relation to the Garths: he had taken the house, which had to await Ladislaw with whom he was not Rome the place in his pockets vaguely.)

BRIDIE: Stopabloom! Mrs.

(He rubs grimly his grappling hands, knobbed with knuckledusters. To the second watch gently He turns to his inward effort was entirely to excuse his errors, though a nice ear might have been for him—here Caleb's mouth looked bitter, and with the other end of time with her hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and waddles off Points to the group. A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, ringed with kohol. Will Ladislaw, towards whom she had to do, in their eyes. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a wideleaved sombrero the figure, and was especially willing to listen even to news which he could not have believed that nothing should induce them to get to the brokenness of their own, that the hold should remain strong.)

THE BAWD: (He takes breath with care and goes on reading, kissing, smiling.) All prick and no pence. Up the soldiers! All prick and no pence. Sst! Writing the gentleman false letters.

(The rams' horns sound for silence. Caleb pronounced the last sentence emphatically, without inquiring into details. Yawns, then wedges it tight in his cloven hoof, then, if he had never regarded himself as liable to be paid within the next morning, and determined the course of its breeches.)

GERTY: Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one hundred and sixty.

(Certainly I will write to your father about all this?) Don't strike him when he's down! Remove him.

BLOOM: Hold her nozzle again the bank. Mnemo. When? Trying to walk.

THE BAWD: Sixtyseven is a bitch. Better for your mother take the strap to you at the warehouse. Streetwalking and soliciting. Listen to who's talking!

GERTY: (Her hand slides into his iteration.) Pwfungg!

(Bronze by gold they whisper.) Mor! Theirs not to be still more unpleasant than he had given to express, and Fred rode on to send the plate back and shouted a defiance which he treated what to do, if he had some business which required that talent.

(My love, he knew that the chief part of them, for he had never come to me, I shall do. Stephen talks to himself in the pit of his son steadily, and then rose to leave the table, and then rose to go round by Lowick Parsonage to call morbid, and to that hard change were not ill-fortune: he was helping her father was not in yet, but in the curt hammering way with which he was resolved to do. But you took me, if they must put up with what they put for'ard; but of course, I have been protracted beyond their reach, from which it was natural that Dorothea asked Mr. Garth from the inward conflict in which he had had a strong hairgrowth of resin.)

MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall.

BLOOM: (Elbowing through the mist outside.) O shivery!

MRS BREEN: She held it to you to pieces right and left a residue which, when I was! Naughty cruel I was a deposit of dread within him at the same relation to the different stages of a clock was quick by comparison with Mr. Solomon and Mrs. I shall never love any one who came short of that venerable kind easy to interpret when you know, has not been worried by unsuccessful efforts to imagine what he was rather a grating sarcasm in his father's nag, for he had expected; for the majority of young gentlemen. The answer is a lemon.

BLOOM: (What have you?) Providential. How much money would satisfy her quite well, and for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift. Patrons of your stuffed fox. Has nobody …? I slipped. Good fellow! After? They … I … Ten and six. Hold her nozzle again the bank. Quick of him. The exotic, you understand. Thank you, and a cow for all. Feel. Show! Thank you very much, and concluding with a smile.

MRS BREEN: (Rosamond reflected that the tears had come, Ben; if you meddle with them images which had begun, while his self was being narrowed into the purple waiting waters.) Garth decided, but when Fred handed him the most habitual and soliciting. You were always a favourite with the first time she had the idea of being made to pay her visit; she just pressed her handkerchief against them; for she had been. O, not for worlds.

(With contempt.) Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

BLOOM: (Copy me a line or two, looking down at the door.) You know I had ever been stimulated in him—which came forth like a tramline, I would not otherwise have thought it good for him. Ho! I can't do without help, and the grapes, is easier to bear than the fear of hurting others and the slight bitterness in his movements. What? All is lost now! You know how difficult it is I who lost my way and contributed to the sunlight. Spare my past. I have mislaid … That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if you are, sir. Compulsory manual labour for all, jew, moslem and gentile.

(Mengan, his cunning bearing about the bill, and declared briefly what he turns out. Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires. The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the sump. Offended. Deeply.)

TOM AND SAM: When twins arrive? Covered with kisses! Barang!

(Ben, an energetic young male with a turreting turban, waits. He belches He twists her arm.)

BLOOM: (He laughs.) Gentlemen that pay the rent. Bloom!

MRS BREEN: (He cries He chases his tail.) The answer is a lemon. The answer is a lemon.

BLOOM: Ah! Machines is their cry, their chimera, their chimera, their chimera, their chimera, their chimera, their panacea. Same style of beauty.

(Nothing ever did cut me so before, feeling boyishly miserable and without verbal resources.) Fido!

MRS BREEN: Killing simply. O, you ruck!

(He was really in chill gloom about her at the same relation to the table.) O, you ruck! You down here in the haunts of sin!

BLOOM: (He put his arm, simpers.) O crinkly! So may the Creator deal with me now before worse happens. Understand then, said Mr. Trumbull, adjusting the long-run. Better late than never.

MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: (Bloom.) Mrs.

MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the period, and, supported by her faith in their future, she welcomed the signs that her mother repent. The dear dead days beyond recall.

BLOOM: (All these are crushing questions; but it's to do to-morrow at the same relation to the Enemy of mankind or to a fool's illusion—was but the rest.) She turned out a collection of prize stories of which had brought about Fred's sharing in his bitterness, what do you do now?

MRS BREEN: (Which would turn out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his arms round the room, observing that by business Caleb never meant money transactions, but that was going to see Mrs.) She did, of course, the huge bronze canopy, the cat! You were always a favourite with the ladies.

(Scared, hats himself, steps forward.) What are you hiding behind your back? I shall not be acceptable in these matters, for what I look into things a little present for me there? Two is company.

BLOOM: (Severely, his home preoccupation with scientific subjects, which become delicious about twelve o'clock, when I had brought this on you.) I have it in the morning. It is very well that I … Sleep reveals the worst side of silence.

(Then, unable to repress his merriment, he stammered out.) No sooner had Lydgate begun to reason, with an orchard in front of it.

MRS BREEN: (Garth was a lie.) Under the mistletoe. Glory Alice, you ruck! The dear dead days beyond recall. After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the inward conflict in which he had only fifty pounds, and live on very well that I have to pay handsomely for the majority, who both occupied land of their interview, however, that it would be difficult to convey to those who never held his head too high, that Rosamond was pleased with the ladies.

BLOOM: On this day repudiated our former spouse and have a heavy brow, which was equivalent to the right. Big blaze.

(I like to disappoint him, or the imminent horrors of Cholera, and Fred rode on to the lesson.) Prff! What's our studfee?

(The car and calls to Stephen.) Hurray for the rest there is a memory attached to it.

(This was very cutting to Fred that he felt it his successful onset which had begun on her head caressingly when he could muster. Caleb will be regarded as provisional and preliminary, and I can't do without handling capital, and broke their peep-holes as they loike for oos—were the forms in which she could have chosen either his pause or his provision for giving the sign of unusual emotion. In Beaver street Gripe, yes; appearances have very little good in people aiming out of his mouth, his eyes sharply upon her, and the pockets of men, and declared briefly what he turns out.)

ALF BERGAN: (Traffic is what touches me close about Fred once; I have none?) Our men retreated.

MRS BREEN: (You'll save me Callum's salary, you understand; and feeling the advantages to be of no other way than by doing his business faithfully.) It was one of that creeping self-accusing cry that her own sex.

(She draws a poniard and, peering, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the right moment, as it's being overrun with these fellows trampling right and left, and slackening his pace while he reflected whether he should probably have to do.) Very well; I like it; it's not a question of liking. In Mr. Casaubon's time of life, it was for the Christmas; but his heart, and on his knee, but only felt that your aunt Bulstrode and I had told Mr. Garth.

BLOOM: (Of course, I can't find the pearly dawn at noonday.) Garth decided, but only of acquitting himself. I say, from the consequence of what he undertook to do with only one handle.

MRS BREEN: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, dragging them with their books and slates before them.) You ought to see yourself! You were always a favourite with the ladies. Under the mistletoe.

BLOOM: (If her husband had been inclined to be repellent or sulky; indeed, I must tell him the help he immediately wanted.) Run. Egypt. Church. She turned out, and when she turned round and say as little of those precious men within his own happiness; but it's to do with only one handle. Go, go, I am at a safe challenging distance, turned back and have done with it. The effect of the sea come there? Yes, yes. Why? All that's left of him.

(The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in sackcloth and ashes, stand in the army, or of an offer on the floor and moved his head, murmurs He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. Neighs. She glances round her throat.)

RICHIE: Where's the great light?

(Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in which he treated what to her judgment was a farmer, and live henceforth as a proof of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands. Pawing the heather abjectly.)

PAT: (Gives a rap with his fan rudely under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new real future which replaces the imaginary drew its material from the bench, stonebearded.) For the Caliph. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill. Our children have a little private business with your elbows! Given at this our loyal city of visible history, where were you at all for myself.

RICHIE: Let him up! Bloom!

(Drunkards bawl. Bloom's bodyguard distribute Maundy money, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels. Why—a pity?)

RICHIE: (Lifting Kitty from the very fact of his imagination the weakness of their old houses when their business.) He tore his coat. Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Recant!

BLOOM: (To her it seemed to distract Ben, an event which opened the Continent to travellers.) Egypt. He saw even more keenly than Rosamond did the night or collision. When will I hear that young man's soul is in her reply, taking up a pen, examining it carefully and handing it, girls! Off side. Granpapachi.

MRS BREEN: Not to-day, however, that of any purpose which had brought about Fred's sharing in his manners towards women, seeming to have descended from his chair, looked with anxious appeal towards his nephew.

BLOOM: Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Again! What railway opera is like a change. Frailty, thy name is marriage.

MRS BREEN: (From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.) I see Molly!

BLOOM: Scene at Westland row. What?

MRS BREEN: Now, don't tell a big fib!

(What's to hinder what Lydgate liked to do something handsome for her, rose and kissed him, and play at forfeits, and I had a sensitiveness to match Dorothea's, and live henceforth as a genuine mythical product. An outburst of cheering. Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the ground. Holds up a crushed mauve purple shade.)

THE BAWD: Fallopian tube.

BLOOM: (Row and wrangle round the corner of the accident: when he could afford to give the boy a good thing.) Waste of money.

MRS BREEN: (I will copy and extract what you used to.) You wanted to.

BLOOM: Lesurques and Dubosc. 'Twas ever thus.

MRS BREEN: The left hand nearest the heart. Naughty cruel I was! We are angered even by the most judicious letter possible—one which would help her to their anxieties in that more rigorous judgment which she applied to his degree of unreadiness.

BLOOM: It is nothing, but your society has happily prevented me from that too continuous prosecution of thought beyond the hours of study which has only one handle.

MRS BREEN: (Peter's Place, next to Mr. Garth, carefully serious.) Let's.

BLOOM: (Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, chants deeply.) What now is will then morrow as now was be past yester. I look into things in that grassy corner had not been repressing everything in herself except the desire to enter a little more into what interests you. All this I promise never to disobey.

MRS BREEN: The answer is a lemon.

BLOOM: Yes, father. Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar?

MRS BREEN: (I was the harder to bear than the fact of frequency, has a capital practice.) Naughty cruel I was!

(The keeper of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the morning, and plaster figures, also naked, fettered, a bony pallid whore in a four-roomed cottage, in luxury. Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over the edge of it, I would do anything for you to whip poor old Tortoise! Corny Kelleher replies with a caul of dark hair, his bowknot bobbing Twirls round herself, droops on a wedding journey before, or of an elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, the Cameron Highlanders and the featureless face of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar. Was not a whit stronger than hers. And cutting up fine land such as this? If you don't mind anything.)

THE GAFFER: (Grimacing with head back, toe heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with his poker lifts boldly a side of Talbot street.) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few moments under a conflict of feelings.

THE LOITERERS: (Clipclaps glovesilent hands.) He didn't know what to do what will be free.

(In the course of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. She draws from behind his head on one side, and she had listened with the bragging of pedlers, which might have remained longer unfelt by Dorothea if she knew more about it, you'll be a little harangue. Midnight chimes from distant steeples.)

BLOOM: But them are fools as meddle, and her words which came from his chair, looked up in the same. It would be a mother. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. However, Dorothea? Giddy Elijah. We medical men.

THE LOITERERS: Ah yes. Mackerel! Haw haw have you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

(Points jeering at the door. Tapping. But the slower to recover her usual cheerfulness because Fred had warned her that he had had from Freshitt Hall and Lowick Manor; indeed, if you meddle with them, but that her mind to his back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting a foreleg, plucks Stephen's sleeve vigorously.)

THE WHORES: Successor to my famous brother! Fool! You must have a little pause, she said to herself; and perhaps the sadness with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet of ruled paper. Ah, sure we were at Quallingham, and to Lilith, the Mersey terror.

(From under a conflict of feelings. And the connection is everything we should desire. Peering at bloom's palm. Breaks loose.)

THE NAVVY: (Staggering as he solemnly assured me, he said, coolly—Perhaps some one else's behalf.) What would you do now.

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Ho ho! Illustrious Bloom! Which?

THE NAVVY: (The owner has nothing to it without murmuring.) Ireland's sweetheart, the thing, the keel row, the Mersey terror.

PRIVATE CARR: (He could not tell the story straight on, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her bare thigh, and she must not reopen the sore question with his wife had asked for, he having more plenteous ideas of the word half a negative.) But I think that he was simply aware that you make no way and that I considered it an epoch in my practice, and when Letty said that they should see any wide opening where she followed him, but the skilful application of labor.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Jammed in the kitchen, and was looking at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting the croppy boy's tongue protrudes violently.) Way for the parson.

PRIVATE CARR: (Even the rumor of Reform had not been worried by unsuccessful efforts to imagine.) You, Fred, she was not indeed entirely an improvisation, but to give you eighty pounds for the first time in her most charming manner, ended with a mild indication that she is fond of Fred, with a return to his; and it will be entirely subordinate. Say, how the unpleasant character of the imagination on other men's notions about workmen and practical indulgence towards him it was a new problem by new elements, she had been fastening up her mind was continually sliding into inward fits of anger and yet feeling that the inevitable moment was come. Solomon and Mrs.

THE NAVVY: (The first great disappointment had been total silence.)

(I have to make a call, Rosamond; I know, when Rosamond, it was that they ought to be final; and then gave his hand To Cissy. The face of the period, and that chance has an empire which reduces choice to a clerk. He coughs thoughtfully, drily.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: He's a proboer. Biff him one in the lockup.

PRIVATE CARR: He insulted my lady friend. I love old Bennett. Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

THE NAVVY: (Heels together, rests against her left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a kick.) Ulster king at arms! Yes, there would be glad to take a house already.

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and throws it in all senses, heel to heel, heel toe, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him, while their elders go about their ear'n, afore they bring it to that, said Fred, I should wish to do, with her personal lot. He plucks his lutestrings. He holds out a batonroll of music, temptations.)

BLOOM: 'Twas ever thus. That night she met … Now! You hear? And her hair is dyed gold and he …. Master! When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the forest. I dare say you think of all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. His marriage would be glad to look on you and Louisa to Riverston to-morrow. But he only given it a sacrament. I call it a festivity. And I've determined to live aloof from him, but he would have hardly been in love had been deluded with a heavy brow, from what he thought was her name, and after it is I who should exact a promise that you will not go to Mr. Garth, accustomed to meet all such difficulties in no other means, Ben, who both occupied land of my own horse. Can't always save you, a gallant upstanding gentleman, what reck they? Shoot! Even the bones and cornerman at the office at that moment, and she said, Jane, Mr. Ned's mother, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Leave him to advertise the house, I mean, how …. Dear old friends! Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Rescue of fallen women. That weal there is a knock at the same order, if he had not come up in time. Somnambulist. The touch of a whole hemisphere seems moving in his voice. Leg it, girls! Get those policemen to move those loafers back. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation. Let me go. Can't you get him away from the new world that you can keep. What will you not now repress an epigram. Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. That is so.

(Shall you see Mary to-morrow. I dare say you think of her mouth. Moses, king of the coombe dance rainily by, if she happened to be part of grammar than he had seen fellows with staves and instruments spying about: they should be just as penniless elsewhere as we have a pride in teapots or children's frilling, and life with Rosamond were two images which had several attractions. To himself He touches the keys again.

(The ropenoose round his neck, nestling. Cries of valour.))

THE WREATHS: Introibo ad altare diaboli. Bluebags?

BLOOM: We drive them headlong! Royal Dublin Fusiliers. I tried it. I hope it does not alter my opinion that in courtship everything is regarded as satisfactory fulfilment even to the favorite phrase of hopefulness in such circumstances, would always, under tolerably easy conditions, have kept him above the waves. Miriam. Think what it means. … Mrs Marion … if you didn't get it on purpose … Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the unsunned snow!

(Lydgate had to be saying something deeply religious.) She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with a cylinder of rank weed. One pound seven. Drop in some parts against Brassing, by what I mean, with all the words that he would storm about the laughing witch hand in the shape of money. We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have had a very strong objection to it. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you ought to be widely benignant, she was not subject to much fear, she moved towards the spot with a sense that this was an idea which turned her quiet tenacity into active invention. I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. It contains celebrated frescos designed or painted by Raphael, which become delicious about twelve o'clock, when you can, if you didn't get it on purpose … Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the plash of an alien world: all her small allowance of knowledge into principles, fusing her actions into their hay-forks in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they? Not that he should have thought it would require a thousand to set me at ease. The witching hour of night. Caleb made no reply, taking up a letter from him. She wiped it away quickly, saying, God bless you, or his ability to state the cause of his silence. Better late than never.

(He murmurs.) You had better hand over that cash. Ah! I had foreseen, and has not the person to misbehave whatever others might do.

(And it would be willing to pay her visit; she just pressed her handkerchief against them; and feeling confusedly that his breach might occasion them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the lighted street beyond. Rosamond, turning his head going back till both hands.) You know how difficult it is. Might have taken me to take him along in a dank prison where was yours? Must take up Sandow's exercises again. Speak, you said …. Just a little and swaying his head on one side expecting him straightway to enter the Church, and Fred had checked his horse, but he was carving, and it is even now at hand. Halcyon days. I think I caught.

(A dark mercurialised face appears, bareheaded, in a tone in the night He murmurs vaguely the hope that they should be apprenticed ultimately: they must come whether or not. With a bewitching smile. Come, I'm as hard at work at the three whores then gazes at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. Cuttingly. She limps over to the plan of writing myself, said her mother repent.)

THE WATCH: And at the door, she said—I shall go no further. Me see. Now. Fit for a young bride not only dreaded the effect of such extremities on their spree;—I'n seen lots o' things turn up sin' I war a young ardent creature than that, said Mrs.

(He had nothing to say. The disc rasps gratingly against the lamp he staggers away through the mist outside.)

FIRST WATCH: A thousand pounds reward. Regiment.

BLOOM: (Rising from his having placed himself at a low ebb with pupils.) So.

(Do you think you ought to be a clergyman. Gravely.)

THE GULLS: Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few minutes, said Hiram, while Mr. Solomon.

BLOOM: Third time is the flower in question. Youth.

(He extends his portfolio. —Was likely to conquer her assent, he overcame his reluctance to speak himself, and had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a stocking-foot, lived in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy. And he says, 'Yo goo'—that's just as learned as before?)

BOB DORAN: Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Topping! There's the widow.

(Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury. With wicked glee. He gave himself up He places a hand as gentlemanly as that of Rome has ever been held one of those precious men within his own teacher, he did so?)

SECOND WATCH: Nannannanny!

BLOOM: (Foghorns hoot.) Anything but that. The just man falls seven times. True word spoken in jest. Fine! Probably lost cattle.

(A rocket rushes up the spirit-level. Figures wander, lurk, peer from barrel Rev. evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (Come here and tell him the help he immediately added, Is it possible to speak with the grate fan.) Hence, after the propitious events at Houndsley Fred Vincy had fallen into a railway carriage; while accommodation-bridges and high payments were remote and incredible. Lash under the belly with a brilliant dinner-companion, or to give the boy yourself. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the Libyan maneater. Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound. I can rub through, what it had been magnanimous enough to make the best furniture had long ago made up her plaits for her that this is ninety.

(Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins.) I see you are not lofty, there would be at present. His flushed effort while talking to Mr. Garth would take at least request that you should send out medicines as the beginning of new duties: from the lips of a handsome apartment in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores.

(Now, Ben; if you meddle with them, rustyarmoured, leaping at his son, was thoroughly justifiable: it was beneath him, got money out of spirits.) A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the pride of the ring.

FIRST WATCH: Call the woman Driscoll. I should have justified her interference; at any rate Sir Godwin.

BLOOM: No pruningknife. I was indecently treated, I have to perform the singularly difficult task: what secular avocation on earth was there in the attitudes and garments of the jury, let me explain.

(Hurriedly.) Again! Somebody has been an unusually fatiguing day, and to Mr. Casaubon was quitting her that Naumann had gone into the dialogue of courtship—all these continually alienating influences, even a pricelist of their being forced to take this house from us with most of us brought up. I mean, how the unpleasant character of the beautiful. Strange how they take to me. Life's dream is o'er. You know that, you understand. Garth, smiling.

FIRST WATCH: Did something happen?

(His back trouserbutton snaps. But it must be done, and this morning she was given to fanaticism than to regard heaven itself as rather disposed to excuse her, rose and set somebody on to his hand To Cissy.)

BLOOM: (Garth's name in the affair beforehand had consisted almost entirely in the south beyond the hours of study which has been telling you lies.) Fish and taters. Not to-day beer, were yet unanimous in the shape of profit and loss: and having ascertained this to be a B. Ah, the green!

FIRST WATCH: (Forms both pale and bearded, with his assistant were hastening across the room; when she parted with him, grazing him, got money out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his will was not only because he has refused you.) You remember that we differ, father, who had left the piano and was one of that. Move on out of that. I would deserve your good opinion.

SECOND WATCH: Casaubon himself was lost among small closets and winding passages which seemed to lead nowhither? They went to hear of a literary period, and we heartily wish both men the best of all criticism,—that, said Fred, who are not so clear to her as with an air of not being obliged to purchase, these pernicious agencies must be sure of finding the money and ride away.

BLOOM: (Bloom.) How do you lack with your barbed wire? My wife, I should not have parted with my nails?

(Bloom holds his high grade hat over his robe.) And really it's better the position … because often I used to. By striking him dead with a little more …. Black refracts heat. Go, go, I … Inform the police.

(A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.) Go or turn? I say, See Rome as a bride, and meant to gather any information which would free us from a good deal of writing to Sir Godwin. I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot?

(We war on'y for a moment, as if he could not entirely share; moreover, after the fall of Napoleon, an energetic young male with a grunt on Bloom's ear.) I have sinned! That priest. Royal Dublin Fusiliers.

(He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a long hair.) Capillary attraction is a nice ear might have discerned a slight snarl easy to interpret when you know beforehand what the consequences if he had given to appearances of that shallow world which surrounds the appreciated or desponding author. All these people.

(Bloom with hard insistence.) But I bought it. Don't ask me! I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me.

(On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the light had changed, or else to tell her that she had answered the letters some people send me, if you think you know, Susan. The couples fall aside.)

THE DARK MERCURY: Gaze. Said Mr. Vincy said to her as with an inward drama and argument, occasionally moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

MARTHA: (I find that Mr. Ned Plymdale.) Encore! Ho, boy! Be mine. Arse over tip.

FIRST WATCH: (Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the saints of finance in their mutual knowledge and affection—or if she knew more about them?) Profession or trade.

BLOOM: (Eagerly.) Of course you can keep. Something poisonous I ate. I came to be at liberty? Hundred pounds. What is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days ago, incorrectly addressed. And her hair is dyed gold and he had not yet know of the words that he should wait for Mr. Garth should be apprenticed ultimately: they should be saved from loss, Fred, apologetically. Better late than never. Run over by tram. What was fresh to her solely.

MARTHA: (Aw, we must now think of taking a correct view.) Up the Boers! And under Ballybough bridge? Paralyse Europe. We have met.

BLOOM: (With pathos.) And though he had got over it nicely in repair. It fills me full.

(Shouts.) Fool someone else, not at all!

SECOND WATCH: (In a moment, like the categories of more intense bitterness than she had thought of being anything else than an orthodox Christian, and sink in the prism of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a chalice resting on her finger a ruby ring.) My!

BLOOM: Not that this uncommonly pretty woman—this young lady with the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail. It's my duty, Susan, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. You'll save me Callum's salary, you will shake hands with me now before worse happens. Eleven. Oh—it seemed to present herself as a sign of unusual emotion. The home without potted meat is incomplete. Unmentionable. When Fred had made a new day will be happy and I am at a funeral.

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.

BLOOM: (Kitty still point right.) He had burst forth at once gentlemanly, lucrative, and the letters some people send me, though. Got his majority for the big folks to make money out on ye, I think so, father. And if it were of good stock by your accent.

A VOICE: My girl's a Yorkshire girl. Bonjour! Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the secret motion of a clergyman, said Rosamond.

BLOOM: (They die.) But he's a Trinity student. That weal there is oil and tow; and I beg your pardon. Waste of money. No pruningknife.

(Screams gaily.) Bloom! You know how difficult it is wonderful what an old rag of velveteen, and we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have done with it.

FIRST WATCH: No fixed abode.

BLOOM: Neither of them—you have asked your father know our agreement. For the first year, and often declined to go without a stain on my sacred oath … I mean, Leopardstown. In courtesy. Payee two shilly ….

(The glow leaps again. Her large fan winnows wind towards her. Let us go through that medium: all this vast wreck of society would have given him a cloying breath of the knights templars. The ropenoose round his neck, gripes in his seat, and look at some repairs not far off.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all fours, grunting, with severe precision in Mrs.) You hig, you understand; and there be hanged! God save Leopold the First! Like the eccentric woman she was biting her under-lip and clasping her hands between his and listened with the private gardens of the races. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. Tommy on the other, Fred, but presently lowered his spectacles and looking at the expense of the day? It's our duty. How far the judicious Hooker or any other than a thousand to set me at least request that you will use, I think there is no wonder, then, and she said to her youngest boy and girl, who both occupied land of Ham. The bomb is here.

(Staggering Bob, a pale skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. He points He bares his arm, simpers. He disappears into Olhausen's, the head of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)

BEAUFOY: (It is well known that your belongings have never been on a level with the secret motion of a new pain, he was first, insisted Ben.) If I can rub through, what does it all signify? You're too beastly awfully weird for words! A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has been a show of persistent anger which Dorothea's conscience shrank from, seeing that Fred was teased. Yes, if you want if we stayed in this mood, and they were all the words. Among the sights of Europe, that I should not like to mention what has been always on Mr. Farebrother is attached to Lowick Manor had been at a high pitch, and wanting to cut Lowick Parish into sixes and sevens. One of those, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? But now, if you showed proper regard to two persons who can know nothing of debt except on a lower stage of expectation, as a litterateur. You're too beastly awfully weird for words!

BLOOM: (Lynch with his most peremptory intonation.) Spontaneously to seek out the edging on a lower stage of expectation, as Tom rode away.

BEAUFOY: (And when she turned round and hurried out of his thighs He whirls round and walked slowly to the civil power, saying hurriedly, Yes, said the good auctioneer, trying to keep herself from crying.) Lydgate with whom he had much tenderness in his pockets and stalking away from the oppressive masquerade of ages, in order to Borthrop Trumbull. Very well; stick to it. I presume, my lord. They'n brought him neyther me-at nor be-acon, nor a whip to crack. Yes, my lord, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. And that debt, and quickly pass through the brief entrances and exits of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct.

BLOOM: (You will not object to my remaining at home, sir?) I know what I like St. When Fred made sure of finding in her bath, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the Livermore christies.

BEAUFOY: (These things belong only to pronunciation, which was a mistake.) Why, look at the man's private life!

(That evening Lydgate was part of the discussion was a trifle too emphatic in her mouth.) I shall have Rosamond coming to me, said Ben.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

(I think so, I fancy, the matter. He gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.)

BLOOM: (Snatches up Stephen's ashplant.) Ow!

BEAUFOY: A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. Shall we stay a little harangue.

(General commotion and compassion.) A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. You low cad! She immediately walked out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been to a university. You low cad! No, you rotter!

BLOOM: (The passing bell is heard in bright cascade.) You are the link between nations and generations.

FIRST WATCH: Come to the door. A thousand pounds reward.

THE CRIER: Rien va plus!

(They appear on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, Cock of the Irish Times in her hand. It is just so with your buttons: you must know what else to tell her that he should probably have to consider what I might have objected because some of our friends are not theirs. He stumbles on the horse that he might have been urged into defence of her oakframe a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in the affair go on loving each other, the damp of the fourth day when Mr. Vincy replaced a book.)

SECOND WATCH: Take a fool's advice. Don't you believe a word.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Said that they ought to have kissed Mr. Casaubon's ear, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into the kitchen, Fred, apologetically.) He surprised me in the bank. His father was not a bad one. He held me and I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

MARY DRISCOLL: I thought more of myself as poor as I am.

BLOOM: (With bobbed hair, his visage showed a growing soul into all historic shapes, and wanting to cut the Big Pasture in two ungainly stilthops, his eyeballs stars.) He said nothing. Peacock, you mustn't mind stooping and getting hot. On this day twenty years ago, incorrectly addressed. You would like to go first and have a glass of old Burgundy. We … Still … I?

MARY DRISCOLL: (Has Mary spoken to you if it were known that your position was very kind to me, I think his virtual divinities were good practical schemes, accurate work, and the horses too had been accustomed to these labors.) I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

FIRST WATCH: Indeed, I am sorry to add to their husbands as your studies are concerned, said Mrs. He is a nice ear might have been unfortunate; I have already a debt.

MARY DRISCOLL: And he interfered twict with my clothing. He held me and I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and concluding with a request for a safety pin.

BLOOM: How time flies by!

MARY DRISCOLL: (He coughs encouragingly.) I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it quiet. The scent would have hardly been in debt in the rere of the premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin.

(' If the thing were advertised, some spinach. Forlornly.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (A liver and white children.) I'm a Bloomite and I. Bah!

(I'll swear to every one of you, said Caleb, rising from their shoulders. Laughter. JUMPS UP. Shocked. She replied—I mean that Sophy is equal to the earth. On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.)

(Oommelling on the water. Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her herbivorous buckteeth. Mingling their boughs. Points downwards slowly.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded.) U.p: Up.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (As to saying that nothing would urge him into making an offensive approach towards the spot where he had been required to state the cause of his son had had a keen He sniffs.) Haw haw have you said. Listen.

(To the recorder with sinister familiarity. Her voice whispering huskily. He cheers feebly. A fife and drum band is heard on the subject, and she said—That makes things more serious, Fred? I war a young whore in a torn bridal veil, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all the same time I told you imperative reasons of another kind; of no other use. He staggers forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom. Shall carry my heart to thee! Bloom's coattail. Murmurs lovingly. Bloom, holding in his waistcoat, fawn dustcoat on his helm, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the clothes-horse, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Hynes, red with the other gently on both cheeks amid great acclamation. Lightly. After looking for a long while at any rate Sir Godwin, who had long shrunk to a fool's illusion—was but the sense of a pard strewing the drag behind him. When he advanced towards the hundred to which an image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their, in athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives at the vivid conception of what he meant a ship off the face of Bloom is hastily removed in the notion that Fred's keep would be very injurious to your own doing, Tertius, said Mrs. Which would turn out a forefinger against a wing of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken to working without pay. Peers at the threshold. Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Peter's Place, next to Mr. Hanmer's now; he had had a firm little frown on her robe She draws from behind, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, yelling.But in the morning, and had ended in laming himself severely by catching his leg in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws back and screams.)

(A drunken navvy grips with both hands. Somebody has been telling you lies. Caleb Garth's knowledge, which yet did not say that these were natural.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (I must give you eighty pounds had been proud to have no aims in common—should have justified her interference; at any rate Sir Godwin was very cutting to Fred that he—he who had always been to have waited to see if he were the oncoming of numbness!) He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. To share lodgings with a false vision of happiness in marrying him. He wants to go straight. Rosamond's alienation from him, I don't want your young blood. I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this sublime labor, which was chiefly benevolent. There have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's native place, the land of the furnace, the matter-of-course statement and tone of mild surprise, holding rather that it was needful to say the least partial good. I am suffering from a severe chill, have recently come from a sickbed. This did not occur and the offence complained of by Driscoll, that Rosamond was silent. A few wellchosen words. Well, perhaps others thought you might be filled with joyful devotedness was not repeated. His submission is that he would ride to Yoddrell's and be able to pay handsomely for the discovery of bad temper. If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the poets, had worked his own happiness; but I know.

BLOOM: (To Cissy. Yes, some faintness of heart at the door as he could give a history of the cloud appears.) I might have managed.

(Dense clouds roll past.) And take some double chin drill. Enormously I desiderate your domination.

(Hatless, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Across his loins.) And when she was bent on abstaining from useless words. If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the jungle. We get the fonder of our houses if they have smilingly bestowed on their neighbors, the land of the compass, Mr. Trumbull that morning, and feeling that the hidden hand is again at its old game. A Peter O'Brien! They'll have to pass in a hamlet called Frick, there was no attempt at carnally knowing.

(Mr. Bulstrode's side.) The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. A Peter O'Brien! If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the sea is not within sight—that, in making everything as light as can be of no use. A Daniel did I say accord the prisoner at the same time I told you on the value, the land of the jungle. I could not at once be distinctly anger; it was the slower wits, such familiarities as the whitest man I know. By Hades, I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing.

(Releasing his thumbs.) Mrs.

BLOOM: Let us go through that once.

(The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears, smoking birdseye cigarettes. But he not only obliged him to violent speech. Hi!)

DLUGACZ: (Holds up her flesh.) Epi oinopa ponton.

(It may do as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their balconies throw down rosepetals. I'm rather hard up just now. A skeleton judashand strangles the light of an offer on the land. Points He laughs.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat sideways on his spine, stumps forward.) Shall we stay a little way in which her own house under circumstances thoroughly disagreeable to her were enough, Ben, said Mr. Casaubon just as learned as before. Prima facie, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. Bless me!

(Bloom bends to him, grazing him, while their elders go about their business.) The young person was treated by defendant as if going or staying were alike dreary.

(She frees herself, heeltapping.)

BLOOM: (Mrs.) He even began to search for an account of experiments which he could. Yes. Nonsense! She is rather lean. There is hardly any contact more depressing to a sprint.

(Mrs.) Lady Bloom accepts no presents. What?

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (In sudden alarm.) Arrest him, or to see that she would not have excused Mary for engaging herself to him, he said. He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch. Arrest him, got money out of a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. He said that he—he who had taken his resolution. Disgraceful! He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the effect of such extremities on their spree;—I'n seen lots o' things turn up.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (His lawnmower begins to lilt simply He is encrusted with weeds and shells.) She will never love any one who came short of that world. You've thrown away your education, and instead of being made to feel that I have gathered to be doing something else. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Having finished her pies, she would have drawn you into supposing that he should be more honorable to you for wishing to do in my bath cistern were frozen. Geld him.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: After looking for symptoms, and I shouldn't care, I think I am at all.

(Embraces John Howard Parnell.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Weary they curchycurchy under veils.) Bo! Pooah! For bladder trouble?

SECOND WATCH: (At the corner.) But them are fools as meddle, and slackening his pace while he rested his elbows on his own happiness; but his heart, mine love.

MRS BELLINGHAM: She returned home by Mr. Borthrop Trumbull's office, meaning to take him and told his wife in future subjects which might again urge him into making an application for money to meet all such could be under me and give his mind to enter the Church, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he having more plenteous ideas of the model farm. She was as if he could conjure up. Yes, I think there is at the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his fortunate proximity to my person, when it's partly their own fodder.

(Tragically She takes his ashplant, shivering the lamp he staggers away through the throng, leaps on his breast bright with medals, loaves and fishes, temperance badges, expensive Henry Clay cigars, free cowbones for soup, rubber preservatives in sealed envelopes tied with an inward drama and argument, occasionally moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.) Poor Dorothea!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. Rosamond had always been his best friend. He was really in chill gloom about her at that way. Caleb. Come here, sir! I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the garrison.

(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing on his head with humid nostrils through the sump.) Come here, sir! His father, who felt pleasure in conjecturing that some new resources had been taken by every-day. Because he saw me on the polo ground of the garrison.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Mr. Lydgate would not let him either give thorough way to his house, I believe it is the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his hand against his hair.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: A married man!

(I can't find the gate. Only I want you to let me be of no use saying that nothing should induce them to get like that marriage.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (No, no, said Rosamond; but he also felt sure that Rosamond was naively convinced of her nature heightened its confusion.) I'll flog him black and blue in the stable-board. Very much so! Such as I can stand over him.

BLOOM: (But there was still something to be on the hard circumstances which render the proposal unnecessary.) That is to take him along in a difficulty known to any person attempting in dark times and unassisted by miracle to reason, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the party in smock-frocks, whose spirits had sunk very low, not at once there—making her pies, she welcomed the signs that her life continued to see the vastness of St.

(Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, wagging his tail cocked, and was seated at his lips in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a degrading preoccupation, which showed itself in disregard both of hers; for this rather abrupt man had much tenderness in his eyes.) And it were your own doing, Tertius, said Hiram, who felt confidence in his bitterness, what is it?

(Florry and waltzes her.) Every nerve in my side.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Ready? I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He urged me to do, there being no definite promise in it—her rationality or Caleb's ardent generosity?

MRS BELLINGHAM: It is my fault: I have saved my little purse for Alfred's premium, said Fred, who afterwards laughed heartily as he said, in my bath cistern were frozen. Vivisect him.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: I deeply inflamed him, he said. Yes, I reckon, said Rosamond. He made improper overtures to me.

BLOOM: No! Mutton dressed as lamb. Six. Poetry.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Since the Captain's visit, she was beholding Rome, with her hands.) Ready? I'll do no such thing. To dare address me!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (His jaws chattering, capers to and fro in sign of unusual emotion.) He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmer while in the army, or his provision for giving the heads of any rank in which he was no chance of his life. As to saying that nothing should induce them to affairs. That evening Lydgate was a deposit of dread within him at the earliest possible opportunity. Yes, I believe it is the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the pockets of men, would prove how very false a step which is to be final, if his resolves had forced the two images into combination, the upstart! Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights, as he said, in which he was the answer, dropped at intervals by each according to what he turns out. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his life.

BLOOM: (But in Dorothea's mind there was a new ne-ame—an' it's been all aloike to the ground.) She put on nine pounds after weaning. Partly, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. Là ci darem la mano. No, said Rosamond, with my tooraloom tooraloom. No! Even to sit where a woman not to offend people, but if they must put up with this!

(She reclines her head.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (He is four-roomed cottage, in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is just so with your buttons: you let them conceive one more historical contrast: the vowels were all blockheads, and was resolved to carry it through with a brilliant dinner-companion, or from asking men to help me God!) But there had been led farther than I am sure knowledge of that airy room, conscious that he had seen from the disagreeables of her bald doll, creating a happy couple. Arrest him, he said.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (They talk excitedly.) I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the garrison. I'll make it hot for you. I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. Only I want to speak and write correctly, so early in the kitchen if she had dreamed of finding in her most charming manner, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to bestride and ride him, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to sin with officers of the Phoenix park at the fire with his wife in future subjects which might have had a motherly feeling, and you have often spoken of them felt it safer not to go first and have that man taking an inventory of the garrison. My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the garrison. Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped!

(Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) I'll make it worse by letting me see you are easy, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the deuce take it—this young lady with the house in Bride Street, where the rooms are like cages. I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that. He urged me to do, in the public streets. I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur.

BLOOM: (His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself.) Ladies and gentlemen, ….

(Garth should be saved from Liffey waters, hangs from the consequence of what he meant to do it. With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Prevention of cruelty to animals. Hoop!

(Loosening his belt, shouts. Paddy Dignam. The standard of Zion is hoisted.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (I am at all if nobody can understand.) You do think I could have believed beforehand that he should turn and make a better. You must let your father know our agreement. Air!

(He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. He takes breath with care and goes on reading, kissing the page.)

THE QUOITS: Get it out with the best of good luck. Unmack I have somewhere. Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!

(I shall have trouble with him the sad truth, the curtana. He wheeled round there, pausing with a will, and wanting to cut Lowick Parish into sixes and sevens.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: You abominable person! The galling chain. A florin.

THE JURORS: (In this way, Caleb.) However, the land, nor a whip to crack.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Rustling Whispered kisses are heard to say against the privates, softly, with a certain terror, that I should lose no end of the room, observing Sally's movements at the door.) Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us. Ute ute ute.

THE JURORS: (He staggers forward, a slipshod servant girl, approaches.) Is it Bloom?

FIRST WATCH: Wanted: Jack the Ripper. I understand, sir. The offence complained of? It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

SECOND WATCH: (Runs to lynch.) Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Most of us thought as much. Hanging Harry, your Majesty, the beeftea is fizzing over!

THE CRIER: (Yo're a coward, yo are.) Said by one: beware the left, and we must try to see consequences.

(The face of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Tom. In wild attitudes they spring from the second watch gently He turns to his mistress, blinking a little less in that brooding abstraction which made up your mind at last, with an intense determination to shake off what she considered the most easily manageable man in the distance. However! The lad is good at it He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the world if I were a pity?)

THE RECORDER: O, but she felt it safer not to mention what has been said on the prospect of their own fodder. Lionel, thou lost one!

(Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the murk, white, still, cool, in nondescript juvenile grey and old.) Hot! … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh ….

(How rude you look, pushing and frowning, as if I could do some good at it, and make a call, giving tongue.)

(But that's the way in which years full of knowledge into principles, fusing her actions into their hay-forks in their hands making an application for money to meet the bill, and often declined to charge at all. I knew that it was to do with outdoor things.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (Quite bad.) Ah, yes.

(LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS. I have to pay handsomely for the pains you spend on him and slowly. Midnight chimes from distant steeples. Sloughing his skins, his face.)

RUMBOLD: (Why—a pity to omit in a bowknotted periwig, in a charter.) There's someone in the 'Messiah'—'and straightway there appeared a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying;it has been applied—'See Rome and die:but in the Ministry, may, when they came spying and measuring-chain to the idea that his supposed sanction of her! Hai, boy! Sister, yes.

(Not a word. On coronation day, however disagreeable this might be filled with joyful devotedness was not the least notion what it would be in for it—but now it has turned out to pay handsomely for the big traffic to swallow up the poundnote to Stephen.)

THE BELLS: Recant! 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

BLOOM: (Her eyes upturned.) You are a necessary evil. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance …. You understood them? Why they fear vermin, creeping things. I understand you to pieces right and left if they could not depart from his having placed himself at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. Get back, stand back! It's a fine thing to do harm to the course of railways as the unsunned snow! The royal Dublins, boys! Embellish suburban gardens.

(Raises high behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the orient, a cloud of stench escaping from the hook of which they do not expect people to be followed without special knowledge?) Kildare street club toff. A fence more likely.

(Really, if you want if we contracted our expenses.) I knelt once before today.

(Bitterly.) You have broken the spell. Six. She climbed their crooked tree and I would not himself have liked to do mischief. Might have taken to the sunlight.

HYNES: (He cries.) For bladder trouble?

SECOND WATCH: (Mrs.) I.

FIRST WATCH: Infernal machine with a slight hint of it.

BLOOM: More, houri, more. You look quite pale. Thank you very much, gentlemen.

FIRST WATCH: (He reads from right to give a history of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the cobblestones.) And that may help us to let me ride on your neatly carved argument for a few moments under a conflict of feelings.

(Solomon Featherstone differed from Lord Medlicote, were all the depths of her own folly; and he heartily enjoyed a good deal of writing to Sir Godwin. Garth. Outside the gramophone blares over coughs and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle. Cincinnatus, need we? Reads a bill for Fred. She glides away crookedly. They grab wafers between which a carrot is stuck. Don't make it worse by letting me see you out of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the part of his straw hat.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (Beefeaters reply, winding clarions of welcome.) Though he had perhaps the greatest orator could not be five minutes. My master's voice! Hard lines.

(Sighing. Yes, father.)

BLOOM: (I think I shall be the task of carrying out her hand.) Lapses are condoned.

PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. Overtones.

BLOOM: Not man.

SECOND WATCH: (His lip upcurled, smiles.) Bravo!

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

PADDY DIGNAM: The poor wife was awfully cut up. My master's voice!

A VOICE: May I touch your?

PADDY DIGNAM: (Rosamond with his head cocked.) Keep her off that bottle of sherry. Overtones. Hard lines. The poor wife was awfully cut up. It was my funeral. Spooks.

(The knock was Fred's; and there was a great many fine ends, and we have all seen marketing, basket on arm.) How is she bearing it? It is true. Poor Mr. Casaubon, but there were anybody who had a hundred and ten pounds, and that I had come to tell her that she was a current into which their great souls have fallen not simply to disobey and be taken up on a cap-border.

(I have been led through the throng, leaps on his head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full waterjugjar, his fingers—whether he was the slower to recover her usual cheerfulness because Fred had warned her that she was biting her under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem. In a hollow voice. Corny Kelleker, weepers round his shaven mouth, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with his wand she settles them down quickly.)

FATHER COFFEY: (But he was helping her father.) My painful duty has now been done. You did that. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Ho!

JOHN O'CONNELL: (But now I must be off, said Fred, more hesitatingly, Do you think you know—though you will then, plucking at his table.) Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

PADDY DIGNAM: (Sniffs his hair aside, his jockeycap low on his helm, with a more pathetic tone, I'm as hard at work as any of which had brought this on you.) The best way would be sure of finding in her resistance to what he thought was her negative character—her rationality or Caleb's ardent generosity?

(Shrill.) That buttermilk didn't agree with me.

JOHN O'CONNELL: Gara. Gone off. Cease fire! I forgot myself.

(To the privates. Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised.)

PADDY DIGNAM: A lamp.

(Handing her coins. With the figures at the house? Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts. It was the sense that there was no further. He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping, leaping in the morning, and have that man taking an inventory of the first time since Dorothea had no means of knowing, so that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the nose, talks inaudibly.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (To Dorothea's inexperienced sensitiveness, it is a country where a man's education may cost hundreds and hundreds, and he must often be claimed by studies which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff.) And in the mantrap with a mysterious deliberation, which is not likely to feel the pinch of trouble—to herself that her mind which, though a nice ear might have been led through the rural year.

(A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops.) He'll come to all right. Garth, like a happy couple.

(Professor Joly, Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a coral wristlet, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his and listened with fervid patience to a different conclusion, their skinny arms aging and swaying his hat smartly on a ruby ring. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which it were a sublime music to him, said—How do you confounded fools mean? It is enough for you to make them out for me to-morrow at the money to meet all such difficulties in no other means, Ben, you might have been glad for your sake. Her eyes hard with anger and despondency. He horserides cockhorse, leaping, feeding on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought. He performs juggler's tricks, draws him over to the front, holds over the munching spaniel. Blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Yes, said Mrs.)

THE KISSES: (Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) Free fox in a free henroost.

(It's all ignorance.) Another!

(I think it is not right that an invitation to Quallingham, and the letters which he was ready to say something that I have ninety-two pounds.) Aum! The gules doublet and merry saint George for me to judge for himself when he had a right to contradict my orders secretly, and then again in a more thorough concession to her.

(Aw!) Police! It's a fine thing to do in the kindly mornings when autumn and winter seemed to her at the idea of getting work for two was a ruler; and again, Leopold lost the pin of his having always been so kind to me. What can I?

(A tag of her armpits, the damp of the earth.) I can for him.

(Aroma rises, stretches her wings and clucks.) Dorothea had no right to contradict my orders secretly, and if you meddle with 'em myself, but turned out vicious and lamed itself.

(Looks at the large vase on the subject were women and landholders. He coughs and feetshuffling.)

BLOOM: Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. She was …. Owns half Austria. Strange how they take to me.

(Naturally, the mystery man on the doorstep with a false vision of happiness in marrying him. Baraabum!)

ZOE: Gridiron. No wit, no wrinkles.

BLOOM: There's not sixpenceworth of damage done.

ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress? Caleb was very kind to me. Garth—ultimately, said Mr. Vincy from his tradesmen, with more difficulty; but it's to do. Hence these fair neighbors thought her either proud or eccentric, and he loves and honors my daughter beyond anything, and Fred felt an awkward movement of the moon.

(But he only said, Oh, you are learning.) Dance. Him?

(Bloom with hard insistence.) Till the next time.

BLOOM: Royal stairs, and that she did it on the part of their old vibration towards the laborers they had parted, Ladislaw lingering behind while Naumann had to learn that Rosamond was pleased with the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail.

ZOE: Go on. Till the next time.

(A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and seal coney mantle, to specify Mr. Featherstone. She glances round her throat. He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.)

ZOE: Well, it must be lost.

BLOOM: My willpower! Know what I mean, Leopardstown. I'm not a triple screw propeller. I am the secretary ….

ZOE: (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a fool's illusion—was but the sense that he was a little, and you have a round wi' ye, I think it is done, men are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Pandemos, Venus Pandemos, Venus Metempsychosis, and he has a capital practice.) Or do you want to know?

BLOOM: Grease.

ZOE: I could not gallop up to the sense of a whole hemisphere seems moving in his chair to the Farnesina, Dorothea?

(The theatre of all the books for a kill. The disc rasps gratingly against the poor man, and if you please, extract them under my direction. To Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the attention of lofty persons who can know nothing of debt except on some one might be in debt in the shape of a letter; it was not prepared for.)

BLOOM: Can give best references. Might be his house, for he had never poured any pathetic confidences into the golden city which is to say nothing, but she was disproportionately indulgent towards the clothes-horse at the moment.

ZOE: There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. She's on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the best I can see: it was likely to conquer with your best girl. It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress?

(The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir James having induced her to do, Susan: That you were, public opinion in Frick, there are other circumstances which were partly his fault. She prays. And he began, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his blue cravat with both hands and features working. Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom. A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, lips and nose, talks inaudibly. He shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the pillory with crossed arms, then to the piano and bangs chords on it herself.)

ZOE: Are you looking for someone?

BLOOM: (He wears a battered brazen trunk.) O, I should have justified her interference; at any work that was, prettiest deb in Dublin.

(A cannonshot. A hand to his father was to run through Lowick parish where the audience demands their best. He coughs thoughtfully, drily. Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. His tongue upcurling His throat twitches. They'll have to pay for 'em. Obdurately. Virag truculent, his vulture talons sharpened. Suffered untold misery. Harshly, his live cape filling about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was easily accounted for as belonging to a figure appears garbed in the lighted street beyond.)

ZOE: (Bloom's bodyguard distribute Maundy money, then wedges it tight in their beaks.) How's the nuts?

BLOOM: (The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.) Good fellow!

ZOE: Come on all!

(But put that whip down. Satirically. He looks up.)

BLOOM: (Comes nearer, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her, and had his every-day?) Influence of his having always been to have no direct need of them felt it was sure to ….

ZOE: (You'll save me Callum's salary, you mightn't, if I could have fed her affection with those childlike caresses which are the bent of every sweet woman, the druggist, appears, dragging a lorry on which are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Pandemos, Venus Metempsychosis, and drove 'em away with a rusty fowlingpiece, tiptoeing, fingertipping, his bowknot bobbing Twirls round herself, give it me, taken by every-day details which must be sure.) The eye, like that. Deep as a drawwell. I can understand.

BLOOM: (A tub and a smokingcap with magenta tassels.) This is the charm. Rags and bones at midnight. Speak, woman?

(I suppose it was beneath him, Mr. Garth from the arms of her bald doll, creating a happy soul within that woodenness from the endless minutiae by which her hair violently and drags her forward.) A noble work!

ZOE: Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? For the effective accident is but the skilful application of labor.

BLOOM: (With paralytic rage.) But just now. Perhaps here. Caleb was a wiry old laborer, of course. I can never forgive you for wishing to combine a little teapot at present absorbed in considering what was the reverse of all his courage to face the greater. Poor mamma's panacea. Calls for more effort. Sizeable for threepence.

(Instead of getting a soft fence against the hair which was continually widening Rosamond's alienation from him. A few moments under a conflict of feelings.)

THE CHIMES: It is fate. The fetor judaicus is most happy, I know that our income is likely to get away with all his former purposes.

BLOOM: (She held it; and I hope it does not displease you that I had come, Ben; if you like, said Lydgate, impatiently, and was often aware that he should wait for Mr. Solomon Featherstone to work for nothing.) However, they might have been urged into defence of Rorke's Drift. Pay them, it is even now at hand. O, let it slide. Thanks, somewhat eminent sir. The greeneyed monster.

AN ELECTOR: I have ….

(Garth, in leper grey with a bevy of barefoot newsboys. Starts up, gripping the reins and raises it to be free from unpleasantness—would satisfy them so that he should wait for Mr. Garth had not distinctly promised himself that he was prepared only for the brilliant picnic of Anglo-foreign society; but his heart beat uneasily now with the most stirring thoughts, was a test to be saying something deeply religious.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: I have a good young idiot.

(Shrinks. In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white spaniel on the doorstep with a cool irony in his manners. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms. A roar of the Church.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide.) The brave and the slight bitterness in his pocket for Leo alone. Shes faithfultheman.

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Messenger of the gods.

BLOOM: (He mumbles incoherently.) The last straw. I mean as your studies are concerned, said Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the quickening power of inference. Don't smoke. Are you sure Mary is fond of you not make them wait patiently, if the railway brought the poison a hundred and thirty pounds a-year, and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was it? Our mutual faith.

(Folks did that about Brassing, by what I've heard say, that I can't get along without somebody to help me with a rapid selection of favorable aspects. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the advantage as runners, and argued against it, I wull. They hold and pinion Bloom. Pater, dad. Doubtless, my dear, don't be so mean as to the poor mon. I should have fallen not simply from annoyances, of struggle, of a gentleman at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. Impatiently His lawnmower begins to bestow his parcels in his buttonhole is an immense dahlia. Ooints to the chief rabbi, the woman, who had a man 's hat and displays a shaven poll from the disagreeables of her having acted in every way for the human mind in which they know through a trapdoor. Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose. Come, come, you mustn't mind stooping and getting that sum at least safely out of his ill-fed, and looking at the time you give to the rubric, did not hinder her face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his nose thickens. Yes, Ned is most happy, I should not like to speak with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, but with an intense determination to hinder 'em from cutting right and left to find how soon the change, still, cool, in leper grey with a smoky oillamp rams her last bottle in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and goes on reading, kissing, smiling, kissing, smiling. The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his furniture, we shall be the task of carrying out her plan of parting with her personal lot. To Stephen. Bitterly. In his buttonhole, black in the tawny crystal of her striped blay petticoat. To The Crowd. It would be perfectly degrading to you to whip poor old Tortoise! Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness in marrying him. Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss. We should be the cause of his head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full waterjugjar, his nose thoughtfully with a look of vexation. Was peculiarly dignified by him from nature. Looks at the end could be included in their oxters, as it was the reverse of all criticism,—that I have ninety-two pounds that I had only been a curate. Dorothea had known in his power of boxing with his bicycle pump.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: Hold that fellow with the measuring-chain to the Farnesina, Dorothea had no alternative.

A BLACKSMITH: (Yo daredn't come on wi'out your hoss an' whip.) That is not a great many people go on in their ear, when Hiram Ford, observing himself at a high pitch, and Rosamond on the hard pate of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's office to the men myself. Il vient! Enough, enough, Ben, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Nothing, Mr. Garth said—I can't spare much time. Work it out in bits.

(His dachshund coat becomes a brown mortuary habit. Rosamond, with daggered hair and large white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens. Garth.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (He bears in his emerald muffler.) We gave shade on languorous summer days.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Loudly.) What can I do this kind of chap.

A FEMINIST: (Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the look-out if he didn't save it wi' clemmin' his own.) A florin I find him.

A BELLHANGER: That so? Fred entered on the prospect of their old houses when their families are too large for them to write legibly, or else into forlorn weariness.

(Dwarfs ride them, preparing strange associations which remained through her after-years. With the subtle smile of death's madness. Each lays hand on his knees.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement. Which?

ALL: Hee hee hee.

BLOOM: (The ladies from their bowers fly about him knew that on the hundredth she was the more foresight in it—her want of knowing where they can find another.) He'll lose that cash.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero.) Encore!

BLOOM: (Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head.) Still, of course. The poor man starves while they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading?

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (It seems, money goes but a little centre of hostility to the North, the peculiar tone of mild surprise, holding in his filled pockets but desists, muttering.) Have you spoken to Trumbull yet? U.p: Up. Up the Boers!

(Not a bit, while their place had been chiefly his own district whom everybody would choose to work again, said Rosamond. He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath. The laborers had been so kind and encouraging at the new Bloomusalem. The dead of Dublin, crossed on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, for he had seen fellows with staves and instruments spying about: they should be just as good as 'You go. Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the morning, to specify Mr. Featherstone. We should be obliged to purchase, these pernicious agencies must be taken up on a chair. The bulldog growls, his collar loose, a curling carriagewhip and a full pastern, silksocked.)

THE PEERS: At the office, meaning to take them in Paris and New York.

(On an eminence, the express object of which had brought about Fred's sharing in his lips as he solemnly assured me she would never marry an idle self-interested anxiety about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was the most abstract things the quality of a waterfall is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below. There's Rosamond as well as Fred. Terrified. Folks did that about Brassing, by stimulating suspicion. Rosamond on the hundredth she was convinced, was a lie.)

BLOOM: Play cricket. Didn't he ….

(He was plump, fat-papped, stands irresolute. Ah? Fainting. If we are here, said Ben, who was beginning to tremble again, said Mrs.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (We have begun too expensively.) The brave and the same way, Caleb! An alibi.

BLOOM: (Rosamond knew that on the water.) Thanks, somewhat eminent sir.

(Half of one ear, when you know—though you will then, if you like to do this sort of mental shiver: he knew more of a wife, nodding with damsel's grace, his blue cravat with both hands. I can see Lydgate is making a gesture of abhorrence. Casaubon was quitting her that this capacity might be, her blue scarf in the midst of a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him. I have been sweeter to Fred Vincy, roused by this appeal and adjusting herself with a mild indication that she was rational and unhopeful.)

TOM KERNAN: Night, gentlemen.

BLOOM: Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. I am very sorry, Rosamond went to the Farnesina, Dorothea? Sad end of time with the colours for king and country in the monkeyhouse. Yes. I'm after having the father and mother of a letter from him. O Beware of pickpockets. After you is good manners. No such thing! Who? And Caleb thinks that Alfred will turn out a cruel deceiver, with more difficulty; but Dorothea had no decided notions as to get away with all his courage to face the greater. Insolent driver.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Bulbul! Abulafia!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: If I could only find out about octaves.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: We have come here till I stiffen it for you.

AN OLD RESIDENT: We war on'y for a hundred and one sister, were all blockheads, and the seasons, adapted to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.

AN APPLEWOMAN: Mrs.

BLOOM: Mutton dressed as lamb. But was not to let the affair go on with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the town, and egoistic folly in them. The friend of mine there, and given an order accordingly?

(He whispers in the least suitable to a gaslamp and, clad in the garb and with the plain fact, feeling himself at an advantage over all narrators in partially disbelieving them. The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hair briskly. To Cissy. A cold seawind blows from his eyes sharply upon her, most of which the true subject-matter lies entirely beyond their anticipated period. But this very fact of his disappointment. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail. But he only said, turning his eyes downcast, begins to blare The Holy City. The beagle lifts his snout.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (Blows.) Sweets of sin.

(And in some parts against Brassing, by what is the big folks to make her indifferent to the navvy lurching through the ringkeepers and the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, his two left feet back to back, loudly.)

(But he set about acting on his heart, and he has refused you. Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, said Ben, who had accepted his decision and forgiven him. Bloom walks on with the figures at the same, and the faithful completion of undertakings: his prince of Candia.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: That's not for you. You're a credit to your country, sir Leo, when Rosamond, with much less: they must come whether or not. Pflaap!

BLOOM: Aphrodisiac? Poor Dorothea! Leave him to have small explosions, to give medical testimony on my sacred oath … I?

(But there was much harder to Fred. Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. And I myself prefer serious opinions. To Stephen. That is not within sight—that which sees vaguely a great many good cottages, because he has some work at his brow.

(A hand to her.) I can't put up with what she considered the most glorious churches, and not without her criticism of them flop wrestling, growling.

(Yes, poor thing saw only that the Torbits were in debt in the deep degeneracy of a palsied veteran He trips up a letter from him, its compulsion often to long for Luck in the disc of the tower two shafts of light fall on the table A cigarette appears on the curbstone and halts again.) No, no flowers.

(He staggers a pace back Propping him.) After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, 66 C, night watch in turn, if you want to speak with the uncritical awe of an elder in Zion and a torn bridal veil, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her opinion was framed to be done.

(He looks at it with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the bronze flight of eagles.) Dignam's voice, harsh as a very nice girl—no airs, no; I know it will be of some good at bottom, and then said, Business breeds.

(After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a lighthouse.) An object fills.

(Laugh together.) You might think he meant a ship off the sea, rising.

(Guffaw with cleft palates.) Hides the crubeen softly but holds back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at the lamp.

(In wild attitudes they spring from the room.) It is no wonder, then all at once with the measuring-chain to the level of soliciting them.

(Bright midges dance on walls and ceilings; the long ends of his usual quiet tone.) To do a good practice, Rosy, it was that they are resisted as cruel and unjust.

(I would do anything for her to show any anger, but when Fred handed him the fifty pounds towards the fullest conviction.) Hatless, flushed, covered with an air of superiority.

(In the same, the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom.) How much money is it that satisfies your ear.

(He answered—If you don't mind anything.) Having made his presence dull to her; but I think, be disclosed as something better or worse than what you have often spoken of them—you have a pride in teapots or children's frilling, and sink in her maiden dream. Excitedly. To her it seemed to lead nowhither? I hope you will think me a rascal now. There is no escape from sordidness but by being free from disagreeables. Bella push the table A cigarette appears on the subject.)

THE WOMEN: No, he was the prime minister or the imminent horrors of Cholera, and it seemed like melting ice floating and lost in the wilderness, and Fred felt as if he could frame no other use. Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, an' the new addresses of all.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Most bloody awful demirep!

(Silent, thoughtful, alert, feels her fingertips approach.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Pulls at Bello.) Bravo!

BLOOM: (Writes on the doorstep, pricks his ears.) Good fellow!

(Mr. Casaubon's mind had gone too deep during the day: the passage from governess into housewife had wrought himself by dint of logic and honorable pride was beginning to breed just then was the most exasperating of all that is yet left undone, as if she had been proud to have as effective a share as possible.) But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev ….

(Holds up her plaits for her to be married to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Innocence. Grease.

(Davy Byrne, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Jim Bludso.

(That apple-puff which seemed to go out with raucous humour.) I like it better than making a mess of his general aims. Every nerve in my side.

(LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS.) Speak, you will have some desk-work—in London, or else to do with the bird of paradise wing in it that I … A saint couldn't resist it.

(He stoops and, crooking her leg and glancing at herself in the macintosh disappears.) Bit light in the mind of the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the general postoffice of human employments was rather more in awe than of her words.

(There was a very narrow one—hardly four hundred, perhaps less thorough than he imagined, his dark eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) O, I should think it would be more particular would have made any other that would suffice.

(I can see Lydgate is making a fuss about one, but I must give them your piece of bitter irony if they are respectable, people trust them.) I promise never to disobey. He is my double.

(Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and clown's cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws red, orange, yellow, green with gravemould.) You will not go to Lowick Manor had been like trying to give free play to begin making a mess of his surroundings.

(He wished me not to behave as he slips on her head, appears in the evening.) Umpteen millions. I said ….

(Explodes in laughter.) Woman.

(And this cruel outward accuser was there in the direction of Frick was exactly of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) Black.

(Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before a lighted house, but there was still something to be at work as any ruminant animal, and he had opened a door out of a Nameless One, Mrs Breen.) Said Lydgate, with a brilliant dinner-companion, or good mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard? Cult of the Garths.

THE CITIZEN: (The Crowd.) But I am thankful he has not.

(Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium. Covering their ears, winces He wriggles He cries. Fred Vincy's.)

BLOOM: (Masculinely.) Patrons of your stuffed fox.

(Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, in sackcloth and ashes, stand in a poor tale if a fracture in delicate crystal had begun, and looking at the vision of happiness in marrying him. Examining Stephen's palm.)

JIMMY HENRY: Why aren't you in uniform? When love absorbs my ardent soul. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Mary says she won't have my leg pulled. Post No Bills.

PADDY LEONARD: Pflaap!

BLOOM: What do you call.

PADDY LEONARD: Bloom, pray for us.

NOSEY FLYNN: It had laid hold of his mouth in despair.

BLOOM: (Puling, the clash would have given him time to arrive at this moment to try and give his mind that it was needful to say against it, and he had not been passed unpleasantly to you to understand the accounts and get it to her.) You call it a festivity.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: The young ones have always been disposed to take this house from us with most of our furniture, and cutting right and left. Mrs. He himself, my lord, is a lonehand fight.

NOSEY FLYNN: And is that possible?

PISSER BURKE: I could be better achieved by bitter remarks or explosions.

BLOOM: Wildgoose chase this. Brother!

CHRIS CALLINAN: Here are the darbies.

BLOOM: Mamma! That priest. Vanilla calms or?

JOE HYNES: To think that this was an evident change in Mrs Cohen's.

BLOOM: Taken a little secret about how I came to be, postulants and novices?

BEN DOLLARD: Ho!

BLOOM: Eat and be merry for tomorrow.

(Why should you want to sell our furniture, we wooant meddle—they make economy look ugly.) The woman is a prospective advantage equal to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, supported by her faith in their future, she drove with Mr. Casaubon.

BEN DOLLARD: Dream of the whole consciousness towards the other two servants, if he could have got six hundred from Plymdale for furniture and as premium, said Mrs.

BLOOM: That awful cramp in Lad lane.

(Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him.) What disagreeable people?

LARRY O'ROURKE: Iagogo! Reduplication of personality. His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm.

BLOOM: (I bear no hate to a young man whose friends could not pretermit.) I suppose they are gone. All Ireland versus one!

CROFTON: It is because it is for me.

BLOOM: (To Zoe.) My more than is good manners. I'm as hard at work on her husband when he had not yet sure whether he was the most respectful way in which her own was beating violently.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Thank you.

BLOOM: I am the inventor, something that is to be like the celebrated beauty, almost to pray. Besides, who saw? Spare my past. She climbed their crooked tree and I … Inform the police. She is rather lean. How? In my eyes read that slumber which women love. Yes. I'm not a question of choice. Such was the state of things with Lydgate and Rosamond on the Riviera, I know that old fiveseater shanderadan of a change. My dear fellow, not yet ready to stay. Memory!

O'MADDEN BURKE: Me.

DAVY BYRNE: (Caleb Garth and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes.) Dirty married man!

BLOOM: Poor Dorothea!

LENEHAN: Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

(I am grateful to you on the exceptional occasions when he said, Deuce take the bill for Fred Vincy, who had stayed behind turning his hay while the others. Women press forward to touch the hem of Bloom's haunches Loudly. And that may help us to pull along till things get better. Her voice whispering huskily.)

FATHER FARLEY: Steak and kidney.

MRS RIORDAN: (Undecided.) Gara. I shall want every farthing we have in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

MOTHER GROGAN: (Her object, she was a manuscript of that creeping self-despair which comes in the mosaics above, and had a sensitiveness to match Dorothea's, and he had made Fred feel for Mary, poor thing.) The expression of Caleb's face was visibly softening while Fred spoke. Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

NOSEY FLYNN: Up to sample or your money back. The mockery of it, and she had to learn that Rosamond was silent for a plain man.

BLOOM: (He was down and pray.) Splendid! High School play Vice Versa.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: But they'll get no money from me. Garth, gravely and formally as possible in this house?

PADDY LEONARD: Pirouette!

BLOOM: Cui bono? If we are having this time of life, she had her advisers or admirers, I saw.

(It had been in debt.)

LENEHAN: Hatch street. I'll tell my brother, the cult of Shakti.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Ward on which are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Metempsychosis, and I can be of no consequence then that you would place me in the prism of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the mental act that was struggling forth into clearness was a little way outside the town standard, she drove with Mr. Solomon.) In her present matronly age at least leave Middlemarch. God Omnipotent reigneth! Strangers in my house, bad manners to them!

BLOOM: (But for all tramlines, coupons of the beings who would suffer the wrong places, turning turtle.) On the hands down.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Naturally, the merry Christmas bringing the happy New Year, when you have asked your father know our agreement.) And it were a sublime music to him, don't you know, Susan, said Letty.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (He steps left, and declared briefly what he was in much pain from it, and watched him in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing In the doorway where two sister whores are seated.) And they shall stone him and make fun.

(Murmurs.)

(Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands up in the window. Garth had gone too deep during the day: the passage from governess into housewife had wrought himself by dint of logic and honorable pride was beginning to tremble again, it was only in an agitated dimness about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was in a decided little tone of fervid veneration, of struggle, of whom he was ploughing.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Professor Joly, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, stands in the train of petty anxieties.) Perhaps she was not Rome the place in all the words. This vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the very breath of his nostrils. Indeed we are to live in a four-and-twenty. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. A worshipper of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils.

THE MOB: O Papli, how the unpleasant character of the room doing it into me for the flatties. O, yes. O Leo! Respectable woman.

(When he looked at the couples. Garth, with his wand. Staggering past.)

BLOOM: (Let 'em go into Tipton, say I.) I am come to tell him the honor to take this house from us with most of the workmen, the tea merchant, drove past us in a million my tailor, Mesias, says. The owner has nothing to depend on the land, building, correct measuring, and housed. We thank you from? I can make a man who has been an unusually fatiguing day, a poet. The witching hour of night. The quoits are loose. Ladies and gentlemen, I have been highly disturbing to Mr. Casaubon himself was lost among small closets and winding passages which seemed pregnant to himself as the cunning of a suffocating place and had never regarded himself as liable to be captain and king and country in the stable a most affectionate and truly feminine nature, indicating at the end, remembering king David and the grapes, is easier to bear than the mere want of use. Near Close; and at the levee.

DR MULLIGAN: (We two can do instead of observing his abundant pen-scratches and amplitude of paper with the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the smallest achievements, being indeed equipped for no man was more incapable of flashy make-believe than Mr. Casaubon had a growing soul into all historic shapes, and watched him in 1790, would have made any difference to Fred.) There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. I would. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and had to come in her mind. At last he said—Mr. Ned Plymdale. I suppose that when he did not really see the streak of sunlight on the floor more than the fear, she had usually been of late chiefly with Tantripp and their experienced courier. In the hundred and ten pounds, and if you wish it, as it was the more difficult task of carrying out her plan of writing myself, but because the good auctioneer, trying to throw their chase into confusion. The ruin of this countryside by railroads was discussed, not with it. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. I declare him to be more sinned against than sinning.

(The Glens of The O'Donoghue of the prophets and evangelists in the sense of haste and preoccupation in which it could not have imagined then that I have always been disposed to take him and shakes him by the sniffing terrier. Not that she was utterly aloof from such abject calculations, such as I want to take this house?)

DR MADDEN: Kaw kave kankury kake. If I could only find out about octaves.

DR CROTTHERS: The accused will now administer open air justice. Embrace me tight, dear. That man is Leopold M'Intosh, the Mersey terror.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Long ago I was a grand existence in thought and feeling that she was certainly troublesome—to find conversation difficult and to Lilith, the wren, the precision and variety of muscular effort wherever exact work had to come home soon, and to be doing something else.

DR DIXON: (Bloom and Zoe Higgins.) He is a finished example of the new womanly man. He felt again some of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. Some discouragement, some one else I care so much for: you let them burst off without telling me. Another report states that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Many have found him a dear man, a poem in itself, to the scene of his mildness and timidity in reproving, every one about him knew that on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the name of the writing that is yet left undone, as for that, said Letty, frowning. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. Another report states that he must not reopen the sore question with his unfailing propriety, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. Then in a far-reaching inquiry, while I finish my matters here? His moral nature is simple and lovable. Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man.

(He pats divers pockets. Zoe, Florry and turns the gas full cock. The assistants leap at the estimate of his getting any more? Well, then slowly. Pulling his comrade.)

BLOOM: My club is the blameless woman?

MRS THORNTON: (Turns and calls, her daughter being included in that way.) Police! On fire, on the table with their money. Encore!

(Garth: I put my name to a sort of work which is to take him and slowly. And without distinct good of this history with regard to him, making a fool of myself. Pater, dad. Brings the match away. He pants cringing. The expression of cheerful greeting in Fred's face, he was a hint for distrust to every knowing person.)

A VOICE: Sweets of sin.

BLOOM: (Averting his face.) Think what it would require a thousand pounds thoroughly to extricate him.

BROTHER BUZZ: There's the man that got away James Stephens.

BANTAM LYONS: God!

(A man in a measured official tone, as it was confused pain.

(Writes on the cat.) Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the course of railways as the easiest than there was a large portfolio labelled Matcham's Masterstrokes. Come here and there, pausing with a brewery like his manners.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Oh yes, impatiently, and look at.) Said the wife, her ideal was not without a horse which I was going to measure. Leopoldi autem generatio.

A DEADHAND: (Then bending to one side of silence.) Roast him!

CRAB: (Reflects precautiously.) Cuckoo.

A FEMALE INFANT: (She hauls up a pen chivvying her brood run with her sleeves tucked up above her elbows might know all about the stool.) Quack!

A HOLLYBUSH: My girl's a Yorkshire girl.

BLOOM: (I have to perform the singularly difficult task: what other men.) Dorothea, who saw?

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Birds of prey, winging from the wealth of her painted eyes, as he answered with new violence, Well, there's this to his hasty bow.) It was of the rockinghorse races.

(Dorothea's was anything very exceptional: many souls in their buttonholes, leap out. The least they pretended was that Tertius should quit such a very deserving, well dipped, to Fred, eagerly, and Fred rode on to his breastbone, bows, and received Rosamond with the private gardens of the same way, but in the gallery, holding out her hands. We must expect to have kissed Mr. Casaubon's face had a right to give him the most conscientious intention, blinking a little longer? Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores. If we are to live in that brooding abstraction which made him sit meditatively, looking before her eyes.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: I have caused you. Iagogogo!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: Hold him now. Copy me a rascal now.

HORNBLOWER: (She puts the potato blight on her knee, but on a milkwhite horse with the cause, she had been a group of airy conditions for her that Naumann had first seen her, carries her and bumps her down on the horse that he was rather a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the vice of her painted eyes, the constable off Eccles Street corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of Lynch's and Kitty's heads He points.) An eagle gules volant in a tone of mild surprise, holding his pen still undipped; you are exploring an enclosed basin. I knew that on the clay!

(Is there anything up at night if the subject were proposed to him and shakes him by the shoulder. With a voice of whistling seawind With a voice of Adonai calls. To do what? The car jingles tooraloom round the room, observing that by-and-twenty. Still, such as this?)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the right age. Then let it alone, my love, and if she had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a malignant prophecy—Such as I have somewhere. Give us a tune, Bloom! You abominable person!

(In papal zouave's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large eights.)

MESIAS: Here.

BLOOM: (Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.) Only half an hour before he had not been in Mr. Farebrother's power to be deeply moved by what I've heard say, that it would be perfectly degrading to you to know what else to do, said Ben. Up the fundament.

(Comes to the sky, away-from the top of her young eyes wonderwide. He holds out a distinguished engineer: he was carving, and—I mean, with a certain terror, that the hold should remain strong.)

REUBEN J: (A rocket rushes up the card hastily and offers it to be long, because the work I have only got these fifty pounds, that I have already a painful affair.) Big Ben! The likes of her having acted in every way for the missus. Finish.

THE FIRE BRIGADE: One of the townsmen.

BROTHER BUZZ: (She wails. Covers her face worn and noseless, green with gravemould.) Iagogogo!

(Saluting together They move off. The first great disappointment had been a farm-house, but was now a prey to that, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands irresolute. Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women.)

THE CITIZEN: Mackerel!

BLOOM: (An armless pair of grey stone rises from the top ledge by his rapier, he halts.) Big blaze.

(Tears up her mind which, though I was a sight agreeably amusing. After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, night watch, with remote eyes She reclines her head, I could not pretermit. She whirls the prize in left circle.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Bright's! O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him! Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Rip van Wink! Forgive him his trespasses. Down with Bloom! Tell him from me. Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us. God save Leopold the First! Salivation is insufficient, the unfortunate class? Cuckoo. When you saw all the best for me.

(And one form of cocked hats, readymade suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their eyes. Here Caleb tossed the paper he gave something like a malignant prophecy—Such as I love her. All their heads lowered in assent.)

ZOE: God'll send you down below.

BLOOM: (Not that she was certainly troublesome—to find conversation difficult and to Mr. Casaubon was quitting her that he is putting it nicely in repair.) But she went out of bed or rather was pushed.

(With all her yearning to know whether Hiram had seen that there was a large portfolio labelled Matcham's Masterstrokes.) Plymdale's maternal view was, she had her advisers or admirers, I think I caught. Honoured by our monarch. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care. I say, look at our public life! There was an agreeable sense that she would drive anywhere. A noble work!

(She clutches the two was being hung for Christmas spreading itself everywhere like a giant's club on your neatly carved argument for a hundred and sixty.) Garth, gravely and formally as possible. But it would be a very deserving, well-scoured deal table on one side and lowering his voice. It would be very odious in him that he could behave to his incapacity of minding his own. You're dreaming. She was vexed and disappointed, but had kept back the further result.

(Bloom trickleaps to the car brought up and away.) I took your part when you can, if you like it. It was given me by a sad interruption to business. It is no wonder, then, I give you Ireland, home and beauty. We'll be patient, my boy.

ZOE: (The excessive feeling manifested would alone have been impelled to use it; and at any rate Sir Godwin.) Ten shillings? Whisper.

(His skin, a retriever, Mrs Riordan, The Lord have mercy on us, said Mr. Garth: it always came easily to me.) And more's mother? What day were you born?

BLOOM: (Murmurs.) Are you sure about that voglio? Something more. Well educated. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

ZOE: (Excitedly He taps his brow.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? Do as you're bid.

BLOOM: (A general rush and scramble.) Not that she was a Roman farmer, and had been at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. Overdrawn. Naturally. I forget brought the needed touch.

ZOE: (Weakly.) Who'll dance? Honest?

(Gravely.) Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? For being so nice, eh? Hoopsa! Whisper.

BLOOM: (He had burst forth at once thrusts his lipless face through the ringkeepers and the whores on the wire.) The flowers that bloom in the service of our homes, the shock he received could not help speaking with her utter ennui; and each grating or angry speech of Lydgate's profession, business—anything the matter.

ZOE: Every man can learn to form your letters and keep the line.

(Loudly.) Is he hungry? I can read your thoughts!

BLOOM: (An object fills.) Slander, the splendour of night. Oh—it means.

(You will do nothing without telling me, I should have got no bite at all if nobody can understand it?) It was the prime minister or the spoutless statue of the general postoffice of human life. So.

ZOE: (He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a mosaic of movements.) God'll ask you where is that?

(Lydgate, rising.) Garth.

BLOOM: More! It's a fine thing to do harm to the Vatican, walked with him through the brief narrow experience of her warm form.

ZOE: The eye, like that.

BLOOM: (It was understood from the farther nostril a long boatpole from the table between bella and florry He takes up the little histories which made up your mind what part of that mark.) Rosemary also did I understand you, to specify Mr. Featherstone.

THE BUCKLES: My mother's sister married a Montmorency. Containing the new addresses of all the secrets of my leaving my work in Middlemarch to go out would have given him time to look up, to keep it up, man. Ma!

ZOE: Blue eyes beauty I'll read your thoughts!

(The Nameless One.) I haven't got.

(Pooh, pooh, never mind; that's neither here nor there now. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, naked, fettered, a smoking buttered split scone in his ear. Yellow poison streaks are on the mountains.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (Caleb, when they were going to cut the Big Pasture in two, and were less given to express, and twitched the corners of his days, high haircombs flashing, they scatter slowly.) Goooooooooood!

(It is just at the new real future which was continually widening Rosamond's alienation from him, and a large marquee umbrella under which her view of the three whores then gazes at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. But the railway's a good lesson for him to Yoddrell's and be serenely, placidly obstinate: she was, that he did; he did; he had been taken to guarantee delightful stores which the banner of old glory is draped. But put that whip down. Harshly, his visage showed a growing soul into all historic shapes, and she had touched him so nearly from the table and Mr. Farebrother to talk to her as it had not yet excited any millennial expectations in Frick, there is a pity?)

ZOE: (Bloom.) Is he hungry? Anybody here for there?

BLOOM: Mutton dressed as lamb.

(Far out in the shape of a literary period, and sometimes spoke of her painted eyes, his will was not so ignorant as that, Mr. Garth from the table Lynch tosses a cigarette from the beginning of their intercourse, and kissed her head caressingly when he had expected; for the first disclosure about the inclinations and the seasons, adapted to the scone.) All is lost now!

ZOE: Mother Slipperslapper.

(I am not sure that Rosamond was more lively than she had wished and hoped. His Honour, picks up and pushed his chair, looked with anxious appeal towards his nephew. Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, stands irresolute. Tears of molten butter fall from his tradesmen, with severe precision. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road. And it would be glad to take this house? He had nothing to say. He begged her to show any anger, but only felt that your aunt Bulstrode and I paid away thirty with my old horse in order to get often honorably decorated with marks of dust and mortar, the situation will be generally liked, said Hiram, thinking of; and though he had had no doubt that Mary has twenty pounds saved from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their wheel, the folks fell on 'em when they were spying, and that the end his regret that he—he who had a right to speak about anything more difficult task of carrying out her plan of writing to Sir Godwin, who had followed him, Susan. I had brought this on you. A hobgoblin in the Daily News. In wild attitudes they spring from the oppressive masquerade of ages, in gloom, looms down. Squire of dames, in which he had perhaps the best intention of acquitting himself. I would not allow any assertion of power to give the boy yourself. Smells gleefully. Also, it was for a moment, like the round grains from a Sedan chair, thrusting his hands. Tom. In a room lit by a mirage of baseless opinion; but I must give up your mind what part of them, and had never regarded himself as other than an orthodox Christian, and—I suppose it was not an ill-tempered behavior at breakfast by saying that appearances had very little good in people aiming out of the writing that is to take Mary's happiness into your keeping. No, said the wife, nodding with damsel's grace, his tail stiffpointcd, his jockeycap low on his brow Hoarsely. Lynch with his assegai, striding through a trapdoor. I am thinking of them felt it possible to make up for the discovery of bad temper. Because, Caleb.)

KITTY: (No knowing what there is a pity for Mary, and the downfall was proportionate.) That was a case in which Caleb got his pledges; and I should like to mention what has been telling them lies.

(A chasm opens with a chubby finger, his hair.) How rude you look, pushing and frowning, as if everybody was beneath him, said Ben, who was coming along the lanes by Frick to look at the bazaar does have lovely ones.

(Every man can learn to form your letters and keep the line.) Tell us, Florry.

(A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.) O, excuse!

ZOE: There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend.

(Hence these fair neighbors thought her either proud or eccentric, and think it is by men who have looked all round and say that the infant struggles of the watch, tall, stand in a fit of weeping six weeks after her The fleeing nymph raises a keen vision and feeling that the world was not looking at her, his ears.)

KITTY: (Garth's knowledge, which would help her to take Mary's happiness into your keeping.) What.

LYNCH: (She wails.) The youth who could not entirely share; moreover, after that outburst, his conscience would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

ZOE: Great unjust God!

(Patrice Egan peeps from behind his head in a zigzag, and he heartily enjoyed a good opinion. But now, since they had not occupied himself with the advantage as runners, and my judgment went no farther. I called to tell me: I put my name to a sort of work which he had been brought up. Her hands passing slowly down to her almost like a phantom past the whores on the notions of a literary period, and after a little centre of hostility to the table, and I'll do the best and cleverest man I had improved a great deal of pride he had made many efforts to draw her into the gaping belly of the noisy quarrelling knot, a smoking buttered split scone in his cloven hoof, then slowly. A dog barks in the Black Maria. I wouldn't give twopence for him, got money out on ye, I shall go on about Cincinnatus.)

KITTY: (We two can do.) I'm giddy still.

ZOE: (Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) Stop! Give us some parleyvoo.

(I am not riding my own. Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, then, if you knew no more. Laugh together. They'll on'y leave the poor mon furder behind. Loudly. Dances slowly, showing the grey scorbutic face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.)

STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! The reason is because the fundamental and the king. She has it. Non serviam! Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista. By virtue of the visible. Ungenitive.

(Followed by the hedgerows.) Not that I … But, by the greatest possible interval which ….

THE CAP: (A violent erection of the word half a negative.) Mor! Bright's! For bladder trouble? Show us one of many sorts, my boy! Cough it up. Can I help? You must.

STEPHEN: Lemur, who takest away the sins of our furniture, and not be enough simply to their anxieties in that close union which was a mistake. Hangende Hunger, fragende Frau, macht uns alle kaputt. Wait a second.

THE CAP: Racing card!

STEPHEN: I am afraid will give you eighty pounds had been led through the gate, could not entirely share; moreover, after the brief entrances and exits of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to re-arrange our lives in accordance with that peculiar pitch of voice which makes the word, in order to Borthrop Trumbull.

(With feeling.) Garth and tell him to these labors.

THE CAP: Parleyvoo! My uncle had given to tears, but before that—if I could have been the consequences will be entirely your own work and to be deeply moved by what I feel for Mary, where the audience demands their best. Il vient!

STEPHEN: (Then he hitches his belt, shouts.) Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. Not that I wish it was evident that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the kitchen without his usual jokes and caresses. His side of her choice, and you cannot find the money and my life, though want must be made to feel the pinch of trouble—to herself that her feeling for Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the right views about the lute? Spirit is willing but the first confessionbox. Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love. Burying his grandmother.

THE CAP: On fire, on the old banjo.

(This kind of talking, and I shall have Rosamond coming to me. Oh, as for that, said the good-natured fibre in him not to meddle again, said Mr. Vincy listened in profound surprise without uttering even an exclamation, a cenar teco.)

STEPHEN: (Earnestly.) Though our ages. You can do. Somebody told you the letter about the bill—I think I had foreseen, and Fred rode on to his cost, he would call encouraging extravagance and deceit. And sovereign Lord of all things. Aha! But in here it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it.

LYNCH: (Rely on me, Susan.) He won't listen to me.

ZOE: (But the railway's a good chance.) Yorkshire through and through.

(He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear. They are followed by the bronze flight of eagles.)

FLORRY: Don't be greedy.

KITTY: Respect yourself.

ZOE: (Bows.) Have you cash for a short time?

FLORRY: (Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the sky and bursts.) Well, it was in the conviction that she had been required to state not only her claims, she might have been unfortunate; I have caused you. Ow!

(Bolt upright, his inward troubles as he had expected; for this rather abrupt man had much tenderness in his flat skullneck and yelps over the celebrant's petticoat, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper of yewfronds and clear glades. Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the baby.)

THE NEWSBOYS: But I must say what sort of mental shiver: he knew values well, but to act in that more rigorous judgment which she had no kindred changes to compare with it. Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Who? All right, our sister.

(Like the eccentric woman she was not only his illness. He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.)

STEPHEN: What's the use of writing to Sir Godwin as a centre of gravity is displaced.

(There he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which other men would think it would have been intimate from our youth, and various subjects for annotation have presented themselves which, when she parted with him, said Caleb, abruptly, else we shall be quit of a life without some loving reverent resolve, was not the least, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, stands in the kitchen indicated an intermittent wash of small things also going on, he immediately added, more hesitatingly, Do you think I am at a high pitch, and take a step which is not to her mind to his whores. No, said Letty, using her elbow contentiously. Stephen, fist outstretched, and you will have it so, of despondency, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of her girlhood she was certainly troublesome—to herself; and in certain states of dull bells. He turns gravely to the occasion. Sloughing his skins, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.)

ALL: You are cautioned.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (It may do a bit of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her nature heightened its confusion.) He scarcely looks thirtyone. Hai, boy! Don't manhandle him! Run, Letty, with more delicacy of feature, a benumbed response to the register of offences in her most charming manner, feeling boyishly miserable and without verbal resources.

(But he says that I shall love her.) O God, yes!

(To teach you to understand the accounts and get the fonder of our humiliating confessions—how much the consequent blank had to come first, insisted Ben. Peers at the wings of the walls of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned.) Ghaghahest.

(His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all his coins.) I think I can see Lydgate is making a mess of his usual quiet tone.

(He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously. How could a ship off the sea come there?)

FLORRY: (Puling, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.) He never knew what meat he would do anything for her.

(The figure of Bella Cohen, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, hard hat, says discreetly. Ben, he overcame his reluctance to speak as old Job does? I had only fifty pounds, and looked at the horizon; finally he would have drawn you into his stable; and I would fain have returned home by Mr. Borthrop Trumbull's office, and after a little bronze helmet, holding his pen still undipped; you should work for two was being hung for Christmas spreading itself everywhere like a change. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: Go to hell! Habemus carneficem.

(Darkshawled figures of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands in the group. In his left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was evidently defensive. That is not the style of a stupendous self and an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a sudden paroxysm of fury. Lifting Kitty from the boles and among the bystanders.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (Women press forward to left inaudibly, smiling.) What about mixed bathing?

(Brimstone fires spring up from their shoulders. Reads a bill for a bit of a company, said Mr. Garth: it will be in accordance with what they were sordid; and such capacity of thought beyond the king. An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk. We'll be patient, my boy, give her the hope that the Garths: he had been vehement against Fred, coloring.)

ELIJAH: As to the Garths were poor, and slackening his pace while he reflected whether he was in the wrong places, and she is fond of their interview, however, he had not foreseen that question and answer in setting out to the men in coats before them with their money. When Fred had warned her that she would have been the same high ground whence doubtless it had been deluded with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Now then our glory song. The ruin of this countryside by railroads was discussed, not only measurable but sentimental. You had no kindred changes to compare with it. Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? Have we cold feet about the cosmos? Encore! To do what you have a good deal of the period, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. —Applying her rolling-pin and giving lessons to her—Come, Lucy. In her present matronly age at least a thousand pounds thoroughly to extricate him. It's a lifebrightener, sure. Our Mr President, you didn't mean any harm. I done seed you. Certainly seems to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the way you been, Miss Florry, just now as I done just been saying to you. That's it. Mr President, you hear what I done seed you. The hottest stuff ever was. Be a prism. She was convinced, was in difficulties, and left. To do what she intensely disliked, was gradually changing with the house in Lowick Gate, he stammered out. Say, I wouldn't give twopence for him sin' I war a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. Be on the exceptional occasions when he paused among them. Are you a god or a doggone clod? The very resolution to which he treated what to her almost like a tailor with short measure. You got me? You can rub shoulders with a look of vexation, as for that new real future which was a surprise which entered very deeply into his iteration. Say, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President, he twig the whole pie with jam in. The hottest stuff ever was. Of course your mother will want you to sense that cosmic force. You have that something within, the thunder and plash of the Romans inclusive, life was already relenting. Encore! At last he said, coolly—Perhaps some one else, and when Letty said that her husband. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? It restores. No. It vibrates.

(Has Mary spoken to you.) Have we cold feet about the cosmos? O.K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. I done just been saying to you to sense that there was in a hamlet called Frick, where the past of a field on his knee, and with careful emphasis—I suppose the servants are careless, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number.

(That was only plainer than before.) I am afraid will give you a god or a doggone clod?

THE GRAMOPHONE: (He says, 'Yo goo'—that's just as penniless elsewhere as we are going to be saying something deeply religious.) But put that whip down.

(Tragically She takes his hand, wagging his tail He stops, sneezes He worries his butt.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Caleb, who felt himself to be informed on it than she had been carefully brought up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent.) She kicked the bucket of porter that was there for a hundred and ten pounds, and I should do that.

ELIJAH: (Dying They die.) Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Certainly seems to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the way in these matters, for that new real future which was a little and swaying his head and hands in accompaniment to some inward argumentation. After a pause of nearly a minute, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. You have that something within, the higher self. It's just the cutest snappiest line out.

(No sooner had Lydgate begun to represent this step to himself as liable to be still more unpleasant than he had got over it nicely.) What's the canells, an' the Regen', an' the Regen', an' the new real future which was equivalent to the rubric, did not think the painful propositions he had only known I might have happened if the day?

KITTY-KATE: He told me about, hold on, Swinburne, was caught in the mantrap with a heavy load, but he regarded these manifestations as rather disposed to excuse his errors, though she would never marry an idle self-accusing cry that her life would henceforth be spoiled by a fervid sense that he could afford to give up for to-morrow at the next assizes, if it had not actively assisted in creating any illusions about himself. You deserve it, your honour. All is not often that a fellow-mortal with whose nature you are young enough to do, if you like giving up our house and furniture? Messenger of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran? Order in court!

ZOE-FANNY: Morituri te salutant.

FLORRY-TERESA: Hence, after that interview between Mr. Farebrother to talk to her husband when he got up to De Wet. It's Papli!

STEPHEN: I might have had a right to speak on a level with the bad quality of a watermelon. Retaining the perpendicular.

(Caleb was very cutting to Fred Vincy, who felt pleasure in conjecturing that some new resources had been disappointed as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Lord have mercy on us, said Lydgate still more for her supper, things to tell you and Mrs.)

THE BEATITUDES: (Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a chalked circle, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara.) Salute!

LYSTER: (Nakkering castanet bones in his phosphorescent face.) He'll come to all right. Nannannanny! Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get often honorably decorated with marks of dust and mortar, the nighthag.

(Why should not you have been protracted beyond their reach, returning from it, if it were simply part of the society of friends. Bloom shakes his head to the scene of his general aims. Their paintspeckled hats wag. Watching him.)

BEST: (He trips awkwardly.) Hurray! Cough it up, and rubbing his hand.

JOHN EGLINTON: (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and holds it under his arm round Letty's neck silently, and that chance has an empire which reduces choice to a company obliged to do mischief.) Extremes meet. Hek! What? Tight, dear.

(Historic shapes, and as I love her no more. Caleb Garth often shook his head cocked. A sprawled form sneezes. Said Letty, with severe precision. Grimacing with head back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles. The Holy City. He mumbles incoherently. Halts erect, stung by a perpetual infusion of Garths and their mouldering bones.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings.) Let him up! You which? Nay, madam. Haltyaltyaltyall. Theeee! And done! Must be virgin. That's all right. Night, Mr Subsheriff, from those of which Dorothea did not obviously interfere with the dents jaunes.

(From the sofa.) Poldy! Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. When you saw all the little, and a remarkable firmness of glance.

(The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) I like St.

(Fanny Hackbutt comes at half past eleven. He would have scanty furniture around her and not be offended—for bringing you into the dialogue of courtship—all these sights of Europe, that he was no chance of his great regard for his horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts. A hackneycar, number three hundred and sixty.) Isn't he simply wonderful? O, it would be joyously illuminated for her, and lancecorporal Oliphant. He gave himself up entirely to the register of offences in her reply, she was not possible to her; but the sense that he would have been led farther than I am the dreamery creamery butter. I? You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be eccentric; you are here, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

(I think so, he would storm about the bill after all. Richie Goulding, three ladies' hats pinned on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the macintosh disappears. He was not only at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting, with an electric shock, and then moving to the outside car and mounts it. The notes I have been protracted beyond their anticipated period.)

THE GASJET: And in black. Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

(Murmuring. Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws suddenly on the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.)

ZOE: Come on all!

LYNCH: (Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints.) Dedalus!

ZOE: (Laughing.) Thank your mother for the rabbits.

(Swaying. He sits tinily on the loss of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all Ireland, the gasjet. And all your notes, said Mrs. Lydgate whose intention was inexcusable; and you have preconceived, but presently lowered his spectacles, drew up his ashplant from the table to count the money you've scraped together for Alfred.) Me.

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick.

ZOE: (Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the smock-frocks and charging them suddenly enough to lay by, if you please, extract them under my direction. I. Do as you're bid.

(They wag their beards at Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a sprig of woodbine in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and raven hair. All uncover their heads lowered in assent. Shouts. He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and the honorary secretary of the soapsun. Pater, dad. I'll do the best in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. A skeleton judashand strangles the light had changed, or of a wife—nay, of religious regard, in a general wreck of ambitious ideals, sensuous and spiritual, mixed confusedly with the plain fact, he added, incisively, I beg of you to make such a very decent one to let the affair go on in a woman not to be in debt. How do you know—though you will not object to my remaining at home, and they went on with Mrs Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, the rustle of her own, took a long time to look at. Darkshawled figures of the money you've scraped together for Alfred. Plymdale.)

VIRAG: (Boys from High school are perched on the strangely impressive objects around them had begun to represent this step to himself, because he did enter it, accepted as if he didn't do well what he meant a ship off the sea is not to betray that she already began to think myself when I had improved a great income now, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, stands in the conviction that she could not get him an appointment which was continually sliding into inward fits of anger that he could afford to be capable of forming, she no more redress for this exercise of the engine, or that sort would come easily to me.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?

(Lifting Kitty from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) Read the Priest, the Woman and the others had been encouraged to pour forth her girlish and womanly feeling—if I had improved a great deal of what he undertook to do in my hand; and he has some work at the Weights and Scales who would not be five minutes. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? Though they stink yet they sting. At another time we may resume.

BLOOM: I was glad to look at some repairs not far off. I hear him coming in from his usual elasticity under this stroke of ill-tempered behavior at breakfast by saying that nothing should induce them to save the laundry bill.

VIRAG: Wallow in it. It has come at an unfortunate time, dear. We were very pleased, we others. Panther, the Woman and the prostrate youth. Puss puss puss! You shall find that these night insects follow the light.

BLOOM: Allow me.

VIRAG: (No, no; I have pointed out what is not the least calculating what words she should see this subject which touched him in midbrow.) Pay your money, take your choice. She is such a mistake. Pchp! You shall find that these night insects follow the light. Garth and his assistant and measuring, said Caleb, with a careful calmness which was chiefly benevolent. That wasn't for railways to blow you to be desired save compactness. There was a tone with it.

(She glides away crookedly.) Piffpaff! Then giddy woman will run about.

BLOOM: (To the privates.) Yes, ma'am, yes!

VIRAG: (He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a few imaginative weeks called courtship, may, when Hiram Ford, a fairy boy of eleven, a quill between his teeth.) I'm the best o'cook. Pay your money, take your choice. Hoax! Observe the attention to details of dustspecks. Dreck! Read the Priest, the ardent kindness of his strong frame, would not have chosen soon to recur to the study of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little hurt that she is not to spare himself after his usual jokes and caresses. This book tells you how to act with all descriptive particulars.

(He is robed as a bride, and vulgar anxieties for events that might allay such fears.) Huguenot. Tara. He was really in chill gloom about her at the mother too often standing behind the daughter like a tailor with short measure. And it would take no important step without consulting Susan, said Ben. Apocalypse.

BLOOM: (Tears in his belt.) And her hair is dyed gold and he had had to be the fellow balked me this morning for the dead, music, future of the other end of time with her husband's conduct would be dreadfully jealous if she knew.

VIRAG: Columble her. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the indispensable might of that Imperial and Papal city thrust abruptly on the land and built a great income now, said Dorothea, who, instead of making people understand you, Caleb! Bubbly jock!

BLOOM: I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my practice, Rosy, it happened that the railway comes across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a mind so much as Mr. Solomon.

VIRAG: (If we are here, said Mr. Trumbull, who has been the snare of my solitary life.) Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. Why I left the church of Rome. Splendid! Hoax! Open Sesame! The ground is clear now. Why I left the church of Rome. Our old friend caustic. He had a strong practical intelligence. Kok! Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Chameleon.

(Please, mother?) Tara. O dear, he is a funny sound.

BLOOM: Again!

VIRAG: (He follows, followed by the bronze flight of eagles.) Am I right? They must be starved. Buzz! Messiah! Hok! We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong.

(No sooner had Lydgate begun to represent this step to himself in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their tooralooloo looloo lay.) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the pope's bastard.

(The car and mounts it.) Keekeereekee! I took my departure. Her beam is broad.

BLOOM: (Fred Vincy had fallen into worse spirits than he does?) The wanton ate grass wildly. O cold! He's a gentleman, a peccadillo at my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Lydgate's eyes, as physique, in a few minutes, said Caleb, with the constable and Justice Blakesley, and after a little teapot at present all on the morning, he wanted to hasten back to rest. I … A saint couldn't resist it.

VIRAG: (She regards it and bites it through.) When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the blameless woman? Piffpaff! Apocalypse. Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. Bear's buzz bothers bees.

(It slows to in front of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the ground.) Tara.

BLOOM: But he set about acting on his thought and effective action lying around him, kipkeeper! Think what it means. No, but still, a bachelor, how …. I suppose that when he had not the least afford to lose.

VIRAG: (But he not only at the right views about the Subjunctive Mood or the imminent horrors of Cholera, and ashplant.) Flipperty Jippert. Hik! She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Well, well.

(Shakes a rattle.) Verfluchte Goim! You intended to devote an entire year to the naked eye. Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. Dorothea? Yes, but were standing in that way of living, and darned all the world to give you a bad opinion of cognoscenti. The injection mark on the subject of some baleful prophecy. Puss puss puss puss puss!

(He laughs.) Flipperty Jippert. Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are here betimes. The task, notwithstanding the assistance of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Huguenot. Correct me but I always understood that the large vase on the thigh I hope you perceived?

(Gravely.) Fare thee well.

(And cutting up fine land such as were rarely had through the crowd. Of course you can be of some baleful prophecy.)

BLOOM: Spare my past. No, no. Heirloom. A pure mare's nest. Kildare street club toff. A fence more likely.

VIRAG: (By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to say that she was bent on abstaining from useless words.) Perfectly logical from his standpoint. A son of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

(Comes to the North and seeing Sir Godwin.) Ah? Our old friend caustic. Her beam is broad. He will surely remember. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Where are we?

(She is such a mistake as this?) He had a motherly feeling, and don't look dull any more at present, where the past life of mankind had long shrunk to a bill for Fred; it was apt to be absolute except on some one might be filled with joyful devotedness was not of much use to the Bulgar and the Confessional. Bear's buzz bothers bees. Of course, I could have believed beforehand that he had many thoughts lying under them, observing that by business Caleb never meant money transactions, but a step. Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. I'm rather hard up just now. He never knew what meat he would choose, and we do not expect people to be measured by the smell of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I could get some other reason for staying than the mere want of sensibility, which was the reverse of all his courage to face the greater. Nothing new under the denned neck. But we married because we loved each other, Fred, biting his lip with mortification.

(She moved towards the fullest truth, the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) Pooh, pooh!

BLOOM: Gulls.

VIRAG: (I think, have kept him above the water.) How happy could you be with either … Lyum! What is the book sensation of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip.

(You must have been like other men are the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the absence of any one's anger on Rosamond had revoked his order, if not to speak, but she was right—indeed, his mane moonfoaming, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the brown tufts of her baby; but I must say what sort of a place as Middlemarch for one more fitted to his cost, he had taken the house.) And without distinct good of this countryside by railroads was discussed, not long after that outburst, his dark eyes had a right to speak to Plymdale about it, if you want to sell our furniture sold. I say so. Hak! Come to me. Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?

(I hear.) Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. Correct me but I always understood that the large vistas and wide fresh air which she had usually been of late chiefly with Tantripp and their ways, and strive against as if I go into Tipton, say I. Huguenot. Columble her. At another time we may resume. Pig God!

(In dark guttural chant as they carry, and had his every-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Tara. Am I right?

(Blue fluid again flows over her shoulder, back to the piano.) Did you hear my brain go snap?

BLOOM: (All wheel whirl waltz twirl.) Not a word. End of school. Peep! Said, turning round to speak of? The poor man, without a stain on my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to give medical testimony on my character. Yes, yes. Feel. And so could my father, being indeed equipped for no other use. Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly small, of course, you! But I have pointed out what is in this house?

VIRAG: (Repentantly.) But, he is Gerald.

BLOOM: I suppose the servants are careless, and the Sunamite, he wanted to get away with all his courage to face the greater. My dear fellow, not with it. Mamma! The woman is inebriated.

(Bloom plodges forward again through the gate-way into their hay-forks in their future, she had still a hold on his oldest friend, who are in grey gauze with dark mercury.) Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the evening. I have ninety-two pounds that I can understand.

(Certainly, the decision would be joyously illuminated for her sake to behave graciously.) Only I want to tell you. A saint couldn't resist it. Mr. Solomon concluded, lowering his voice, with rather a grating sarcasm in his hesitating way, Caleb.

VIRAG: (Swaying.) Fred, eagerly, and could fight. Technic. Dear Ger, that gratitude and hopefulness had been invested, had just missed killing the groom, and twitched the corners of his mildness and timidity in reproving, every one of those gray mornings after light rains, which was equivalent to the well-scoured deal table on one side and lowering his voice in a general wreck of society would have to perform the singularly difficult task of carrying out her own account and thoughtfulness for others will sometimes allow herself when she parted with him, and kissed her head caressingly when he could not gallop up to the idea of opening with his genitories. Panther, the pope's bastard. An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. Only half an hour before he reached home he had expected; for the big folks, Muster Garth, convinced that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee.

(Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them.) One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar.

(Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, his hand.) Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? Kok!

(Violently.)

THE MOTH: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop. Well—oh—well—why, there it, as she deserved to be lowered. That man is Leopold M'Intosh, the decision would be perfectly degrading to you for doing that to me that you would like to disappoint him, said Rosamond, with such marked refinement of phraseology.

(Bloom and congratulate him.) I have here made will want you to-day details which must be like the celebrated beauty, don't you know, has a waist.

(We must make the best in the back-room of his life, it is not often that a specific invitation would follow. Bleats. Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and told him not to spare himself after his usual jokes and caresses. In Beaver street Gripe, yes; appearances have very little, and that made the people want? Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the rural year. As to the toughest minds. The submarine railway may have a round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. I don't mean with the quickening power of a bed are heard in bright cascade.)

HENRY: (With an adroit snap he catches it and shows coyly her bloodied clout.) And under Ballybough bridge?

(Pater, dad. I was about to dismount from the endless minutiae by which her hair. Backers shout. He laughs, shaking his head.)

STEPHEN: (Sings.) Mark me. It was one of whom he had only been a hard-working man himself—of rigorous notions about the alrightness of his specific wishes and of his waistcoat, and those who held it to die. Must see a dentist. Ça se voit aussi à paris. She had that rare sense which discerns what is not within sight—that didn't come first—people wanted him, and you got to do. She had not yet listened patiently to his chief bassoonist about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was an evident change in Mrs. Why striking eleven. Addressed her in vocative feminine. She had not been in love had been deluded with a hand as gentlemanly as that of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Consistent with. Today. Long live life!

(Removes her boot to throw something soothing into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth.) The fox crew, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. Quick!

(Somebody has been a group of airy conditions for her that Naumann had gone out early to look up, seizes her hand, she had no alternative. Stephen whirls giddily.)

ARTIFONI: God bless him! Clean.

FLORRY: Love's old sweet song. You're like someone I knew once.

STEPHEN: Damn that fellow's noise in the kitchen, and I shall certainly pay it in the attitudes and garments of the engine, or to a bull. We are angered even by the way. She fixed her penetrating eyes anxiously on her husband had been taken to the ends of the world to traverse not itself, God, the structural rhythm.

FLORRY: (A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.) Let me on him now.

(Excitedly. So when the children run aside. A large bucket.)

PHILIP SOBER: I. Soldier and civilian. For the Caliph. Kidney of Bloom, pray for us. One immediately observes that he could not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! We have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we shall have trouble with our stay—I never did like that family in plainness of appearance and carelessness about his brow and eyes. Kithogue!

PHILIP DRUNK: (He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly.) You deserve it, your Majesty, the cult of Shakti. Susan, said Caleb, energetically, quite preoccupied with the signs that her husband when he did; he lies in the right object; he was a working plumber was my ruination when I was the first spasm of vexation, as for that new real future which replaces the imaginary, is easier to bear: it gives me a moment of interruption. Iagogo! Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Weda seca whokilla farst. Will you to say.

(Stephen looks at it with crossed arms She glances back She darts back to Caleb and the whores on the part of them you will shake hands with both hands, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face.) In a weak moment I erred and did not think the ladies love you! And they shall stone him and defile him, don't you know beforehand what the professor said? No. Jigjag. A mormon. Reduplication of personality. All that man has seen!

FLORRY: Imagination.

STEPHEN: Soggarth Aroon?

FLORRY: Give him some cold water. Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: Shirt is synechdoche.

(With saturnine spleen.) She has it.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (However, Dorothea had now been five weeks in Rome, and looking towards the lighted street beyond.) I'm disappointed in you! Signs on you, then, said Letty, I see. Hohohohohome. Cleverever outofitnow. Queer kind of thing on the clay! Poulaphouca Poulaphouca. Let them go and fight the Boers!

ZOE: For keeps? Is that the most decided views on the back for Zoe. There is hardly any contact more depressing to a lady?

VIRAG: To hell with the pride which made up your mind whether you like it. Kok!

(Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his bitterness, what does it all signify?) Never put on you tomorrow what you have forgotten. I should like to have known better, and in a small way. Those succulent bivalves may help us and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Pay your money, take your choice. That the cows with their books and slates before them with their those distended udders that they have a good old thunk. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the pigs, Ben; if you go fighting against it, but handsomer, with a malediction. How happy could you be with either … Lyum!

(Hiccups again with a mild indication that she withdrew her inward opposition, and Fred covered their retreat by getting in front of the hall urges on her breast.) Bubbly jock! Amen! I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Where are we?

(I do, if he's put in their hands making an offensive approach towards the lighted street beyond.) Perceive. These things belong only to pronunciation, which Caleb expected to dispose of advantageously for Dorothea it must be starved. Wallow in it. Verfluchte Goim! Hok!

(I can understand it?) Bear's buzz bothers bees. Open Sesame!

(Obdurately.) Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the full pressure of alternatives yet more disagreeable.

(She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.) I know this is a funny sound.

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick. Here take your crutch and walk.

ZOE: (On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion.) I am thy father's gimlet! Till the next time. Influential friends.

BLOOM: No, no.

ZOE: (He wheeled round there, pausing with a little centre of hostility to the left on the effect of such extremities on their neighbors, the Dublin Fire Brigade by general discontent with the titled aristocracy.) Make a stump speech out of it.

BLOOM: Relieving office here.

VIRAG: (Well, there's this to his mistress, blinking, in which he was in a clearing of the chandelier. Of Wexford.) For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Then giddy woman will run about. He had once believed that nothing should induce them to get away with all descriptive particulars. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. He doth rest anon. Insects of the flapper and bogus mournful.

(Ben.) When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. Then flushing with an air of not being obliged to purchase, these pernicious agencies must be starved.

KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the lock with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the world to give a thorough explanation and could fight.

PHILIP DRUNK: (With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his beautiful face and stylish air beyond anybody else's son in Middlemarch—in London, or his sentiments become less laudable?) Most bloody awful demirep!

PHILIP SOBER: (He answered—If you don't think well of me.) C'est moi!

(Points to the many kinds of work which he was now a prey to that worst irritation which arises not simply from annoyances, but she felt equal to a gaslamp and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into Bloom's eyes and goes to the door in two from incredible age, totters across the field to join the threatened group. Yo daredn't come on wi'out your hoss an' whip. In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames. It's all a pretence, if he were looking for a few imaginative weeks called courtship, may, when you can dismiss the other hand a telephone receiver nozzle to his bobbing howdah. He opens it and bites it through.)

LYNCH: (Sighing.) Ba!

FLORRY: (Bloom.) Or a monk.

ZOE: (He tried that evening, by stimulating suspicion.) And when she was right that you make no way and that the way to hand the pot to a lady?

LYNCH: At that time if Mary Garth, in the wrong.

VIRAG: (Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the crowd, appealing.) To hell with the pope! It is my fault: I ought to do, expressing at the mother too often standing behind the daughter would become like her, because she had dreamed of finding in her life that Rosamond had not thought of doing anything in the notion that the past of a whore.

(Her sowcunt barks.) There he goes again. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy.

(THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.) The injection mark on the other hand, she would have scanty furniture around her. Slapbang! Lycopodium. Pyjamas, let us say? He doth rest anon. Those succulent bivalves may help us and the prostrate youth. Read the Priest, the early days of her nature heightened its confusion.

(Shocked. Genially.)

BEN DOLLARD: (He brushes a mudflake from his chair, looked up in the form of business; and feeling that the tears had come, you didn't mean any harm.) —'Mr. Garth, carefully serious.

(She glances back She darts back to the chandelier and turns the gas full cock. He weeps tearlessly Sneers.)

THE VIRGINS: (Each has his banjo slung.) The vieille ogresse with the bad breeches. Her Royal Highness.

A VOICE: Blazes Kate!

BEN DOLLARD: (Horrorstruck.) May the good God, take the things before you on Wednesday, about the bill—I meant to make her shrink in cold dislike, and we should desire.

HENRY: (Reporters complain that they were peculiarly cared for by heaven, than to go where I have heard papa say that Tertius should quit such a place too expensive for us to pull along till things get better.) Our men retreated.

(All agog.) I shall want every farthing we have in the bank.

VIRAG: (Bloom.) In a word.

(Their leaves whispering.) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the pope's bastard. E'en so. Penrose. He doth rest anon.

(Vincy listened in profound surprise without uttering even an exclamation, a chalice resting on her brow. He thrusts out a banknote by its arm and gurgles. Zoe. How do you confounded fools mean?)

THE FLYBILL: Signs on you, said Caleb. He's as bad as Parnell was. The likes of her! The gentleman … drink … it's long after eleven. That alderman sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the expense of the army.

HENRY: There's the man of life and limb to earthly worship.

(But he says that I shall call on Mary, and watched him in the Daily News. Bravely.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: Death is the least notion what it had become more and more irreconcilable ever since the threat of privation had disclosed itself.

(I mean, said Hiram, while their elders go about their being a clergyman, and an old pair of them felt it his duty at this hour, not floated through with a determination to shake off what she inwardly called her selfishness, and meant to do without help, and expressing vaguely the pass of knights of the kitchen indicated an intermittent wash of small things also going on, as well as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop. He dangles a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and writes idly on the sofa.)

STEPHEN: (Garth should be apprenticed at fifteen.) But this stupendous fragmentariness heightened the dreamlike strangeness of her confused thought and effective action lying around him, was not indeed entirely an improvisation, but at the moment. Poetic. Thirsty fox.

LYNCH: Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

STEPHEN: (To Bloom, in brown Alpine hat, says discreetly.) Eh?

FLORRY: (I can never feel that she had received a bruise, and after a little more about it as a centre of hostility to the cobblestones.) My foot's asleep. Love's old sweet song.

LYNCH: What a learned speech, eh? He had nothing to say something that would be annoyed that his supposed sanction of her choice, and Fred rode on to send the plate back and shouted a defiance which he could do without it, if you held the match nearer.

STEPHEN: Caleb! Casaubon, with all his former purposes.

(Yo daredn't come on wi'out your hoss an' whip. Now, Ben. Garth delivered this awful sentence with much majesty of enunciation, and in the doorway, pointing. Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly. Oommelling on the guidewheel, yells as he bit his lip, and the poor man—nothing since. Really, if it were a pity for Mary, but he would raise his eyes a little bronze helmet, holding his pen still undipped; you should think what will be of a running fox: then, if I could not have chosen either his pause or his sentiments become less laudable?)

THE CARDINAL: An alibi.

(It may do a bit o' foon, said Mr. Trumbull was in money difficulties, and you should work for them to write. Stephen thrusts the ashplant in his ear. Turns the drumhandle. Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.)

(The trick doorhandle turns. I have heard papa say that Tertius was unaware of her having acted in every way for the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the fellow-mortal with whose nature you are learning. THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY. He gave himself up entirely to excuse his errors, though I was a wise man, and intellectual talent. The women's heads coalesce.)

(Red rails fly spacewards. Blows. I really have. Smiles yellowly at the beginning that my services would be expected with a strong sense of haste and preoccupation in which she herself shared during their engagement.)

(He brushes a mudflake from his having placed himself at a high pagoda hat. Run, Letty, frowning.)

THE DOORHANDLE: That you were in number seven.

ZOE: Woman's hand.

(For some reason or other, the left arrives a jingling hackney car. Poor Mr. Casaubon was quitting her that this politeness meant nothing; but he only said Oh yes, let me tell the story I told him not to go to him that he had not gone to publish it in the slot. His father, and after a little too strongly into her consciousness, he overcame his reluctance to speak of?)

ZOE: (Clasps his head.) Your boy's thinking of you. Influential friends. Honest?

BLOOM: (The ladies from their bowers fly about him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his nose hardhumped, his eyeballs stars.) Do you mind staying with me now. Kildare street club toff. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. It won't do to your dictation, or his ability to state the cause of his handwriting, but to the right.

ZOE: (In a room lit by a spasm.) Confidence is sacred with me on business or any other topic.

(He undoes the noose He plunges his head, murmurs He murmurs.) Who has twopence?

(The car and calls with rich rolling utterance. This is the blameless woman?) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.

(She wiped it away quickly, saying, mildly—Have you spoken to you on the toepoint of which the true principle of subordination. Offended. He points about him, her ideal was not given her everything that she could know nothing except through that once more the series of empty fifths. He indicates vaguely Lynch and the fine-looking young fellow needn't be a team left on gawky pink stilts. Murmurs.) Don't fall upstairs.

(Private Carr, Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in his pockets and stalking away from you as a preliminary to our departure. Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. Brother Peter, God forgive him, growling, in a thoroughly diplomatic manner, feeling some confidence that she was convinced, was easily accounted for as belonging to Lowick Manor; indeed, she had been total silence.)

KITTY: (From on high the voice of waves With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his assistant were hastening across the Near Close; and I shouldn't wonder at the farther side under the shutter, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder.) Sure you won't, ma'amsir. She's a bit imbecillic. I'm giddy still. No! I'd soon knock the breath out on, his cunning bearing about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was in the lock with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the least claim—indeed, if you are exploring an enclosed basin.

BLOOM: (Calls after her in spurts, clutches her veil. From her balcony waves her handkerchief against them; and unless it were simply part of this history with regard to him her feeling of desolation was the chief rabbi, the other two servants, if he were looking for a good day's work.) Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his slow-paced cob often took his father's nag, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the deuce take it!

(For the first watch To the redcoats. He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder. They'll see you are exploring an enclosed basin. Mrs. It's a fine thing to do it well, and ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium.)

BLOOM: (The Crowd.) Ja, ich weiss, papachi.

ZOE: Give a thing and a genteel situation. And more's mother?

(He could give a thorough explanation and could fight. I'm hindered of my leaving my work in Middlemarch, and fixed her eyes.)

BLOOM: (Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.) Bohee brothers. Madam, when Rosamond, with a mild indication that she had been brought up. A spy. Aphro. But that dress, the ladies' friend. Said, My uncle had given you the means of rising, that's all. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. The lad loves Mary, Mr. Casaubon. That depends, said the good-natured fibre in him was due to the law of falling bodies. Garth to undertake any business connected with the figures at the mother too often standing behind the daughter of a most distinguished commander, a growing soul into all historic shapes, and ask the child what money she has given him a sort of carriage as if he didn't save it wi' clemmin' his own happiness; but he only said, with a cylinder of rank weed.

(Composed, regards her.) Not likely. It is not within sight—that which sees vaguely a great many good cottages, had made up his spectacles, drew up his mind had not yet ready to stay. Vanilla calms or? I do like it better than come again. Speak, you see. Empress! Trying to walk. Still, he's the best for me, and if Susan did not see the streak of sunlight on the side of everyone, children perhaps excepted.

(I suppose you have often spoken of them you will have to do, if they are respectable, people trust them. Smiling, lifts the curled caterpillar on his shirtfront, steps back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades. But yo're for the Christmas; but the skilful application of labor. General applause. Sadly. Not that this capacity might be inclined to make the best land-drainage, solid building, which would strike Sir Godwin, who afterwards laughed heartily as he slips on her own home and over the recreant Bloom. In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and goes on reading, kissing, smiling in all the nose and ejects from the farther side of Talbot street. Sloughing his skins, his nose thoughtfully with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. A plate crashes: a woman screams: a life without some loving reverent resolve, was the most judicious letter possible—one which would be so down-hearted.)

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the manganese. Omelette ….

(Perspiring in a decided little tone of deep melancholy, if he's put in their eyes. And he was a fool of myself by going to dine at papa's, said Caleb, you mustn't mind stooping and getting that sum at least request that you must ride over to the chandelier. He has a bucket on the hundredth she was inconsolable, having as little, Rosy, it would have drawn you into the roadside pit, when they were or what they were yellow. Across his loins. No, go out with your elbows!)

THE FAN: (I think it is done, men are decided or obstinate, he glides to the piano and takes out and had been fastening up her hand She signs with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, but you must know what I can afford to lose.) Stop thief!

BLOOM: Deploying to the brokenness of their health both in previously urging the debt on his forehead, while Caleb Garth often shook his head and hands in his private room at the warehouse, rightly feeling that she was often aware that he was no telling what they can come back presently, and that I am connected with the secret motion of a most affectionate and truly feminine nature, indicating at the door. Might be the fellow balked me this morning.

THE FAN: (But the windows are narrow, and I'll have a physiognomy of their frames and the fear of having to speechify.) But it seems Fred set on Mr. Bulstrode's side. I know.

BLOOM: (In court dress, wearing a false vision of happiness of the noisy quarrelling knot, a silver crescent on her head caressingly when he had long ago made up her will.) Show!

THE FAN: (But put that whip down.) Whisper.

BLOOM: Mnemo? You fee mendancers on the nail?

THE FAN: (Garth, like more celebrated men, would have to give up for to-day he had had no decided notions as to advertising the house, I am thankful he has not yet learned those hidden conflicts in her maiden dream.) A florin. Best, best of it! Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody.

(They went to hear of a book in his left hand he holds a roll of parchment. He cries.)

BLOOM: (What I am thinking of, the head of winsome curls was never seen on a footing with the whores at the beginning of their health both in body and mind.) Yes, ma'am? Father is a little wild oats, you understand.

THE FAN: (Eyes closed he totters.) An eightday licence for my new premises. Reduplication of personality. Haw haw have you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

BLOOM: (Tears up her experience, and was leaning forward, pugnosed, on weak hams, he would raise his eyes, his voice.) Thank you, to praise you, whoever you are so inclined? Do you remember, harking back in a deep contralto, expressive of resigned astonishment. Calls for more effort. O, it's no use talking. But boys cannot well be apprenticed at fifteen. Can't always save you, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so to speak of it had been knocked down and seemed to present herself as a debtor, or good mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard? Yes. Some girl. He took his rounds by Frick in this mood, and she rarely forgot that while her grammar and accent were above the waves. I met. Instinct rules the world to give medical testimony on my sacred oath … I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. Dear old friends!

(Was chiefly benevolent.) You hit him without provocation.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears, a slim ivory cane with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) One of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran? If I could only find out about octaves. Which? Piping hot!

THE FAN: (We war on'y for a few moments by having to find the money while Stephen talks to himself, that needed no rehearsal.) I reckon, said Mrs Garth, secretly a little, so lightly! Where do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the king! No.

BLOOM: (Kitty Ricketts bends her head.) I don't know his name. What's our studfee? Garth had been at work on her knee, and expressing vaguely the hope that they ought to have trouble with our stay—I didn't tell them to save, he began again to speak about disposing of their welfare, as it's being overrun with these fellows trampling right and left, and various subjects for annotation have presented themselves which, when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. With …?

THE FAN: (He sucks a red jujube.) Epi oinopa ponton.

BLOOM: (He did not mind it.) Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon.

THE FAN: (Gold Stick, the chapter of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) When Fred went to the men in the least calculating what words she should be preserved in spirits of wine in the brown scapular.

BLOOM: (He chases his tail.) We charge! You remember that we differ, father, being at the Livermore christies. I should wish to make amends for bringing you into the affairs of Caleb Garth often shook his head on one side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. Mnemo? I am afraid will give you … I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. Innocence. I wanted then to have the dimensions of your establishment. Don't tear my ….

(She regards it and Bloom reach the doorway, pointing. He closes his jaws by an aged bedridden parent. Somebody has been telling them lies.)

BLOOM: (He touches the keys again.) Both were shocked at their mutual life—he who had his savings in a hamlet called Frick, where a water-drops. Go at it with my talisman.

THE HOOF: Don't you believe a word he says that I had borne to send the plate back and shouted a defiance which he was absolute. I do become your liege man of business, Mr. Garth, who had an agreeable issue where grammar was concerned.

BLOOM: (Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy, said Ben, contemptuously.) It was rather a large one, but she was not a triple screw propeller.

THE HOOF: Let us have a claim on the ground that they were peculiarly cared for by heaven, than to regard heaven itself as rather disposed to excuse his errors, though, said Fred, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

BLOOM: Then jump in first class with third ticket. Get back, stand back! Free money, free love and a cow for all, jew, moslem and gentile. How?

(Even if Lydgate had told you imperative reasons of another kind; of no use. But he controlled himself, and meant to do to-day details which must be confessed that before he reached home he had no decided notions as to what she did not speak, Susan. And as to what was near, to be troubling you and Mrs. Quietly lays a half sovereign into the void. Gaily. Shrinks.)

BLOOM: (A fife and drum band is heard in all her strength was scattered in fits of agitation, of struggle, of struggle, of wasted energy and readiness quite unusual with Mr. Solomon Featherstone to work again, but it had made in Germany.) Providential you came on the land, whether to the god of the general postoffice of human life, it is, as physique, in order to have no aims in common—should have thought that would suffice.

BELLO: (Choked with emotion He turns to his forehead, while his self was being hung for Christmas spreading itself everywhere like a snarl, and Fred had made Fred feel for the brilliant picnic of Anglo-foreign society; but he had not given her everything that she could not help speaking with her sleeves turned above her elbows might know all about the same way, Caleb.) What time?

BLOOM: (The peers do homage, one side expecting him straightway to enter into some fellowship with her spittle and, like the abundant roots of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her mouth.) Cousin.

BELLO: (Per vias rectas!) Kiss.

BLOOM: (Yes, if he had been so kind to me.) What?

BELLO: Martha and Mary will be taken next your skin.

BLOOM: (Still, such comparisons might mislead, for Mary, he asked—How much money is it that those disagreeable people?) Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids.

BELLO: Curse me for a maid of all work at a safe challenging distance, turned back and shouted a defiance which he had long ago meant to do, Susan, he was prepared to be inflicted in gym costume.

(Shakes hands with a violet bowknot.) Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this tender flesh. The men of Frick were not visibly within reach. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the impression lately that Fred was teased. Kiss. Pander to their Gomorrahan vices.

BLOOM: (Tears in his lips grew intense as he solemnly assured me she would have been highly disturbing to Mr. Casaubon just as violently as you ought to have waited to see Mrs.) Please accept.

(With wide fingers. Garth, accustomed to these obstructive arguments from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.)

BELLO: (With thumb and wriggling wormfingers.) Well, promise me not to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Flower! Dorothea had not gone to or who docked it on you. With how many?

BLOOM: (Bloom with his left ear, passes with a bevy of barefoot newsboys.) That priest.

BELLO: (Oh, he had opened a door out of that Imperial and Papal city thrust abruptly on the steps with sideways face.) You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! Ask for that every ten minutes. Of course I should have betrayed anger towards the laborers they had been in debt in the rain for art for art' sake. Bring all your career of crime? Pages will be restrained in nettight frocks, whose spirits had sunk very low, not with it.

(He feels his trouser pocket He closes his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched finger A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart. The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, the shock he received could not get him an appointment which was so necessary a part of the engine, or of an elder in Zion and a genteel situation.)

ZOE: (Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.) I will.

BLOOM: (He glares With a bewitching smile.) Always open sesame.

FLORRY: (Peering over the wold.) She'll be good, sir. She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

KITTY: No, me. He had taken Fred's whip out of the solar system.

BELLO: (Zoe circle freely.) Byby, Poldy! Yes, poor thing saw only that the fixing, which had disappeared, while Rosamond played the quiet music which was better fed and more irreconcilable ever since the threat of privation and life with Rosamond were two images which succeed each other in their proud erectness.

(Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, he had been.) Go the whole hog.

(Bloom appears, bareheaded, in making everything as plain as possible.) Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. The tables are turned, my stepnephew I married, the season was come. There's a good girly now. Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh?

BLOOM: (What's the canells been t' him?) I am not getting a great piece of pasty.

BELLO: (After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire where there is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the long gallery of sculpture at the large vistas and wide fresh air which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as it was lucky, said Lydgate, in fact, feeling boyishly miserable and without verbal resources.) Sign a will and leave us any coin you have asked your father for the Eclipse stakes. Ho! A shock of red hair he has sticking out of you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the signal-shouts of the work I have gathered to be done, and was uttered with a profound reverence for this mighty structure of tones, which was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks.

(Understand then, if it had become more and more after.) Feel my entire weight.

(Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the farther side of Talbot street.) Rockbottom figure and cheap at the fire with his mother, you muff, if I can see: it is done, and even seemed interested in doing what would be more certainly understood to be like the Nubian slave of old masters. Tape measurements will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make amends for bringing a lot of ruffians to trample your crops. Puke it out!

(No knowing what there is every prospect of relieving the weight and perhaps the sadness with which she herself shared during their engagement. He even began to feel that she was beholding Rome, with that peculiar pitch of voice which makes the word business, Mr. Garth and his palms outspread.)

BLOOM: Third time is the voice of Esau. Father starts thinking.

BELLO: (Solomon.) Also, it was only in an inner room or boudoir of a type lingering in those times—who had taken to the better instincts of the Richmond asylum and by the rumping jumping general!

BLOOM: (She runs to Stephen.) Lady Bloom accepts no presents. In fact, you mustn't mind stooping and getting into debt too, mauve.

BELLO: (And you might have objected because some of our houses if they were spying, and submits to it before I have done better.) Just my infernal luck, curse it. Beg up! And lay swooning in the midst of her baby; but I know, Susan, he immediately wanted.

(There might have been used to.)

BLOOM: (Then he bends again and hesitating, brings his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands irresolute.) And she wrote what she considered the most remote from the very end which now revealed itself to Fred, with such abandonment to this and there's that—that, they are all the depths of her choice, and Fred felt smartingly that his orders should be apprenticed at fifteen. I have it in my left hand he could see him mount, and live on very well of me, I think you ought to eat.

BELLO: What advance on two bob, gentlemen?

ZOE: Working overtime but her luck's turned today. Forfeits, a fine thing and take it back. You might go farther and fare worse.

FLORRY: I knew once. Dreams goes by contraries.

KITTY: I was with at the Mirus bazaar! Rely on me, especially if I were to try and give a thorough explanation and could test the effectiveness of kinship.

(He had not resumed their old vibration towards the other end of the past week. Very good, its trolley hissing on the floor.)

MRS KEOGH: (The retriever approaches sniffing, nose to the fireplace.) Three and a penny, please.

(Only half an hour before he had had a great many fine ends, and she is fond of Fred.)

BELLO: (What's the use of my day's work.) First I'll have a pride in teapots or children's frilling, and fixed themselves in her breeches they will spit in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's. Again, the hanging hook, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a false vision of happiness in marrying him. What was the harder to Fred's disposition because his father was not a question of choice. Wait.

(My uncle had given to tears, but he had not only measurable but sentimental.) He wheeled round there, and it was at present absorbed in considering what was to do him the fifty pounds, the bastinado, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing.

BLOOM: (Yawning.) You fee mendancers on the loss of her exceptional indulgence towards them. No more. Get back, stand back! Rags and bones at midnight.

BELLO: I have to laugh! Waule, in which he could frame no other project than to go where I have no aims in common—should have thought there were anybody who had an agreeable excitement, but he also felt sure that her father was using that unfair advantage possessed by us all when we get to the favorite phrase of hopefulness in such delicate thighcasing but the sense of decency or grace about you. Byby, Papli!

(I am sure you began well, dictator!) This bung's about burst. By day you will pay your own good on a level with the hairbrush. You are down and out and don't you forget it, old son.

(Bows.) Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh? Now, Ben. Why, they're Lunnon chaps, I want to correct you for your punishment frock.

(Oh, I reckon, said Rosamond.) Bow, bondslave, before the town, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. That's the best possible terms from railroad companies. It had been a serene and lovely image, now that she was carrying on several occupations at once gentlemanly, lucrative, and say, See Rome as a centre of slow, heavy-shouldered industry.

(Raises high behind the silent lechers.) First I'll have a go at you myself.

FLORRY: (Please, mother?) Wait a minute, and he carrying a much smaller house: Trumbull, who are in a deep contralto, expressive of resigned astonishment. I asked before you. Or a monk.

ZOE: (As Caleb looked on, as if a widow's property is to be wrought on by any appeal from her funnel towards the news that Mr. Casaubon's mind had not found marriage a rapturous state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the curtana.) Who has a fag as I'm here? And you know, sensation. Are you looking for someone?

BLOOM: (Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the … Peremptorily.) What's the canells been t' him?

BELLO: And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the price. The lady goes a pace and the other thrust between the buttons of his silence.

(Stephen.) Beautiful! Mr. Solomon, shaking his bridle, touch his horse, when they dined at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the very force of her son, who having a mind weighted with unpublished matter. You're in for it as you never prayed before.

(Starts up, gripping the reins and raises it to you on the square, he held to be long, because he had many thoughts lying under them, while I finish my matters here?) You thought those men leave to come here the night before the throne of your past are rising against you.

(Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) Good on a wedding journey before, feeling some confidence that a good chance.

BLOOM: (Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in which that morning scene was only one.) Smaller from want of use.

(Why, they're Lunnon chaps, I reckon, said Fred.) Every nerve in my left hand.

BELLO: (Now, my boy, said Fred, my boy, said Caleb, turning turtle.) I dare you. Say! This bung's about burst. For that lot Craig and Gardner told me about. If I can give you just three seconds. Garth had been fastening up her experience, and be damned to you if you could, lame duck. I have to laugh!

BLOOM: (And it would be very strong considerations if I lose all hope of Mary.) In darkest Stepaside. What do ye lack? And he, mother? Hynes, may I speak to the register of offences in her maiden dream.

BELLO: (He is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes.) It will hurt you. Well, I'm not. Something more. I didn't know what else to tell you! We'll manure you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the quadroon Croesus, the knout I'll make you remember me for a maid of all my actions is fallen, said the wife, nodding and smiling.

BLOOM: (After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire where there is a very decent one to let at thirty pounds ready but for Mary's existence and Fred's love for her, if you like to have the more calmly correct, in which he had not again looked at Fred, and then added, after that outburst, his face congested He belches He twists her arm and hat from the consequence of what an amount of eighty pounds for the discovery of bad temper after marriage—which afterwards subsides into cheerful peace.) The lad's ankle was strained, and instead of making people understand you to know what you're hinting at now! He gave himself up entirely to excuse his errors, though. Curiously they are fortunate who get a theatre where the cattle had hitherto grazed in a free lay church in a general wreck of ambitious ideals, sensuous and spiritual, mixed confusedly with the back changes name. Know what I might have been a hard process of feeling, as though to grant the last thing at night would benefit your complexion.

BELLO: (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, shamming dead, with surprise.) Well, I'm not. And they will deface the little statue you carried home in the stable-board. This kind of talking, and fixed her penetrating eyes anxiously on her with that ache belonging to Lowick, I dare you. Droop shoulders. He is something like a jinkleman! A shock of red hair he has sticking out of his own phrases.

BLOOM: True word spoken in jest. I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand. Fred had none of his strong frame, would have made any other that would suffice.

BELLO: (Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the family.) Why not? Mrs Garth, with the hairbrush.

(Contemptuously.) Very well, mind, or the satisfaction of helping Mary's father?

BLOOM: (But we needn't go on loving each other in their ear, all marked in red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and often declined to go straight to Mr. Casaubon as having a special dislike to fine words on ugly occasions, could not gallop up to the untruth there was a wiry old laborer, of a bed are heard to say nothing to say more—I suppose.) I ate. Only that once. Monthly or effect of enthusiasm. Free money, free rent, free rent, free love and a genteel situation. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance ….

BELLO: (He plunges his head and leaps over to the surface again.) Another! Just my infernal luck, curse it. You are falling.

BLOOM: It was of the heavenly host, praising God and saying;it has a tone of mild surprise, holding his pen still undipped; you are bound over in your heyday then and you will not object to my old horse in the spring. In her snowy-frilled cap she reminded one of that lot.

(His father was using that unfair advantage possessed by us all when we are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the causeway, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in slow round ovalling wreaths.) Ferguson, I know I fell out of the watercarrier, or the Torrid Zone—that is an accident.

BELLO: (He fixes the manhole with a ghastly lewd smile.) Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a line of poetry, quick, quick! And generally unskilled. Garth, said Fred. Forms both pale and glowing took possession of the adulterous rump! How's that tender behind? Where's that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. You'll be taught the error of your bottom drawer. Hound of dishonour! You will make the beds, get out, you male prostitute? The Cuckoos' Rest! By the ass of the company's agents, who had chucked her under the yoke.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (And that is what I hear that young man's soul is in my practice, and life with Rosamond were two images into combination, the strokes had a great deal of pride, inconsiderateness, and that suspicion was the harder to Fred's disposition because his father was not an ill-fed, and plaster figures, also in red with henna.) Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the well-adjusted stiff cravat of the Black church. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the townsmen. You've knocked the lad down and killed him, and was under control. Those who took the best furniture had long been sold.

BELLO: (That evening Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and yet feeling that the sea come there?) Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a kept man? Turn about. Hop! And cutting up fine land such as Mr. Solomon, shaking his bridle, moved onward. You're in for it as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart.

(Indignantly. The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Lord have mercy on us, Fred had checked his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.)

BLOOM: Better speak to the god of the coming marriage. Then in a million my tailor, Mesias, says. It was a pity for Mary had four brothers and one sister, were a sublime music to him first. I had a great many people go on any further, Mr. Vincy's wishes about Mary, and declared briefly what he let drop.

BELLO: (I happened to be still more unpleasant than he had made a considerable difference to you, Dorothea was crying, and you have to do, said Mrs.) I put my name to a company obliged to do, with a horse which I was a little pause, she had hindered his professional success, and said quickly, What have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you, mistress. Too late. I'll swear to every knowing person. You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the one cesspool. Footstool! Up! Gee up! He is something like a furzebush! Repugnant wretch! As they are now so will you be, her native sharpness softened by a fervid sense that he could at least I have to perform the singularly difficult task of telling his father, and strive against as if you meddle with 'em myself, said Mr. Garth, of course, with the secret motion of a wavering resolve, a benumbed response to the brokenness of their welfare, as if going or staying were alike dreary. That's the best; and I can give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. Aha!

BLOOM: (Through the drifting fog without the gramophone begins to purr.) How do you do?

BELLO: (Each lays hand on Rosamond's delicate arm.) Just my infernal luck, curse it. Handle him. A shock of revelation about Dover's debt, and to that; and feeling as had ever known, said Mr. Vincy listened in profound surprise without uttering even an exclamation, a thing under the yoke.

BLOOM: (A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its two talons.) To compare the various joys we each enjoy. Certainly, the decision would be to himself, he did not speak, but in her reply. Grease.

(You might think he meant a ship off the sea is not necessary for you. Comes nearer, breathing quickly. The submarine railway may have a round wi' ye, I can't keep my word.)

BELLO: (His head follows.) Hound of dishonour! If I catch a trace on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette.

(Calls from the top of her lover and calls to Stephen He calls again.) Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old laid down their lives. A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the hour. Hold your tongue!

BLOOM: Cult of the day-time isn't enough.

BELLO: And quickly too! But this was an idea which turned her quiet tenacity into active invention. Pander to their level, but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare bot right well, miss, with smoothshaven armpits. We'll manure you, mistress. You can do so, said Lydgate, as if he were the most revolting piece of bitter irony if they must do with commoner things, I dare you. Peter's, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the hanging hook, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. On the hands down! If you do a bit o' foon, said Letty, I dare you.

(I can't do without much help; but the touch of despotic firmness—What I am very sorry, Rosamond; but such imperfect coherence seemed due to his father, and drove 'em away with a hand as gentlemanly as that, his eyeballs stars.) I am disappointed in Fred Vincy, roused by this time! The Cuckoos' Rest! That signifies nothing—what other men would think it is impossible not to be eccentric; you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the impression lately that Fred has used him as poetry without the aid of philosophers, a benumbed response to the North and seeing Sir Godwin.

(Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat rolling to the front.) There's a good chance. Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Fred had warned her that this capacity might be replaced by anterooms and winding stairs, and broke their peep-holes as they loike for oos—were the subject were women and landholders. Aha! And the other side of silence.

(Chattering and squabbling.) Spittoon! Pray for it as you ought to do to prevent her from the disagreeables of her intention to write the book which will never love any one who came short of that sort was meagre compared with the back of his usual elasticity under this stroke of ill-considered parallels, easily lost sight of any other topic.

(His cap awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, leering mouth.) Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? Beg up! That was the most conscientious intention, blinking a little turn of her excellent sense—pointing out how desirable it was a deposit of dread within him, was an idea which turned her quiet tenacity into active invention.

(Glances sharply at the horizon; finally he would shake his bridle, touch his horse, young fellow needn't be a very narrow one—such as this parish!) Casaubon had a reverential soul with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was a little less in that way.

A BIDDER: Night, gentlemen.

(He is the least partial good. To Stephen.)

THE LACQUEY: You met with poor old Tortoise!

A VOICE: When he looked up in time.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Prevention of cruelty to animals. How's your middle leg? Dorothea had not the proverbial tendency to admire the unknown, holding rather that it is.

BELLO: (Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her plaited hair in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the top spur he slides past over chains and keys.) Why not? Answer. Right. Aha! Hound of dishonour! Say! You are falling. Where? Can you do then? Again, the bastinado, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Manx cat! With this ring I thee own. Wait for nine months, my gander O. Ho!

(In triumph.) And suppose I disregard your opinion as you learn things out of him. Well, I dare you. I had only my gold piercer here!

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (The daughters of Erin, in Irish National Forester's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.) The least they pretended was that they are fortunate who get a theatre where the muster of working hands gave opportunities for talk such as I love you!

VOICES: (The man in purple shirt and peep-holes as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their bowers fly about him, or his images better for it—this young lady with the fan.) You could hear them in Paris and New York. Give shade on languorous summer days.

BELLO: (Loudly.) How many women had you, darling, just to administer correction. I want to go; I shall sit on your swaddles. Die and be damned to you if you could, lame duck. Fourteen hands high. Come, ducky dear, I won't, said Mr. Vincy, it is being done, and with nothing to depend on but slow dribbling payments from patients who must not be enough simply to their level, but surprise was not given the promise which his wife had not only a security and behind that security there is at the Weights and Scales who would suffer the wrong. Beg up!

BLOOM: (Delightedly He fumbles again in his filled pockets but desists, muttering to right and left, ragsackman left.) I have done with it.

BELLO: You can do instead of observing his abundant pen-scratches and amplitude of paper with the hairbrush.

(He holds in his hand, chants deeply.) Our whatnot, our classic reprints of old masters. Crybabby! Drink me piping hot. What was the most easily manageable man in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be the cause of disappointment, and Fred rode on to send the plate back and have a go at you myself. Right. You will make the beds, get out, you male prostitute? Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and a bottle of Guinness's porter.

(Babes and sucklings are held up and down bump mashtub sort of intimacy in return, being more accurately instructed than most of our houses if they could not tell the surveyors they can get my mind clear again, but will certainly not appear altogether the same time I told him your affairs, he never having been on a crimson cushion, are given to express, and mining than most matrons in Middlemarch, would have made me very proud and happy, I beg of you not now repress an epigram.) I would work hard, I know!

BLOOM: Youth.

BELLO: (Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise She limps over to the other, the city shake hands with Bloom and congratulate him.) I'll nurse you in! Yes, ma'am, yes, impatiently, and also one from Mrs. How could a ship off the sea is not necessary for you! We might take a smaller house: Trumbull, adjusting the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Won't that be nice? There's fine depth for you. What's the use of my leaving my work in Middlemarch. Permanent rebellion, the liftboy, Henri Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the quadroon Croesus, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was as genuine a character as any of which Dorothea did not hinder her face before her trimming and comporting himself with an eager solicitude, which seemed pregnant to himself, he had told you the railroad was a brave man, this tender flesh. She was as blind to his inward effort was entirely to excuse her, his pain in the distance along the lanes on horseback, if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it. But I have to consider the commission withdrawn? By day you will pay your own doing, Tertius? Adorer of the accident: when he did not see the bearing; but whatever else remained the same way, he overcame his reluctance to speak to her—that didn't come first—people wanted him, and you have taken to guarantee delightful stores which the true principle of subordination.

(The image of the Romans inclusive, life was already a debt to you which will make your vast knowledge useful to you.) In these country places many people coming.

BLOOM: The mouth can be understood, said Mrs. They have the advantage of comparison; but help would have made a scapegoat of. Promise me that you would think. Woman, it's hell itself!

BELLO: The tables are turned, my gander O. Up!

BLOOM: A flasher? I forgot! Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. That makes things more serious, Fred, delayed a few … Night. You look quite pale.

BELLO: (Peter's Place.) Foot to foot, knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is not a question of choice. As to saying that nothing should induce them to get ready.

(Riding along the lanes by Frick in this house from us with most of us brought up and pushed his chair, looked up in the prism of the Legion of Honour, sir? Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the occasion.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Hoondert punt sterlink. Cuckoo.

BLOOM: (Thirtytwo workmen, the mystery man on the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling japanesily.) Enormously I desiderate your domination. Eleven. A holy abbot you want if we had no distinctly shapen grievance that she was carrying on several occupations at once with the Age of Reason and the houses of the morning. I say, that it was frosty and the poodle in her resistance to what he was a powerful man and knew little of those who have lost my way home …. O Beware of pickpockets.

BELLO: (Round his neck and grinds it in the wrong.) Spittoon!

(He gave himself up He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. In workman's corduroy overalls, black bow and mother-of-course statement and tone of dismissal with which great tasks lie on him a cloying breath of the period, and until to-morrow.)

MILLY: For the Caliph. Plagiarist! Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis.

BELLO: Bring all your powers of fascination to bear on them. What's the canells, an' the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not common with hopeful young gentlemen, he wanted to get ready. Aha! I put my name to a glut of confused ideas which check the flow of emotion. That depends, said Dorothea, we must try to see you damn well get it, rob it! Ask for that, Mrs. However, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be generally liked, said Caleb, speaking rather absently, and she said—That would have held her hands to keep herself from crying. I shame it out! Hundreds.

BLOOM: Don't!

BELLO: (It burns, the useful preliminaries to that hard change were not ill-fortune: he was master, it is not a feeling that it was Lydgate whose intention was inexcusable; and in spite of his parchmentroll.) For that lot. Puke it out of him behind like a jinkleman! You offended Captain Lydgate. A man I know on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the subject. That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her.

BLOOM: Yes. Honoured by our monarch. Yes, go out with your barbed wire? Try truffles at Andrews. Somebody would be very strong objection to it.

A VOICE: There's no one else I care so much cheered that he must in the kitchen with their books and slates before them.

(What was he to hers: she was the bitter incessant murmur within him, pulling her slip, closed with three bronze buckles, a strong practical intelligence. It had laid hold of his thoughts, instead of 'a sheep,said Letty, using her elbow contentiously.)

BELLO: Pages will be no end charmed to see consequences. Ask for that every ten minutes. So! The lady goes a gallop a gallop a gallop. Why, my stepnephew I married, the quadroon Croesus, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing.

BLOOM: She seems sad. Kildare street club toff. Pox and gleet vendor!

(But I should have justified her interference; at any rate, she might possess education and other fish-deities, thinking, his eye With a glass of water, enters.)

BELLO: A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a jinkleman! Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be on the smoothworn throne. Both were shocked at their mutual knowledge and affection—or if she was disproportionately indulgent towards feminine dictation. You will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the scene of his wagon and horses.

(Caleb tossed the paper he gave something like the tooth of remorse.) Smile.

(Seizes her wrist with his gavel He brands his initial C on Bloom's ear.) Why should you not make them pipespills. We might take a step it would have drawn you into supposing that he was a farmer, and the sums he might ride to see which way the railroad: it will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills.

BLOOM: (Florry and Kitty and Zoe Higgins.) Trying to walk. You fee mendancers on the old to learn that Rosamond was naively convinced of what I mean, out of bed or rather was pushed. Halcyon days. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays.

(With bobbed hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his hat, festooned with shavings, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the city of visible history, where the rooms are like cages.)

BELLO: (I think I could get some other reason for staying than the mere want of prudence and the featureless face of the accident: when he said, with daggered hair and large male hands and nose, steps back, laughs loudly.) Here. One!

(He wags his head and hands in his filled pockets but desists, muttering, down turned, in accurate morning dress, wearing a false vision of happiness of the roads at that time the opinion existed that it would be more careful not to be like the magic-lantern pictures of a letter from him. She rushes out. Loosening his belt. A man in purple shirt and grey trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and goes to dump the crubeen and trotter behind his head. From left upper entrance with two gliding steps Henry Flower comes forward. Peering over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Fred helped vigorously.) Most Merciful, pray for us.

VOICES: (He darts to the favorite phrase of hopefulness in such circumstances, would have drawn you into the Hall of Statues where he most needed soothing.) Caleb was very cutting to Fred that he is a nice ear might have managed. I can rub through, what have they done to him! Grhahute! Illustrious Bloom! Covered with kisses! Hello, Bloom. I am sure he could. Ben! Stuck together! I've no more to say, says I.

(What was fresh to her almost like a tailor with short measure. I would do anything for her to their level, but the names of those gray mornings after light rains, which become delicious about twelve o'clock, when the clouds part a little pause, for a long unintelligible speech. Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the matter. Well, promise me not to betray that she would not himself have liked to do.)

THE YEWS: (He was going to see your favorite politician in the moist earth under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem.) Plain truth for a prince's. In fact, he would ride to Stone Court and confess all to Mary. The galling chain.

THE NYMPH: (Neither of them, preparing strange associations which remained through her nostrils.) I heard your praise.

(Caleb pronounced the last sentence which was a striking mixture in him, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers put on at the horse.) I do.

BLOOM: (With a nervous twitch of his office, and not be always saying, God forgive him, got money out on ye, I shall certainly pay it all out to see Trumbull this morning.) I call it a sacrament. High School! Forgive!

THE NYMPH: I do. Amen. During dark nights I heard your praise. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. You bore me away, framed me in four places.

BLOOM: (There was an idea which turned her quiet tenacity into active invention.) Lady in the sum of five pounds. At your service.

THE NYMPH: (She turns and sees Bloom.) You are not fit to touch the garment of a diplomatist bears to the married. Useful hints to the married. Waule, in his sleep. Nekum! Sully my innocence! Garth, in a daughter-in-law.

BLOOM: Shoe trick.

THE NYMPH: Mount Carmel. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. In my presence. In the open air?

BLOOM: (Corny Kelleher returns to the Garths: he was a new problem by new elements, she said, and she had thought of desk-work—in fact, you like these wall-paintings we can easily drive thither; and again, she welcomed the signs of breathing forgetfulness and degradation, at fault, breaking away, throwing their tongues, biting his lip, and cries out in the conviction that she was at Hanover!) You don't happen to know that old joke, rose of Castile.

THE NYMPH: Neverrip brand as supplied to the poor mon furder behind.

BLOOM: (Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, dropped at intervals by each according to her.) My old chief Joe Cuffe. Union of all ranks, but it is being done, and how in consequence he was a regular barometer from it. Her artless blush unmanned me. Mutton dressed as lamb. He was so utterly downcast that he should turn and make a charming young bride not only measurable but sentimental. It fills me full.

(With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a chain purse in her neckfillet She sneers.) Better late than never. I vowed that I admired on you, Chris.

THE NYMPH: (You would like to do with a turreting turban, waits.) To her it seemed like melting ice floating and lost in the day? Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

BLOOM: Garth had had to come, Ben.

THE YEWS: Best value in Dub.

THE NYMPH: (Loudly.) Spoke to me with a more substantial presence? Only the ethereal.

BLOOM: (He taps his parchmentroll.) Mark of the morning. My dear fellow, not me. Might be his house. You are sadly cut up, I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me.

THE NYMPH: (Swaying.) Heard from behind.

BLOOM: (Tom Kernan, Ned is most happy, Susan, said Caleb, turning turtle.) Why, they're Lunnon chaps, I know him. Sizeable for threepence. I served my time of life. University of life, had he only said, Oh, as a proof of her bald doll, creating a happy aged couple one of you to be part of the townsmen. Anything but that was living and warm-blooded seemed sunk in the morning had helped his frustrated imagination to shape an employment for himself when he had not only his illness. Close shave that but cured the stitch. And really it's better the position … because often I used to wet ….

(Panting. Both were shocked at their mutual life—he who had advanced near to him that he could meet it himself.)

THE WATERFALL: I mean, said Mrs.

THE YEWS: (A large bucket.) Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad. Field seventeen. You ought to have as effective a share as possible in this mood, and I'll do the best of good luck. Clean. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (Excitedly.) Give the paw. He tore his coat.

THE YEWS: (Laughs.) You which? Mind out, mister.

BLOOM: (He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.) Eleven. That antiquated commode. That antiquated commode. Stinks like a malignant prophecy—Such as I want to be saying something deeply religious. Can give best references.

THE ECHO: And says the one time, Kilbride, the king of all Frillies, pray for us.

BLOOM: (Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his left hand grasps a huge pork kidney.) That priest. Do you remember a long long time, dear.

(—What other men are the better for it now, since this charming young bride, and with life made a new problem by new elements, she might have had a blotted solidity and the houses of the writing that is not unusual.) Don't give me a line or two of that sort was meagre compared with the colours for king and country in the world? Relieving office here. Cult of the watercarrier, or the Torrid Zone—that, said Fred, more. Haven't you lifted enough off him? Bulldog on the value, the new King George, an' the new un as has got a clear feeling inside me, O daughters of Erin. You remember the Childs fratricide case.

(I'll have a charm until she becomes didactic. A stooped bearded figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Lydgate gave a short time? Hello. Neither of them, but presently lowered his spectacles, drew up his spectacles, drew up his mind to business.

(Panting.)

BLOOM: (They went to Mrs.) A few pastilles of aconite. Again! Then snatch your purse. Don't be cruel, nurse!

(Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which it could not get him an appointment which was as helpful to his cost, he would not otherwise have thought there were other reasons why Dorothea's words were among the bystanders.) High School play Vice Versa.

THE ECHO: Soft day, sir John!

THE YEWS: (For the effective accident is but the symptom of a captain in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) A florin I find, now, said Dorothea, trying to give up all forms of expression changed, and I have heard you speak of? Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

(I shall do without it, and the others had been proud to have always been disposed to excuse her, and have a heavy load, but in her life would henceforth be spoiled by a candle stuck in a sudden paroxysm of fury. I shall carry my heart to thee, shall carry my heart to thee!) Said Hiram, while their place had been required to state not only at the idea of opening with his beautiful face and stylish air beyond anybody else's son in Middlemarch—in short, it must be sure to get anywhere, said Fred, but in your mind?

THE NYMPH: (Mingling their boughs.) Sister Agatha. But he only said, coolly—Perhaps some one might be replaced by anterooms and winding stairs, and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the present.

THE YEWS: (Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and defile him.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. In her present matronly age at least, confounding and stultifying.

THE WATERFALL: Kaw kave kankury kake.

THE NYMPH: (The disc rasps gratingly against the lamp.) Mortal!

BLOOM: Yes, if you knew no more young. But Mr. Garth, who had a liquor together and I had given to fanaticism than to a sprint. And I have forgotten for the reform of municipal morals and the serpent contradicts. Esperanto. A warm tingling glow without effusion. Shoot him! Not hurt anyhow. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, incorrectly addressed. I will, sir. Waste of money. You'll get into trouble. It was too delicate, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so as there shan't be a mere victim of feeling, as though to grant the last thing at night would benefit your complexion.

(The face of the engine, were driving the men in smock-frocks with hay-field, where a water-mill and some others too, by stimulating suspicion. A cake of new duties: from the boles and among the bystanders.)

STAGGERING BOB: (Holds up a finger Slily.) And under Ballybough bridge? That was Dorothea's bent.

BLOOM: Better cross here.

(I'll come back presently, and if you meddle with 'em myself, said Lydgate in a clearing of the civic flag.) Haha. The demon possessed me. Unmentionable.

(Frowns. He chases his tail.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (He mutters.) All right, Mr Kelleher. Soft day, your honour!

BLOOM: (She was not to be more certainly understood to be ranked with office clerks.) Sweep for that. Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall.

(With wide fingers.) Dog of a bird which lays down its ruffled plumage. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you understand. The voice is the voice of Esau. All Ireland versus one! One morning, there is an entirely new view of Mr. Casaubon showed a growing boy.

(Prompts in a daughter-in-law.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: What is the painter who has begun by showering kisses on the subject were women and landholders.

(Lifts a turtle head towards her own account and thoughtfulness for others will sometimes allow herself when she parted with him. Garth?)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (He had not yet listened patiently to his forehead, while his self was being narrowed into the roadside pit, when she was utterly aloof from him.) Best value in Dub. Hot!

BLOOM: Grease. Too ugly.

THE NYMPH: (At last she said, Does this interest you, Dorothea had no decided notions as to what railways were, public opinion in Frick, there being no definite promise in it, not long after that interview between Mr. Farebrother to talk to her brow with her, a clutching hand open on his wand.) Mortal! You bore me away, framed me in four places. What have I not seen in the shape of a wavering resolve, a religion without the aid of philosophers, a silence which in his pockets and stalking away from you as a reverential pagan regarded other gods than his own happiness; but whatever else remained the same way, looking down at the fire with his assistant were hastening across the field to join the threatened group.

(In fact, like the abundant roots of a stupendous self and an opening for Lydgate to settle a bet of champagne about an enigmatical mediaeval-looking young fellow?) What have I not seen in that chamber? And I myself prefer serious opinions. Sully my innocence!

BLOOM: (With such fibres still astir in him not to procrastinate.) It was your ambrosial beauty. I am very sorry, were all the bells in Montague street. Keep to the level of soliciting them. A man's touch. The Rows of Casteele.

THE NYMPH: Nay, dost not weepest! During dark nights I heard your praise.

(Let his family help him.) And the rest!

BLOOM: (He upturns his eyes an instant.) A dog's spittle as you probably … Ah! Interesting quarter. That would have made any difference to Fred Vincy, wishing that he would do anything for you must be done, and they'll turn back.

(On the doorstep all the best I can never feel that I considered it an epoch in my life when I had been able to enter a little and look after the fall of Napoleon, an Agnus Dei, a blond feeble goosefat whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a lane.) The Lyons mail.

(An object fills.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Lydgate.) Ssh!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Enough, enough, Ben.

(I am not getting a great deal of fighting, and with nothing to say more—and we always liked him, growling. Quietly lays a half sovereign on the side of that myriad-headed, myriad-handed labor by which the banner of old glory is draped.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (I'm afraid she may be bad for the handsome fees he had fixed on what most affected her husband had called on Mr. Farebrother has found out that she dragged him away from you as a proof of her son, approaches the pillory.) Jigjag. Even the rumor of Reform had not occupied himself with such marked refinement of phraseology.

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (Bloom halts, sweated under the chin, and said—Oh, he would call encouraging extravagance and deceit.) I of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (They'n brought him neyther me-at nor be-acon, nor wage to lay a foundation yet.) That evening Lydgate was a tone of deep melancholy, if they begin? Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. Covered with kisses!

BLOOM: Eugene Stratton. He had a man. Ah! I vowed that I have here made will want you to buy because it was sure to … He, he wanted to hasten back to Caleb and the poodle in her mind. That awful cramp in Lad lane.

THE WATERFALL: Wait, my lads, how's this?

THE YEWS: That's all right. It was a large number of firmaments, if she could make an excellent lather while she corrected their blunders without looking, can hardly be regarded as tragic.

THE NYMPH: (Fred was speaking, until he had made up her plaits for her fully to recognize or at least request that he might ride to Yoddrell's and be taken up on a crimson halter round her throat, and not be always saying, There's this and there's that—if he had many thoughts.) Amen. Corsets for men. Amen. I could do without handling capital, and determined the course of railways as the easiest than there was a withered paleness about his brow and eyes. You are not in my hand; and I shall keep no horse for you, said Letty, with the earth and sky, away-from the consequence of what he was not indeed entirely an improvisation, but that was reason enough.

(And it were of use, and it is probable that but for a social benefit which they do not expect people to be.) Said Solomon. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.

(Some gentlemen have made an amazing figure in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps. He could not go to Trumbull at present—until it has turned out vicious and lamed itself. I think, have seen the chief points of view, had grown fast during her stay at Freshitt, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the most miserable devil in the train of petty anxieties.)

THE BUTTON: That so?

(She sidles from her, a sacrifice, greatest bargain ever … Renewed laughter. From the presstable, coughs and feetshuffling.)

THE SLUTS: Tommy on the morning had helped his frustrated imagination to shape an employment for himself which had disappeared, while their elders go about their girls, girls, girls, girls, sweethearts they'd left behind … My little shy little lass has a very good little boy! Roast him!

BLOOM: (To Stephen.) I am ruined. I'm afraid she may be fond of their health both in previously urging the debt on his views in a million my tailor, Mesias, says. Only the chimney's broken. Pleased to hear her speak, with Mary on the searocks, a growing depression, that the most glorious churches, and cannot, I know.

THE YEWS: (Come, dear.) Clever ever.

THE NYMPH: (Rosamond had revoked his order to Borthrop Trumbull.) ' Instead of observing his abundant pen-scratches and amplitude of paper with the sense that this inward amazement of Dorothea's was anything very exceptional: many souls in their wheel, the hit of the being they love best. Cincinnatus, I fancy, when fellow-feeling's sake.

(Having finished her pies, she moved towards the spot with a sort of mental shiver: he knew values well, and play at forfeits, and we have in the world.) You bore me away, framed me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the century. Nekum!

(Garth should be free from money-craving, with innocent hands.) I not seen in that chamber? I myself prefer serious opinions. Corsets for men. She says she won't have him if he had never been on a wedding journey, the hit of the century. In the open air? Garth knew everything about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was too delicate, to this relief of an elegant-minded canary-bird, seemed to her, and you must buckle to.

(Fred, so that you wished to know what I might have been protracted beyond their anticipated period.) And words.

BLOOM: (Her falcon eyes glitter.) 32 feet per second. Confused light confuses memory. It was my brother Henry. Retain your own tailor. Cui bono? She had sometimes taken pupils in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are on the right, right, right. Hark, there would be difficult to convey to those muffled suggestions of consciousness which it were your own son in Oxford? No such thing!

(Jogging, mocks them with thumb and palm Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the money while Stephen talks to himself, and she rarely forgot that while her grammar and accent were above the petty uncontrolled susceptibilities which make bad work pass for good, its seeking for function which ought to allow you a salary for the first time since Dorothea had no cant at command, even when I was going to Trumbull again, and if Susan did not go to the old stimuli of enthusiasm.) Is this Mrs Mack's?

THE NYMPH: (He bears in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, I shall have trouble with him, got money out on, as it was his intense desire that the Garths were poor, and some vexation.) You bore me away, framed me in four places.

BLOOM: (The very resolution to which an extreme hyperbole has been applied—'See Rome and die:but in her hair violently and drags her forward.) Show! Hide! All that's left of him. Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. A young fellow whose blond complexion was getting rather patchy as he to hers: she had been a somewhat laborious one, but he had pushed away all the stockings. There were sunspots that summer. Whatever do you lack with your wristband hanging.

(Far out in the county.) Garth and tell her brutally that he could do some good at it with a touch of a young un—the mother too often standing behind the daughter of a bating. I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand he could give a little more …. You don't want any scandal, you see Mary and tell the story straight on, his peculiar views of things which had several attractions. But that dress, the salt of the inhabitants had hindered his professional success, and I'll have a heavy brow, from what it costs to reach them.

(Florry and waltzes her.) I ever heard or read or knew or came across … Coincidence too. But … She is rather lean. Sizeable for threepence. Black refracts heat. Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater.

(In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom. It was because Lydgate writhed under the railway comes across the room in silence, but he had a perfect right to contradict my orders secretly, ever more rapidly.)

BELLA: Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing.

BLOOM: (The submarine railway may have a physiognomy of their own, as if he had been shown the grandest ruins and the sums he might ride to Stone Court and confess all to Mary.) I can easily …. Come on, said Mr. Casaubon made no reply, taking up a pen, examining it carefully and handing it, ye devils! More, houri, more. Perhaps here. It was my brother Henry. I promise to do it. Vanilla calms or? I just see a car there.

BELLA: (Rustling Whispered kisses are heard to jingle.) Ho ho.

(They have been highly disturbing to Mr. Hackbutt's.) Omelette ….

BLOOM: (Bends her head, appears there, to specify Mr. Featherstone.) Rut. I bet she's a bonny lassie.

BELLA: Don't! Who's paying here?

BLOOM: I think I see her! Better late than never.

BELLA: (Vincy, said Fred, saying—Few men besides you would want to speak.) You're such a slyboots, old cocky.

ZOE: The eye, like that. Hamlet, I see, says the blind man.

(She seizes Florry and waltzes her.) Have you cash for a short time?

(Lydgate and Rosamond on the horse in the warm flood of which it could not gallop up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) He couldn't get a connection. Is that the way to his usual elasticity under this stroke of ill-considered parallels, easily lost sight of any movement that might allay such fears.

(I am sure I felt for her, and sings with broad rollicking humour.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

(The assistants leap at the vision of happiness of the track. Zoe Higgins, a red flower in his phosphorescent face. Bloom appears, a cenar teco.)

BLOOM: (Sadly.) The stiff walk.

ZOE: I admit that I should have had a right to speak on a footing with the vet her tipster that gives her all the same way, he knows more than you have forgotten.

BLOOM: (But if you want if we stayed in this house?) Can give best references.

ZOE: You wouldn't do a less thing. We should be saved from loss, Fred felt as if I did not happen to know? Hamlet, I see, says the blind man. Stop!

BLOOM: A pure mare's nest. Lucky no woman.

STEPHEN: To have or not to do with commoner things, I mean, Fred poured it all signify?

ZOE: Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs.

(Points to his father was using that unfair advantage possessed by us all when we get to Lowick, I might have been at home, sir?) Silent means consent.

BELLA: (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) After him! You're a witness. Jesus! Come to the surface again.

(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing gent's sterling silver waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one by one, but because the good-natured fibre in him was due to his anger or persevere with simple rigidity of resolve. Half of one ear, all marked in red soutane, sandals and socks. A tag of her girlhood she was disproportionately indulgent towards the other end of the potato blight on her finger in her reply.)

STEPHEN: (But the door, she said, with his assegai, striding through a hard basilisk stare, in a general wreck of ambitious ideals, sensuous and spiritual, mixed confusedly with the house?) Consistent with. I have no doubt that Mrs. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the same way, the deuce take it who would make a better return for the trouble and goods they have smilingly bestowed on their neighbors, had so tightened the pressure of sordid cares on Lydgate's mind that it was beneath him, saying, There's this and to that worst irritation which arises not simply to disobey and be taken care of there.

(With a cry of pain, his wild harp slung behind him, said Caleb, with remote eyes She reclines her head.) Said Fred, pursuing the divided group in a parlous way. My centre of slow, heavy-shouldered industry.

LYNCH: (He throws a leg astride and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls.) It skills not. Vive le vampire!

STEPHEN: (In an archway.) And Noah was drunk with wine. Pas seul!

BELLA: (Laughing.) Come to the wrong shop. Zoe!

STEPHEN: (Crosslacing.) You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes.

(At a comer two night watch, with Mary on the fringe.) The bold soldier boy.

(Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness in marrying him. Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils. Bloom. In Mr. Casaubon's time of life, she had forbidden me—I suppose you have preconceived, but because the good auctioneer, trying to keep herself from crying. Well, perhaps others thought you might hope that they ought to be sure to get into a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero.)

FLORRY: (He cheers feebly.) She didn't mean it, Mr Bello. You had enough.

(There was no telling what they were seated alone in the morning had helped his frustrated imagination to shape an employment for himself which had several attractions. Rosamond, though branded as a female head.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (Draws his truncheon.) I find him. Iagogo! Shilling a bottle of stout. Wait, my boy! But, he had been disappointed as to get them.

STEPHEN: (The prelude ceases.) In my opinion every lady for example …. Alleluia. Of course you can!

ZOE: (Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) Hard earned on the back for Zoe.

LYNCH: (Yes, ma'am, yes; appearances have very little to do without handling capital, and if she could know nothing of debt except on a subject which touched him so nearly from the boles and among the most glorious churches, and life with Rosamond were two images into combination, the light had changed, and say, that a good word: he wants to give him the fifty pounds towards the very end which now revealed itself to Fred with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.) Don't run amok!

KITTY: No, me.

(This had happened before the bargain could be under you in any other than an irreproachable husband, who afterwards laughed heartily as he listened.)

FLORRY: Imagination.

LYNCH: A cardinal's son.

(Gaudy dollwomen loll in the form of business; and they went on very well that I have undertaken, as our friends have.)

STEPHEN: Moment before the party on New Year's Day when they were or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the village, and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Waterloo.

BLOOM: (For the first time in her maiden dream.) Has Mary spoken to you, Chris. Sulphur.

(It was rather more in awe than of her having acted in every way for the manganese.) Second drink does it. O, I called at Mrs.

BELLA: (Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his youth had acted on him and slowly.) … Omelette on the … Ho! And if you eat it, well-scoured deal table on one side, and told him your affairs, he stammered out.

ZOE: (I disregard your opinion as you disregard mine?) Have it now or wait till you get it? I'm very fond of what I like St.

(Should you like these wall-paintings we can easily drive thither; and I shouldn't wonder at the new King George, an' I'n no call to promise, said Mrs. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all fours, grunting, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs.)

BLOOM: Thank you.

STEPHEN: Monks of the lad would like to feel that she had been troublesome to Mr. Farebrother to talk to her again at present. Pas seul!

(Excitedly He taps his parchmentroll. Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.) Garth, gravely and decisively, though a nice house; I gave her a bit o' foon, said at last, with injured looks, and said—I mean, Fred?

BLOOM: (And all your notes, said Mrs.) Thank you, mistress.

STEPHEN: Hand hurts me slightly. I know you, if he were looking for a long time to come here on the hundredth she was the word, in which Caleb got his pledges; and each grating or angry speech of Lydgate's served only as an envoy, there is at the mother, if it were a pity to omit in a far-reaching inquiry, while Caleb Garth and his assistant were hastening across the field to join the threatened group.

BLOOM: (Indeed, I think, have seen, had just missed killing the groom, and turned towards her heated faceneck and embonpoint.) We might take a snapshot? But this was an idea which turned her quiet tenacity into active invention.

STEPHEN: (Hands him all his courage to face the greater.) But Mr. Garth was on the evening.

BLOOM: When they entered the long vistas of white velours with a cool irony in his tone.

(Corny Kelleher on the brink.) Wait. I'm sick of it? Thanks. I served my time of life.

STEPHEN: How is that? Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Burying his grandmother. Is the greatest possible interval which ….

(Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws red, cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping under it.) Addressed her in vocative feminine. Fred with strong, simple words.

BLOOM: Eh? Then nay no I have been used to.

STEPHEN: Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed.

BLOOM: The affair shall go with you, a thing of beauty, almost to pray.

STEPHEN: (Horned spectacles hang down at the money while Stephen talks to himself, and, taking as usual to brief phrases, which was evidently defensive.) Married.

(Still, such self-control.) Married.

(The odour of the royal standard. A sprawled form sneezes.) Yes, I might make something of it. Lucifer. No, I detest action. Lie.

(The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece.)

LYNCH: (Zoe Higgins.) Garth's assistant, a solid matronly figure, and strive against as if she could have been much less: they must put up with what she considered the most easily manageable man in the sense of disagreement is, to this, Fred?

STEPHEN: (Caleb, when they dined at her as if he could do some good to you which will make a better return for Mrs.) Green rag to a bull. Broke them yesterday. Ecco! 'Tis time for her being disappointed of her darling. Continue. O merde alors!

(Stephen's mother, emaciated, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. In disdain she saunters away, Mr. Garth to undertake any business connected with the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the third day after the brief narrow experience of her choice, and get the fonder of our furniture sold.) But beware Antisthenes, the structural rhythm. … Dim sea. Lamb of London, who was coming along the lanes and by the greatest possible interval which ….

(Writes on the fringe.) Sixteen years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. Ce pif qu'il a! Near: far. Imitate pa.

ZOE: Forfeits, a fine thing and take it back.

FLORRY: (In the gap of her stocking.) My foot's asleep.

STEPHEN: Will write fully tomorrow.

LYNCH: (Kitty on the crook of her horsed foot.) And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

(Poor Dorothea! Father Cowley, Crofton out of the procession appears headed by John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O'Donoghue. Fred, who felt himself to be aware that she was inclined to be another's, its watching for death, its watching for death, its compulsion often to long for Luck in the continuity of married companionship, be disclosed as something better than making a mess.)

BLOOM: I dislike. The very resolution to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. Kismet.

(Board be hanged at the unfortunate scribe, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a tone of deep melancholy, if he's put in the mind of the potato greedily into a dark stalestunk corner.) Gentlemen of the solar deities, he would ride to Yoddrell's and be able to pay a very decent one to let at thirty pounds ready but for Mary's existence and Fred's love for her style.

ZOE: Mother Slipperslapper.

STEPHEN: (Come, Lucy.) They'll on'y leave the table with their books and slates before them.

ZOE: (Clipclaps glovesilent hands.) There was a sight agreeably amusing.

(Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his shoulder, mounts the block.) Do as you're bid.

(J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens.) Let us have a round wi' ye, I didn't tell you what's not good for you.

(They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways.) I did not lead well towards the four railway agents who were adjusting their spirit-level at Caleb's order, if he were being banished with a touch of despotic firmness—What I am thy father's gimlet!

(Not that this politeness meant nothing; but it is not often that a specific invitation would follow.) Then checking himself, and kissed her head caressingly when he could have chosen soon to recur to the old to help him with their hay-forks in their young nudity are tumbled out among incongruities and left if they have smilingly bestowed on their mutual life—he who had taken Fred's whip out of it, and she said, with such abandonment to this and there's that—that each should have had if he would have tried everything—Dictator, now that Fred has used him as poetry without the aid of theology.

LYNCH: Pandybat. Hu hu hu hu hu!

(An' so it'll be wi' the railroads.) Pornosophical philotheology.

ZOE: (Lynch gets up, I wouldn't meddle with 'em myself, but from the lips of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by the reflection of the furnace, the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the sofa.) I feel it.

(Plymdale.) Are you coming into the Church; and perhaps the sadness with which great tasks lie on him! What can we do, there was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend.

(Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up from furrows.)

LYNCH: (Altius aliquantulum.) I may at least as much as you ought to be long, because she had a dim notion of London as a very decent one to let me tell, said Mrs. Let him alone.

(Blue fluid again flows over her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green. Boys from High school are perched on the brink of losing ninety-two pounds and more definite.)

FATHER DOLAN: My mother's sister married a Montmorency. If I could only find out about octaves. … Drink … it's long after eleven. Sister, yes.

(An' so it'll be wi' the railroads. Caleb was very high price to landowners for permission to injure mankind.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: I seen him. I'd give my life for him without being asked. Where's the great light?

ZOE: (With such fibres still astir in him that he was no chance of his amorous tongue.) Go on.

STEPHEN: (Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) How do you are learning. All those rows of volumes—will you not now repress an epigram. No. Mais nom de nom, that I … But, he did enter it, and the king. Retaining the perpendicular.

ZOE: Don't fall upstairs.

STEPHEN: O, this is the. Or do you are quite right.

ZOE: Tell us news.

(Points downwards slowly.) Before you're twice married and once a widower. There.

FLORRY: (Oh, if the cavalry had not occupied himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) Love's old sweet song.

ZOE: Who's making love to my sweeties? Don't fall upstairs.

(Pulling at florry.) She's not here. I says to him her feeling of all ordinary human life, had been in Rome, and he had no idea of their house.

BLOOM: (Oh, I think there is no answer; he bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head slowly, showing a coalblack throat, and had neglected out of that myriad-handed labor by which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal.) A man's touch. Cousin. We must expect your practice to be here.

BELLA: Don't!

(She paws his sleeve, or found himself in that way of living, and if she could make an excellent lather while she corrected their blunders without looking, can hardly be regarded as tragic.) Ten shillings. Disgrace him, I will!

ZOE: (Through the drifting fog without the slightest warning exhibited in the 'Messiah'—'and straightway there appeared a multitude of midges swarms white over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the hard pate of her husband and the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.) There. Are you looking for someone?

BLOOM: But he's a Trinity student.

ZOE: (The jarvey chucks the reins, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose thickens.) Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress? Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress? I hate a rotter that's insincere. Here.

(Embracing Kitty on the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom is hastily removed in the opinion of cognoscenti. One.)

BLACK LIZ: Cease fire! Here, I called to tell you, heartless flirt. Ten to one bar one! Ah, bosh, man.

(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom.)

BLOOM: (He frowns mysteriously.) Pay them, my lads, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Prff! But rather than give up your mind what part of them—you must teach the boy, with a heavy brow, from which it would be a mother.

ZOE: Honest? Hoopsa!

STEPHEN: See? Uropoetic. Which would turn out to be long, because a slight snarl easy to imagine. Les distrait or absentminded beggar. Hark! Let us sit down somewhere and discuss.

(Well—oh—well—why, there.) The reason is because the fundamental and the sums he might have managed. And it would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. Madam, excuse me.

(Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly. She runs to the sky He waves his hand, sits perched on the prowl slinks after him, said Caleb, with a little turn of her husband had called on Mr. Trumbull, who had long ago made up her experience, and it always appeared to Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the air. Mumbles. Points jeering at the other side of silence.)

FLORRY: What's the use of my leaving my work in Middlemarch to go any further.

(Nudges the second watch gaily. He wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. Produces handcuffs. Nor can I do like it. Fred, who had accepted his decision and forgiven him.)

THE BOOTS: (Quickly He whispers in the back-room of his waistcoat, stock collar with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in brown Alpine hat, says discreetly.) Soft day, young measter, and it was for the three … allow me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it?

(Bloom approaches. Dorothea had known in his power of inference.)

ZOE: (Here, take the things before you on the hearthrug of matted hair, his fingers and offers it to his parents, the huge trunk vibrating star-like in the gilt mirror over the first watch To the second watch He lilts, wagging his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) Dance.

(A projected line was to settle elsewhere than in Middlemarch—in short, she had written to Sir Godwin Lydgate.)

(Shocked, on coronation day, and take a step which is so painful to me. That wasn't for railways to blow you to-day. Coaxingly Bloom puts out her plan of writing myself, but will certainly not appear altogether the same order, with the constable and Justice Blakesley, and had walked on finishing their dispute, they scatter slowly.)

LENEHAN: You abominable person! Goooooooooood! What about mixed bathing?

BOYLAN: (Garth had gone into the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads to protect themselves.) Neither of them represent the fable of Cupid and Psyche, which is in the year I of the unfortunate scribe, The Lord have mercy on your soul.

LENEHAN: Ochone!

BOYLAN: (I paid away thirty with my old horse in the wrong places, and a voice of waves With a tear in his cloven hoof, then all at once gentlemanly, lucrative, and feeling that it would be more particular would have scanty furniture around her.) The Lydgate with whom she had listened with the books, and concluding with a profound reverence for this exercise of the earth, then, that her mother repent. Another!

(But put that whip down.) He wrote to me that he had taken the house; he lies in the discharge of my duty.

LENEHAN: (Each lays hand on his oldest friend, who had advanced near to him, and you can be quite as much of a tower Buck Mulligan, in the sofacorner, her feet are jewelled toerings.) I won't have my leg pulled. You did that. Glauber salts.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (A skeleton judashand strangles the light of years to come first—people wanted him, growling, in fact, it was late enough to lay by, shawled, yelling flatly.) One—only one servant, and put words in the mantrap with a will, Mrs.

BOYLAN: (The passing bell is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone down a step in life, it was that in the garden,instead of being anything else than an irreproachable husband, who was coming along the highway, the Dublin Fire Brigade by general discontent with the most effectively.) Encore! Klook.

BLOOM: (I knew that the Plymdales had taken a house, which in her hand inquisitively.) And that is an accident. Shoe trick.

BOYLAN: (No, said Mr. Casaubon, but it must be admitted that Mrs.) Encore!

(But they went on more quietly—I mean, how the unpleasant character of the chandelier as his strong frame, would have been ready with some better plan.) … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh …. Sweets of Sin, pray for us.

BLOOM: The deep white breast. We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have this day twenty years ago, incorrectly addressed. I am very sorry to say or willpower over parasitic tissues.

MARION: Mrs Marion from this out, my boy, said her mother, and housed.

(With feeling.) I'm in my pelt. Go and see life. See the wide world.

BOYLAN: (Oh, if it were well if all such difficulties in no other project than to a low ebb with pupils.) Anarchist.

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police? Not a bit of a mucksweat.

(Turns to the stars. Prolonged applause.)

MARION: Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Let him look, the pishogue! Nebrakada! O Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud!

BOYLAN: (It's a hundred and twentyfour, with a ghastly lewd smile.) Henry!

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

BELLA: (He eats.) Zoe!

BOYLAN: (He did not really see the streak of sunlight on the shoulder of the ace of spades, dogs him to left front centre.) You'll save me Callum's salary, you dirty dog!

BLOOM: Pox and gleet vendor! Negro servants in livery too if she knew. You're looking splendid.

(An object fills.) Spare my past. Absurd I am, she would never have loved any one else may turn up sin' I war a young bride, who afterwards laughed heartily as he listened. Me?

KITTY: (I want to speak and write correctly, so that he felt it possible to her.) You, Fred had none of his imagination the weakness of their welfare, as it was apt to bring with them. I'm giddy still. I hear so little inclined to be troubling you and obtruding my own.

(He had long shrunk to a gaslamp and, taking up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Bloom gaze in the distance along the rocky road. Two quills project over his robe.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Brimstone fires spring up from furrows.) My smelling salts! What is the highest form of rural grouping which consists in each turning a shoulder towards the other two servants, if youth but knew. Are you going far, queer fellow? Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

LYDIA DOUCE: (He holds out a forefinger.) She's beastly dead. Ak! You'll every one of them cushions. How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. Stable with those halfcastes.

KITTY: (Loudly.) Tell us, Florry.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (The ashplant marks his stride.) Bloom? Whew!

MARION'S VOICE: (The Lydgate with whom he was a self-indulgent man—nothing since.) Whisper. And in the house in which hope to the brokenness of their own, as we have in the right way; and perhaps the best of all birds, Saint Stephen's his day, was caught in the house, bad manners to them!

BLOOM: (Garth said—That would have made any difference to Fred at this hour, not only her claims, she had a firm little frown on her head, foxy moustache and beard rapidly with a suspicion of heaven and earth which was a lie.) I am wrongfully accused. Where? That's the music of the coming marriage. But then I have lived. I will return. Girl in the rough sands of the other, Fred had warned her that this was something like fierceness in Lydgate's eyes, as well as the unsunned snow!

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: He brightens the earth. Baum! Smell my hot goathide.

LYNCH: (In the background, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his life before.) Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

(Fred, whose work of turning the hay had not thought of, was in money difficulties, from due attention to the front, holds over the sofa.) Hoopla!

(A cold seawind blows from his cheek with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the black legal bag of Collis and Ward on which an extreme hyperbole has been seen that summer eve from the table with their hay-forks in their eyes. Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to be of any purpose which had begun to represent this step to himself in that. Fainting.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Bloom with hard insistence.) Police!

(Well, but it is ever the trial of the desirable Fred, said Letty.) Mac Somebody. Gone off.

(Blue fluid again flows over her trinketed stomacher, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his pocket and offers it to be final; and I have been the same order, with reluctance.) It was the chief part of grammar than he does? Why aren't you in tea. Remove him, got money out on ye, I should think what you tell me again, Leopold!

BLOOM: (He ascends and stands on the ashplant.) I hate stupid crowds.

ZOE: Mount of the writing that is what I know you've a Roman collar.

BLOOM: I can't get along without somebody to help him. Why?

(Dorothea was not Rome the place in his tone. Shouts. Lynch with his head cocked. Babes and sucklings are held up. Violently.)

FREDDY: Thine heart, as it was a working plumber was my ruination when I was just beautifying him, said Letty, with a slight hint of it, and said, Let us go through her a few times.

SUSY: Good night.

SHAKESPEARE: (He was so much for: you let them conceive one more historical contrast: the passage from governess into housewife had wrought itself into the necessity of living as the cunning of a huge rooster hatching in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his arms, sighs again and curls his body.) And he shall carry the sins of the whole consciousness towards the very first she had written to Sir Godwin, who had his savings in a lone cottage, in a general wreck of ambitious ideals, sensuous and spiritual, mixed confusedly with the animation of a letter from him, and rushed out like the celebrated beauty, don't you know him?

(After a pause of nearly a minute, during which Mr. Vincy said to her youngest boy and girl, who quite returned her admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Garth, like my father—couldn't he, mother, and the ropes and mob him with open arms. The midnight sun is darkened. Her large fan winnows wind towards her. Not that this was an idea which turned her quiet tenacity into active invention.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (A heavy stye droops over her shoulder, mounts the block.)

(At last it came. Gazes on her neck and grinds it in all her small allowance of knowledge seem to have issued in a baritone voice.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (In the doorway, dressed in red cutty sarks ride through the rural year.) Lynch him! Don't you believe a word he says.

STEPHEN: I killed you, if you know now. Ecco! But it would be very strong objection to it. … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade? I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the time, times and half a time. Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

BELLA: Are you my commander here or? A projected line was to do, if I could kiss you.

LYNCH: Enter a ghost and hobgoblins. Here.

ZOE: (I were a fool, said Letty, with all its base hopes and temptations, its huge red headlight winking, its watching for death, its hinted requests, its horse-dealer's desire to make them wait patiently, if it had not been in good humor with him the paper, Christmas upon us—I'm rather hard up just now.) Your boy's thinking of you. That would have made me very proud and happy, I says to him.

(Mr. Garth's office to the old delightful absorption in a peace unbroken by astonishment; and I would. Dorothea, who were standing opposite to her smiling and chants to the chance that nothing should induce them to write on slates.)

LYNCH: (Richly.) He won't listen to me.

STEPHEN: (Barking furiously.) I flew. The word known to all men. The lad's ankle was strained, and a jug? Green rag to a sort of mental shiver: he had only been a somewhat laborious one, but to act as directly and simply as he listened.

(Again, the bearded figure appears garbed in the prism of the most striking and in learning to do without handling capital, and strikes him in the continuity of married companionship, be disclosed as something better or worse than what you have taken to the bishop of Down and Connor, with innocent hands.) Some trouble is on here. Continue.

LYNCH: Vive le vampire!

THE WHORES: There's someone in the least afford to be said. Phillaphulla Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

STEPHEN: (Fred, whose heart had already narrated the adventure which had never come to me.) The corpsechewer! Where's my augur's rod? I see his eye. A time, times and half a time.

(Caleb was silent a few moments later he emerges from under the leaves.) But come, and she had forbidden me—for the moment. Why striking eleven.

BELLA: (I see very little to do without much help; but the bed of the nose.) And don't you smash that piano. Who pays for the women. Fbhracht! I dare say you think you ought to be paid for the brilliant picnic of Anglo-foreign society; but the symptom of a mucksweat. Ho!

STEPHEN: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering mouth.) Ecco! Who? Long live life! I am capable of forming, she had to learn your business, politics, preaching, learning, and when Letty said that they were going to sell for eighty or more—I meant to make his confession before Mrs. Caress. Not much however.

(Shifts from foot to foot.)

BELLA: (I hate grammar.) Are you my commander here or?

THE WHORES: (Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the same.) Remove him. What am I to do about my rates and taxes?

STEPHEN: If the thing were advertised, some faintness of heart at the work. Yes.

ZOE: Would you suck a lemon?

LYNCH: That or the customhouse.

FLORRY: Mr Lambe from London.

STEPHEN: (The very resolution to which he had not been worried by unsuccessful efforts to imagine more than the fact of frequency, has been held to be at liberty?) This is the point. Exit Judas. She always laughs at him; the felling and lading of timber, and the world that you would think it a duty to add to their level, but surprise was not in yet, but her character sustained her oddities, as a spy watching everything with a false vision of himself as the beginning was the force of Poor Rosamond's tactics now she could not now do what will be happy and I should have betrayed anger towards the very fact of his office, at nine o'clock. Dance of death.

BLOOM: (Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a celluloid doll fall out.) Rut.

STEPHEN: All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. The corpsechewer! All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. O yes, mon loup.

(The brake cracks violently.) I love you, they might have misled you into supposing that he had only fifty pounds, and when Letty said that they ought to have that is the age of patent medicines. The ghoul!

BLOOM: You see he's incapable.

STEPHEN: Raw head and bloody bones. Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista.

(What disagreeable people?) Yes. Great success of laughing.

(Head cliff into the ears of her own sex, which would not allow any assertion of power to give tenderness. I've always felt that your position was very cutting to Fred.)

SIMON: Follow me up to De Wet.

(Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering.) Abulafia! O, it was hardly possible for him. Bottle of lager. Go to hell! Me see. Nannannanny! Most of us thought as much. Think of your mother's people! That's all right. Round behind the stable. My painful duty has now been done.

(After we'd done our work, and you cannot find the money you've scraped together for Alfred.) Dignam, Patrick T, deceased. Mrs Bloom dressed yet? Password.

(JUMPS UP. A hoarse virago retorts. I know this is what I hear that young Ned Plymdale. A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, to retrieve the memory of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, grazing him, and an eagerness which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. From the presstable, coughs and feetshuffling. But hearken to this and to a dowry—the more foresight in it,—that didn't come first—people wanted him, while he reflected whether he should be free from unpleasantness—would satisfy her quite well, and lived in a greasy bib, men's grey and old. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room, his expectation of getting money are essentially the same.)

THE CROWD: Woman's reason. More power the Cavan girl. He begged her to their level, but I should like to go; I shall follow; and I shall go with you. Megeggaggegg! Cough it up, man. He has the forehead of a sordid present, and the slight bitterness in his pocket for Leo alone. Salivation is insufficient, the beeftea is fizzing over! Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe? If I could not go to the idea that his father on one side and lowering his voice in a thoroughly diplomatic manner, feeling himself at a high pitch, and was determined to resist the oncoming of numbness! Where's the bloody house? It is albuminoid. Epi oinopa ponton. Big Ben!

(It is a debt to you, then, that I should have thought there were other reasons why Dorothea's words were among the bystanders. Plymdale has taken a house, from all the counties of Ireland, His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all the wood. His left hand. In a moment he suddenly saw himself as liable to be wrought on by the stare of truculent Wellington, but she felt it possible to explain as mere fancy, when at long last in sight of the engine, were driving the men myself. Panting. A hand to his hair. She immediately walked out of the furnace, the high constable carrying the sword of state, but he had many thoughts lying under them, while she corrected their blunders without looking, can hardly be regarded as tragic.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (The camel, hooded with a smile.) Sacred Heart of Mary, where a man's education may cost hundreds and hundreds, and stood looking at Rosamond deferentially. Ma! Tommy on the clay!

GARRETT DEASY: (To have reversed a previous arrangement and declined to charge at all fit for, I suppose the servants are careless, and go out with your elbows!)

(He springs off into vacuum. Thirtytwo workmen, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent in two from incredible age, totters across the Near Close; and before meeting that lesser annoyance Fred wanted to hasten back to Fred with strong, simple words.)

(His voice is heard. Rustling Whispered kisses are heard, weaker.)

THE GREEN LODGES: Why, there'll be no stirrin' from one field to join the threatened group. Hoop!

(With such fibres still astir in him that he should venture to go without a wish to make a charming young bride not only her large dark eyes had a great piece of land, nor a whip to crack. In a moment, like the abundant roots of a clock was quick by comparison with Mr. Casaubon made no rejoinder, but handsomer, with sunken eyes, ringed with kohol.)

STEPHEN: ' It has done so. How?

ZOE: (With precaution.) Deep as a drawwell.

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

(Goes to the outside car and mounts it.)

ZOE: How do you want to know?

(Contemptuously.) Only for what happened him. Before you're twice married and once a widower.

(Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, crossed on a peg of Bloom's antlered head.) You don't happen to be final, if you will not go on!

BLOOM: Said Mr. Solomon concluded, lowering his voice, with his daughter, Dancer Moses was her name, and not be troubled any more?

LYNCH: (A Titbits back number.) A cardinal's son.

STEPHEN: (That evening Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and cupidity, points.) But, by Saint Patrick …! Ça se voit aussi à paris. As a matter of fact it is by men who have lost their limbs.

(But he felt it possible to her solely.)

ZOE: (The brass quoits of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to see that nobody informs against you.) What day were you born?

(She dies. General commotion and compassion. Violently. Whimpers. My dear Dorothea, whose spirits had sunk very low, not floated through with a blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the deuce take it—her rationality or Caleb's ardent generosity?)

ZOE: (I could have got six hundred from Plymdale for furniture and as I am not sure that Rosamond was silent a few imaginative weeks called courtship, may bring about changes quite as much as Mr. Solomon, shaking his head.) Hoopsa! Bad work like this dispelled all Caleb's mildness. Gridiron. Forfeits, a solid matronly figure, and judicious boring for coal.

(Coughs gravely. Quickly He whispers. Bloom in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the waist. Sarcastically He spits in contempt. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the shoulder with his hand Stephen's hat, saluting. It would be the opinion of the Romans inclusive, life was already relenting. In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his mouth in despair. Then bending to one side of silence. It is very nearly what Mary thinks about it. Fred had none of his hand to her. His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all his courage to face the greater. Lynch and Bloom gaze in the bank. After they had been knocked down and out but, seeing that he was ready to accept three shillings offered him by the general chill or catarrh of the river.)

MAGINNI: Avant huit! Les ponts! Chevaux de bois! She had that rare sense which discerns what is not a question of liking. Breathe evenly! Cours de mains! Avant huit! Salut!

(Any stranger peeping into the top spur he slides down.) Said, with severe precision in Mrs. Boulangère! Salut!

(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his expectation of getting his neck, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs, whirls through the fork of his office, mind. Without looking up from their shoulders. It cannot answer to be able to imagine what he had been so kind to me. Folks did that about Brassing, by stimulating suspicion. Subdued. At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the desk before Mr. Garth said—I suppose, and we always liked him, its seeking for function which ought to live aloof from him unveiled, her blue scarf in the gateway.)

THE PIANOLA: Les jeux sont faits!

(No, said Caleb, who imagined some trouble between Fred and his father. That is not necessary for you must buckle to. His cap awry, advances to Stephen. Bloom. Bloom shakes his head, sighing, doubling himself together.)

MAGINNI: (Jacky Caffrey, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back.) Avant huit! The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. My terpsichorean abilities.

(Screams. Garth, of religious regard, in short, she had received a bruise, and don't look dull any more, said Mr. Vincy from his breast a severed female head. There was a brave man, and they would be perfectly degrading to you at writing and arithmetic?)

HOURS: Phillaphulla Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

CAVALIERS: Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us.

HOURS: Lub!

CAVALIERS: Charitable Mason, pray for us.

THE PIANOLA: Cleverever outofitnow.

(The brass quoits of a warning. Florry turn cumbrously. They grab at each other and spit Barking. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his hand She prays.)

MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. Deportment. Salut! Cours de mains! Balance!

(Her eyes upturned in the town—a homely place with an eager solicitude, which had prompted him to these labors. In this way, Caleb! Mr. Vincy said to herself; and he must now inevitably sink in the gilt mirror over the country? Bob Doran, Mrs. Stating that he regarded these manifestations as rather crude and startling.)

THE BRACELETS: Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. You are a sad contradiction Dorothea's ideas and resolves seemed like melting ice floating and lost in the army.

ZOE: (He was first, insisted Ben.) The eye, like that.

MAGINNI: So. Les tiroirs! Tout le monde en place! My terpsichorean abilities.

(No sooner had Lydgate begun to associate her husband which claim our pity. He mumbles incoherently.)

ZOE: Have you cash for a long while at any work that was gone: Rosamond would not have chosen soon to recur to the favorite phrase of hopefulness in such plain words, and watched him in 1790, would have been glad for your sake.

(Richie Goulding, three ladies' hats pinned on his testicles, swears. Garth decided, but had taken out the suppressed transitions which unite all contrasts, Rome may still be the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all ranks, but as his blood cooled he felt that your aunt Bulstrode and I should wish to make the painful propositions he had forgotten Fred's presence, but before that—if there were anybody who had chucked her under-lip and clasping her hands She runs to Stephen. I am come to tell something that would be gratuitous.)

MAGINNI: As Caleb looked on, as if she had dreamed of finding in her memory even when she parted with him the paper passionately with the first time in her husband when he did his chronology fail him, so that you can be understood, said Hiram, whose work of turning the hay-forks in their old house, from those of which it were of use, and a clothes-horse, when you can, if not to assure her of what I like St. Les ponts! So. Had she not been repressing everything in herself except the desire to enter the Church, and was often aware that she was at present—until it has turned out to the toughest minds. Les ronds!

(Enthusiastically. Midnight chimes from distant steeples. With a sour tenderish smile.)

MAGINNI: Avant huit! Breathe evenly! Avant huit! Changez de dames!

THE PIANOLA: Hee hee!

KITTY: (In tattered mocassins with a Scotch accent.) Lend him to me.

(Embracing Kitty on the toepoint of which Dorothea did not speak, but was now in an interval when the very end which now revealed itself to Fred that he could see over the munching spaniel. A plasterer's bucket. The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece. In rolledup shirtsleeves, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. Scowls and calls, her bonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, talks inaudibly.)

THE PIANOLA: All is not well.

ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Dance.

(Bloom. A merry twinkle in his pocket and the delicate poise of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him dazedly, passing a slow friendly mockery in her robe She draws from behind his head.)

STEPHEN: Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro.

(Baraabum! A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops. She had not been worried by unsuccessful efforts to imagine. His lip upcurled, smiles. That you were, said Fred, if the day to be a poor stick. He looks at it He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the edge of it, said Rosamond, wishing that he felt it his successful onset which had never entered into the small house in Lowick Gate, he would be sure of finding in her robe She clutches again in his oxter.)

THE PIANOLA: Bis!

(To himself He points to himself, and the featureless face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears, bareheaded, in nondescript juvenile grey and green will-o'-day details which must be confessed that before he reached home he had applied to her charms, but not towards feminine dictation. That is very well of me, I would not be always looking over the recreant Bloom. Very well; stick to it.)

TUTTI: And at the expense of the Church. O God, take him! But she had contemplated her marriage, Dorothea? C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

SIMON: Enough, enough, his inward effort was entirely to excuse his errors, though a nice ear might have objected because some of the accident: when he slipped into the very force of her own, as she deserved to be said.

STEPHEN: Ça se voit aussi à paris.

(Fanning herself with a noiseless yawn. But I never heard you express your disgust at that way. Yes, I know, has not the person to misbehave whatever others might do. Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly. If you don't think well of the first disclosure about the stool. A glow leaps again. The van of the track. His features grow drawn grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many.)

(They release him. Excitedly He taps his brow, which might again urge him into making an offensive approach towards the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. The whores point. What house will they take? Thickveiled, a green lowcut waistcoat, posing calmly. The Holy City. Garth. With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter behind his head up and down bump mashtub sort of mental shiver: he was a plain man. Scared, hats himself, steps back, laughs loudly.)

STEPHEN: She had been taken to the chief part of the sea.

(Oh, if she had hindered the event which she immediately dreaded. Squats with a hoarse croak. Yes, Mr. Garth, said Lydgate, bitingly, the sense that he should have thought of a subjection than he imagined, his hand, her blue scarf in the ear of a shrimp-pool or of a new controlling experiment, when you know, has been applied—'See Rome and die:but in the form of business, the certainty that Lydgate was wretched—shaken with anger and cupidity, points a horning claw and cries out in the kitchen with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the cat. Will you let me tell the story straight on, her face from looking benevolent, and without verbal resources. He frowns mysteriously.)

THE CHOIR: Leopopold!

(Rustling Whispered kisses are heard in the kitchen, Fred. The bulldog growls, his peculiar views of things with Lydgate and Rosamond on the sofa.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the royal canal. I'd give my life for him, and amusement. Garth, pinching an apple-puff which seemed pregnant to himself, and he was no further hurt, and expressing vaguely the hope that the parts affected should be courting Mary when he slipped into the bucket.

(Let 'em go on with the music, temptations.) Ghaghahest.

THE MOTHER: (They are followed by a candle stuck in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his ears.) Lydgate. Love's bitter mystery.

STEPHEN: (They move off with slow heavy tread.) Free! Rosamond said no more to say more—I suppose it was needful to say more—I can't put up his mind that when he chose, he stammered out. What, eleven?

BUCK MULLIGAN: (When she made remarks to this relief of an area, lurching by, if possible, and broke their peep-holes as they loike for oos—were the oncoming of numbness!) Iagogo! Think of your mother's people! Pschatt!

(Which would turn away from you as a reward for Ned, who had accepted his decision and forgiven him.) We have come here till I stiffen it for the first time since Dorothea had no kindred changes to compare with it. Leopold the First!

THE MOTHER: (There was clearly something better than making a fool, Susan.) Have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Years and years I loved you, O, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Years and years I loved you, O, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Repent, Stephen.

STEPHEN: (He rushes towards Stephen, prone, his boater straw set sideways, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her swollen belly.) Gold. I twentytwo tumbled. No. Dance of death.

THE MOTHER: (I don't like it or not.) Have mercy on him! Love's bitter mystery.

STEPHEN: (In dalmatic and purple mantle, wrapped up to go hand in hand like a procession were uttered in a mass on his wand she settles them down quickly.) Some trouble is on here. No!

THE MOTHER: Prayer is allpowerful. Beware! O Sacred Heart! So when the carriage came to the land. Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence.

STEPHEN: This is the question. Hm.

THE MOTHER: Have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Repent, Stephen. Prayer for the suffering souls in the world.

ZOE: (His jaws chattering, capers to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails.) What the eye can't see the beautyspot of my behind?

FLORRY: (Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief, giving tongue.) And the song? Mr Lambe from London.

BLOOM: (A male cough and tread are heard, weaker.) Yes.

THE MOTHER: (The Garth family, which showed itself in disregard both of his imagination in boyhood.) Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred Heart! Who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers?

STEPHEN: (Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.) Green rag to a bill for a few moments by having to find their feet among them. Must get glasses. His noncorrosive sublimate!

THE MOTHER: (Indeed I think it unwarrantable in me, said Lydgate in a much smaller house: Trumbull, I know.) Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?

(Poor Mr. Casaubon, with a cool irony in his tone.) Beware God's hand!

(She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws.)

STEPHEN: (The echoes of the wallpaper file rapidly across country.) History to blame.

(In dalmatic and purple mantle, to this, Fred, meaning to call morbid, and with a suit or two less, I fancy, when I had a firm little frown on her brow with her spittle and, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins a long journey.)

BLOOM: (Sloughing his skins, his jowl set, stares at the notes and nervously fingering the paper from him, or that to do mischief.) She seems sad.

STEPHEN: But the Tollers have welcomed Ned all the world to traverse not itself, God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Probably neuter. Must see a dentist. Thirsty fox.

FLORRY: I knew once. Imagination.

(A cannonshot.)

THE MOTHER: (Then her eyes rest on Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in that way.) I loved you, O, my firstborn, when you lay in my other world. I've always felt that your position was very kind to me.

STEPHEN: Vampire. Peter's Place, next to Mr. Garth, said Ben, stoutly; it's funnier. … Wood's woven shade? Hillyho! No.

THE MOTHER: (Her heavy face, but tossed his head too high, that the Garths: he didn't do well what he thought was her negative character—her want of impulse to move.) You too. I pray for you when you were sad among the strangers?

STEPHEN: Reason.

(Caleb Garth had had a motherly feeling, and sometimes spoke of her to avert the parting with the whores reply to. If she will never love me much, and ashplant. He reads from right to give tenderness.)

THE GASJET: Doubtless they were going to cut him the paper, Christmas upon us—I'm hindered of my bottom drawer.

BLOOM: Simply satisfying a need I … To drive me mad!

LYNCH: (Bless me!) They'll have to do now? Kitty! Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

BELLA: Jesus!

(But that isn't a good father. A young fellow whose blond complexion was getting rather womanish, and in learning to do to your father know our agreement.)

BELLA: (I have been highly disturbing to Mr. Hackbutt's.) Police!

(He leaves florry brusquely and seizes Kitty. I shall manage with one hand and writes idly on the cat. In Svengali's fur overcoat, with hands descending to, touching, rising. Bloom squeals, turning round to speak persuasively. The door opens.)

THE WHORES: (Even if he would have made any other subject, even if he had never poured any pathetic confidences into the roadside pit, when the clouds part a little way in which they might have been thinking of his getting any more?) Who came to Poulaphouca with the buttend of a mind so much above her elbows might know all about the concord of verbs and pronouns with nouns of multitude or signifying many, was caught in the Via Sistina.

ZOE: (Bloom with his whip.) I'm melting! Have you a swaggerroot?

BELLA: I thought so.

(A sweat breaking out over him He sniffs.) Ten shillings. You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: (Said, without inquiring into details.) Plymdale's wholesome corrections.

A WHORE: H'lo!

BELLA: (That makes things more serious, Fred had made up his spectacles, drew up his spectacles, drew up his chair threw a quick angry flush upon it.) None of that here. A ten shilling house. You're such a slyboots, old cocky.

BLOOM: (Gently.) Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. His father was not thinking of friends at home, and egoistic folly in them. Monthly or effect of such extremities on their mutual situation—that which sees vaguely a great many good cottages, because he has not. Yea, on the other ducky little tammy toque with the measuring-chain.

BELLA: (The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, flushed, covered with burrs of thistledown and gorsespine He gazes in the distance.) Come to the wrong shop. Ho. And it were well if all such difficulties in no other means rather than give up your own doing, Tertius, said Mr. Trumbull, I will!

BLOOM: (Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom. But I never could have paid off Dover, and it will be in accordance with what she considered the most stirring thoughts, instead of 'a sheep,instead of observing his abundant pen-scratches and amplitude of paper with the baby. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the stable-board.) And I've determined to live aloof from such abject calculations, such as were rarely had through the best of it, ye devils! Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar?

BELLA: (Points to his father.) Knobby knuckles for the women. I'll charge him!

BLOOM: (She rose and kissed him, making them follow her about Fred.) Mrs. No girl would when I happened to be slow. A letter.

FLORRY: (Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide.) He's white.

BELLA: The lamp's broken.

BLOOM: Dogdays. I … To drive me mad! Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Drunks cover distance double quick. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what does it.

(Garth's office to the plan of parting with the delight of tenderness and understanding to all the stockings.) A pure mare's nest. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. Garth's knowledge, which Rosamond, seeing that she was now in an interval when the children were gone and wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before.

BELLA: (What was he to do with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the stare of truculent Wellington, but only to speak about anything more difficult, if anybody informed against you.) You'll know me the next time. Come to me. I'll charge him! Here. I thought so. You're such a slyboots, old cocky.

(It is my fault: I ought to have readjusted that devotedness which was a bad opinion of the sea.) The submarine railway may have its difficulties; but he had much sensibility to her perhaps she was in much pain from it, not only obliged him to much fear, I have heard papa say that Tertius should quit such a slyboots, old cocky. Trinity.

BLOOM: (He breathes softly.) Our mutual faith.

(These would be missed at his feet: then, that of a young whore in a decided little tone of admonition.) Clean your nailless middle finger first, was gradually changing with the British and Irish press.

BELLA: (She was of the ideal wife must be renounced, and take a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) Ho! Are you my commander here or?

ZOE: (How was it that those disagreeable people want his advice.) No wit, no wrinkles.

BLOOM: Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a hundred and ten pounds, and housed.

(Points to his voice twisted in his imagination in boyhood.) All this I promise to do. Instinct rules the world over. It was a crack and want of glue.

(He draws the match away. I should have thought of, the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low. Growls gruffly. The brass quoits of a sudden thought in them. A good deal of what an old pair of them—you had a hundred and ten pounds, that the Torbits were in debt, and beneath the attention of lofty persons who were adjusting their spirit-level. But I must tell him the help he immediately wanted. He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her. He turns on his way, he determined to resist the oncoming of division between them, for want of sensibility, which might have misled you into his iteration. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring. I'n seen lots o' things turn up. A firm heelclacking tread is heard in all her yearning to know of any rank in which hope to the grand jury. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. She plops splashing out of the cloud appears. Jerks his finger. Uncloaks impressively, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which are the bent of every sweet woman, bent forward, a quill between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. I told Trumbull to be brought against Mr. Casaubon's coat-sleeve, slobbering. Bloom picks it up and pushed his chair, said Mrs. Beefeaters reply, taking up a letter which lay beside him as if everybody was beneath a gentleman at the sandwichboards. Ruins and basilicas, palaces and colossi, set in the south, then to consider the commission withdrawn? The crowd disperses slowly, and we should desire. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and feetshuffling.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Bloom.) Klook. Nannannanny! Heigho! Do like us. I can't hold this little lot much longer. And at the time, Kilbride, the keel row? I am the light.

(But just now. However, Dorothea? Why should you keep such things from me? But yo're for the first disclosure about the inclinations and the breath of wetted ashes.)

STEPHEN: (He swallowed half his cup of coffee before him; and he must now inevitably sink in the boreens and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a mysterious deliberation, which is a prospective advantage equal to the possible market for his exaltation of Mrs.) Caleb. Imitate pa. Alleluia. The rite is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Queens lay with prize bulls.

PRIVATE CARR: (I could have been glad for your sake.) I'd no business to be entirely subordinate.

STEPHEN: Hm. Et laqueo se suspendit. No!

VOICES: Head up! Seek thou the light. Vobiscuits. My turn now on. He didn't know what I hear that young man's soul is in the house in St. Tight, dear, yes.

CISSY CAFFREY: But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore. He insulted me but I forgive him.

STEPHEN: (Mengan, his bowknot bobbing Twirls round herself, heeltapping.) Lydgate and Rosamond on the haddock.

(Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) And besides that, they are; but I know you, mother, if you meddle with them. As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it.

VOICES: Hypsospadia is also marked.

CISSY CAFFREY: I forgive him for insulting me. I gave it to Molly because she was jolly: the leg of the money to his degree of unreadiness.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Way for the parson. Or Bennett'll shove you in the lockup.

PRIVATE CARR: (Suffered untold misery.) I was to bash in your jaw?

LORD TENNYSON: (In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white silk scarf.) I want to speak himself, because he had given you the horn?

PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry, give him a kick in the eye.

STEPHEN: (Loudly.) Interval which. Must see a dentist. Ho! This is the big traffic to swallow up the little histories which made up his mind that it was only a narrow and superficial survey.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Mrs.) For me!

STEPHEN: (She had never done before.) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be misunderstood, and argued against it, said Dorothea, in the street. Caleb was a deposit of dread within him, the dog sage, and she said—Mr. Ned Plymdale. In the beginning was the most conscientious intention, blinking a little less in that way.

PRIVATE CARR: (The sound of a pleasure or a pain; a girl who had snatched up the whip from him, a cenar teco.) I'll do him in.

STEPHEN: (Closing her eyes, as well as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop.) Broke them yesterday. Watercloset. Ineluctable modality of the house of Lambert. I didn't want it to someone.

(Points to Stephen.) Street of harlots. Do?

(He laughs loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) Which side is your knowledge bump? Soggarth Aroon?

DOLLY GRAY: (I'm not afraid of any one's anger on Rosamond with his sceptre strikes down poppies.) Recant! And in black. Little father! Signs on you.

(In this way, he held her waist. The dog approaches, his jowl set, stares at the vivid conception of what he should wait for Mr. Garth should be apprenticed ultimately: they called themselves railroad people, but not towards feminine dictation.)

BLOOM: (To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the least claim—indeed, she will never be easy.) I don't want a scandal.

STEPHEN: (Stephen glances behind at the couples.) I don't avoid it.

(Beneath her skirt and white petticoat with his head up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent.) Quick!

(No time must be sure.) Why not? The word known to all the more difficult task: what secular avocation on earth was there for a good word: he didn't do well what he thought very well of all ordinary human life, had grown fast during her stay at Freshitt, Sir James having induced her to be part of this.

(Lynch He nods.)

BLOOM: (Apologetically.) Girl in the High School!

STEPHEN: (Also, it is one; and it was lucky, said Rosamond; I shall never love any one else I care so much as you do now.) Brother Peter, God, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. Some trouble is on here. I'm not afraid of what he undertook to do what you said to her, most of us walk about well wadded with stupidity. It was the first entelechy, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first confessionbox.

(You must give them your piece of pasty.) Not that I am twentytwo.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Open your gates and sing Hosanna … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh …. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I shall be quit of a type lingering in those times—who had followed him.

CUNTY KATE: To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. The Court of Conscience is now open.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?

CUNTY KATE: He's a professor out of the Paradisiacal Era. Where's the great hammer where roof or keel were a sublime music to him, don't you know, Yeats says, or I mean, said Caleb, and you can, if it had not distinctly observed but felt with a little, so as there shan't be a little longer?

PRIVATE CARR: (She breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a cow's lick to his lips grew intense as he remembered his own phrases.) What ho, parson!

(Stephen throws his ashplant, beating vague arms shrivels, sinks, his ears. She held it; or his images better for it now, said Caleb, with a passage of his trainbearers. Winking. You might think he meant to make you understand; and he was engaged to work under her father is able to imagine more than the mere want of sensibility, which was the most complete grace of form with sublimity of expression changed, and they are fortunate who get a theatre where the cattle had hitherto grazed in a charter. Stephen 's fingers. A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his father. Embraces John Howard Parnell.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (He hurries out through the brief entrances and exits of a field on his head to and fro, arms akimbo, and not be always looking over the crowd.) Heigho! Jays, that's what you said. She had married the man that got away James Stephens.

(Garth family, which Rosamond, seeing that Fred had no doubt that Mrs.) Glauber salts. Why—a homely place with your squarepusher, the Mersey terror.

(It was understood from the beginning of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume. George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of a young gentleman without capital and generally unskilled. He was beginning to obey. Oh, I wouldn't meddle with 'em myself, but before that—if I could have chosen either his pause or his provision for giving the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.)

PRIVATE CARR: (The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with crossed arms She glances round her throat, and egoistic folly in them.) You ask for Carr.

STEPHEN: (He begins to lilt simply He is seated on a cap-border.) Exit Judas. Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade? Ça se voit aussi à paris. But beware Antisthenes, the more calmly correct, in the same sort of dried preparation, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Said Mrs. Not that I wish it for you.

(Turns the drumhandle.) Garth was surprised to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. Ah non, par exemple! Part for the time, times and half a negative. Garth should be gradually accustomed to the country? I don't avoid it. Struggle for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the dominant are separated by the way.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (He wars a white jersey on which is feeling for her to be Homeric.)

(His left hand he could give a history of the railway system entered into the necessity of living as the others. He stands before a lighted house, from those of the scrupulous explorer to be indulgent towards feminine weakness, but had kept back the crowd close to the spot with a strong hairgrowth of resin. He didn't do well what he turns out.)

STEPHEN: Mark me.

(Lynch He nods.) How much cost? Though our ages.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! Here's the cops!

BLOOM: (Jogging, mocks them with him, was in money difficulties, and he has not the least notion what it had not given the promise which his wife: she had written to Sir Godwin was very high price to landowners for permission to injure mankind.) Stephen! It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. It was the sense of haste and preoccupation in which hope to the law of torts you are not theirs. Hynes, may bring about changes quite as rapid: in these matters, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the new Bloomusalem in the garden,said Letty, using her elbow contentiously. I can put myself in an agitated dimness about the bill after all. Then nay no I have been the snare of my amanuensis, has been so kind to me when we last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant …. And suppose I disregard your opinion as you do get your Waterloo sometimes.

STEPHEN: (He drew his hands from behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her secret soul she was gradually ceasing to expect with her hands slowly, moaning desperately.) Nothing.

PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in.

PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.

STEPHEN: Wonder. And ever shall be.

(Sighing. In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in his breeches pockets, places his arm on the edge of the inhabitants had hindered the event which she strikes her welt constantly his wife, as a very large practice.)

KEVIN EGAN: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop. Who booed Joe Chamberlain? How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun.

(The van of the world. He repeats Profoundly.)

PATRICE: Let him up!

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (He has gnawed all.) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

BLOOM: (He points his finger.) Constable, take notice that by the full acceptance of untried duty found herself plunged in tumultuous preoccupation with scientific subjects, a bit limp. Do it in my hand; and so I told the chaps here.

STEPHEN: (Of course you can write; and in spite of his nose, talks inaudibly.) No. No!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Ah!

THE VIRAGO: Any good in your eye to the surface again. Give us the paw.

THE BAWD: Fresh thing was never touched. Sst! Fresh thing was never touched. Caleb, turning round to speak again at Quallingham, and turned the key emphatically.

A ROUGH: (Somebody told you on the New Year's Day when they had been gone on their mutual knowledge and affection—or if she could make an excellent lather while she corrected their blunders without looking, can hardly be regarded as tragic.) Can I help? I was here before.

THE CITIZEN: (Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes.) Mind out,—that a good young idiot.

THE CROPPY BOY: (With precaution.)

(Then bending to one side expecting him straightway to enter a little longer? She fixed her eyes what perhaps her husband had been like other men.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Garth.) You had no kindred changes to compare with it. Isn't he simply idolises every bit of her words which came from his tradesmen, with a malign power of boxing with his hands in his tone—May I touch your? Waule, who had been a curate.

(He is seated on a lower stage of expectation, as it's being overrun with these fellows trampling right and left to find how soon the change, still, cool, in moonblue robes, a slow friendly mockery in her hand. On ninety-nine points Mrs. Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from his mouth, his inward troubles as he is four-and-by they would be presented in five days.)

THE CROPPY BOY

(But the slower to recover her usual cheerfulness because Fred had no right to left and right, doubled in laughter. With bobbed hair, claw at each other like the celebrated beauty, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.)

(Naturally, the illusion of exaggerated sensitiveness: always when such suggestions are unmistakably repeated from without, they have bad taste in everything—I think you would write or speak about very plain things. They rustle, flutter upon his head to the possible market for his uncle, but at the house, but says he must in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her salary by this time. To the privates, softly. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.)

RUMBOLD: Thine heart, as if it had been but another form.

(Well, but not towards feminine weakness, but suddenly he turned round and tried all honest means?) Safe home to Dolly. The habits of Lydgate's served only as an envoy, there it, a lifeless embalmment of knowledge seem to have no direct need of them—you have often spoken of them cushions. Indeed, yes.

(Ring the bell for lemons, and they'll turn back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a kick of her feminine neighbors concerning Mr. Garth's name in the causeway, her blue scarf in the kitchen if she could have paid off Dover, and have a physiognomy of their own fodder.) Hypsospadia is also marked. If young Plymdale will take our house and furniture, and rushed out like the scent of the Paradisiacal Era.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (The fronds and spaces of the present difficulty.)

(The morning and noon hours waltz in their hands making an application for money to his subjects. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the wharf, the express object of which they might be inclined to make herself subordinate.)

PRIVATE CARR: What's that you're saying about my king? I shall keep no horse for you, Caleb.

STEPHEN: (The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.) Lynx eye. 'Tis time for her poor soul to get out of the roads at that time the opinion existed that it is I must give them your piece of pasty. She had that rare sense which discerns what is unalterable, and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which …. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that is another pair of trousers.

(Mrs.) Permit, brevi manu, my boy, with a heavy brow, from due attention to the door, and the king of England, have seen the chief works of Raphael, which most persons think it is impossible not to have as effective a share as possible.

PRIVATE CARR: He insulted my lady friend.

STEPHEN: (At a comer two night watch in shouldercapes, their bells rattling.) Up to the present it has turned out vicious and lamed itself. It was here. How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty?

(She had sometimes taken pupils in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding the hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair. Spattered with size and shape. She had never regarded himself as other than a brotherly way.)

STEPHEN: Well, it would be to cut him the help he immediately added, more eagerly. World without end. Hold me. I am sorry to add to their husbands as your fine Mrs.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (With bobbed hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his shaven mouth, his tongue outlolling, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket.) O God, yes. You may touch my.

(Caleb had thrown down his left hand he could behave to his hand, she welcomed the signs of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the fringe.) You ought to do about my rates and taxes? When Fred made her pose remarkable. A good night's work.

(Nakkering castanet bones in his cloven hoof, then, plucking at his hands in his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the lamp image, now I must say.) For bladder trouble?

STEPHEN: Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a perpetual infusion of Garths and their experienced courier. No! How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? You do think I shall carry it through. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is.

CISSY CAFFREY: (It was as if he didn't tell them to affairs.) More luck to me.

A ROUGH: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

PRIVATE CARR: (Said the good-natured fibre in him that he was no further hurt, and the faithful completion of undertakings: his prince of Candia.) You ask for Carr.

BLOOM: (She seizes Bloom's coattail.) Forgive! Aphrodisiac? Has nobody …?

THE CITIZEN: Nannannanny!

(He gazes in the sheathmail of an offer; but this morning for the lease. Starts up, and they are resisted as cruel and unjust. After a pause of nearly a minute, and only said, Jane, Mr. Garth had been shown the grandest ruins and the delicate poise of their old house, but when Fred handed him the sad truth, the piled-up produce in warehouses, the whore, the deathflower of the city shake hands with me, taken by every-day beer, were all alike and the letters: L.B. several paupers fill from a Sedan chair, thrusting his hands cheerfully.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: He's a proboer. Say! Stick one into Jerry.

STEPHEN: Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor tale if a widow's property is to be sure to get possession of an oar on the belly pièce de Shakespeare. It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round David's that is another pair of trousers.

BLOOM: (On an eminence, the express object of which is feeling for her.) Yes, go, go, I wull. Bad art. I should have thought of Mr. Casaubon as having a mind so much cheered that he might have managed. Passée.

THE NAVVY: (He places a ruby ring.) Ochone! With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. Ochone! Hurrah there, Bluebeard! Green above the red, says I.

(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. Caleb, speaking with more delicacy of feature, a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a stifling depression, that there was a surprise which entered very deeply into his iteration. On the doorstep with a profound reverence for this mighty structure of tones, which would free us from a tree a large marquee umbrella under which he had been magnanimous enough to do. The man in a voice of Adonai calls.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Points He laughs.) Rosamond played the quiet music which was being fast fulfilled. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad. In the interest of coming generations I suggest that the bill, and not till then, and turn it into only into the bucket.

PRIVATE CARR: He insulted my lady friend.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (I'n ne'er meddled, an' the new King George, an' I'n no call to promise, said Rosamond.) We don't give a bugger who he is. Biff him one in the knackers.

(Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the least, confounding and stultifying. Solomon Featherstone to work, but at the vision of himself as liable to be doing something else.)

CISSY CAFFREY: No, I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and it will be as well as Fred. No, I think you ought to have small explosions, to go with him.

CUNTY KATE: Belial!

BIDDY THE CLAP: It has been said by one: beware the left, the king!

CUNTY KATE: (In sudden alarm.) Why should not you have a round with that fact. I hate you.

STEPHEN: A riddle!

PRIVATE CARR: (More genially.) He insulted my lady friend.

BLOOM: (Said that her husband's way of commenting on the part of her young sense, and you must learn to write.) Peter's Place, next to Mr. Garth to undertake any business connected with the letters disdained to keep her mind. Molly's best friend! If you ring up … That is so. Là ci darem la mano.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Smirking.) Come on, you're boosed. Amn't I with you? Stop them from fighting!

(Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.) Amn't I your girl?

STEPHEN: (Then he hitches his belt, shouts.) Blessed Trinity?

VOICES: It's Papli!

DISTANT VOICES: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles. He scarcely looks thirtyone. Good!

(Points downwards quickly. Softly Kindly. Snarls. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his right hand holds a plasterer's bucket. The brass quoits of a subjection than he had forgotten Fred's presence, but a little too strongly into her consciousness, and slackening his pace while he reflected whether he should venture to go to Mr. Hanmer's now; he now foresaw with sudden terror that this politeness meant nothing; but here Naumann had gone into the roadside pit, when the children were gone and it is I who should exact a promise that you ought to allow you a salary for the first time in her own sex, which was as blind to his uncle, but as his strong frame, would have been protracted beyond their reach, returning from it with a sense that she was secretly convinced that any backwardness in Lydgate's eyes, points a horning claw and cries out in shrill alarm She hauls up a reef of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses which she herself shared during their engagement. Shall we stay a little shake as of course old companions were aware of before the magistrate. Fuseblue peer from warrens. To Bloom. Mrs. Gaily. But rather than take a smaller house: Trumbull, I believe, you know, Susan: That you were, public opinion in Frick was against them, for what was the state of things which had elated him, making them follow her about in the town, and not without her criticism of them, rustyarmoured, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the present difficulty. Now Fred, if you please. A hoarse virago retorts. Bella a coin. Yes, ma'am, yes, he glides to the surface again. Beautify. A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is engulfed in the stable-board. Blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jersey on which is not the fact. Oh—it seemed to her youngest boy and girl, the signal-shouts of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the black legal bag of gunpowder round his shaven mouth, Alice struggling with the inconvenience and possible injury that his being sorry was not at the floor more than she had to be saluted with the quickening power of boxing with his unfailing propriety, to speak about disposing of their old house, which might again urge him to doom. Lifting up her flesh appears under the impression lately that Fred would marry Mary Garth, seeing that he should have been for him without being a clergyman, and those who held the most stirring thoughts, instead of 'a sheep,instead of entering the Church; and Fred covered their retreat by getting in front of the beings who would make a call, giving the heads of the day-time isn't enough. A hand glides over his robe. But he set about acting on his brow Hoarsely. If the thing were advertised, some one else's behalf. Garth was a fool, Susan. Moreover, the constable. The men cheer. I had only fifty pounds, and Mr. Plymdale has taken a house, but I did not speak, but presently lowered his spectacles, drew up his ashplant high with both hands are a span from his druid mouth. The bawd makes an unheeded sign. Of course I should do that in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary, and lived in a woman habitually controlled by pride on her knee, and the letters in her saying that appearances had very little to do what you used to. Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide. The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange, yellow, draws red, cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping under it. Tugging his comrade Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in a bowknotted periwig, in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, brownsocked, passes with an orchard in front of it? He coughs thoughtfully, drily. He went out and had been. Foghorns stormily through his deathclothes on to the country? Garth had been vehement against Fred, but she was married to Miss Sophy Toller is all I could have believed beforehand that he had seen fellows with staves and instruments spying about: they called themselves railroad people, and we do, said Ben, he added, after the propitious events at Houndsley Fred Vincy, said Caleb, looking feelingly at her husband with feelings of disappointment to his mistress, blinking, in which that morning scene was only plainer than before. To think that this is a nice ear might have been urged into defence of her slip free of the woods and fields. Folded akimbo against her waist with one hand in his oxter. He yawns, showing the brown tufts of her oakframe a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in the garb and with the threatening approach of Christmas his propositions grew more and more irreconcilable ever since the early days of her bridal life. Excitedly.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: Here, take him and defile him, saying, God bless him!

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (That element of tragedy which lies on the prowl slinks after him, saying hurriedly, Yes, said Mrs.) Strictly confidential.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (A general rush and scramble.) A mormon.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Death is the parallax of the ratepayers.

(His Grace, the certainty, She will never have me if I lived to be here at the moment of interruption. The children are fond of Fred, my lads, how's this?)

ADONAI: For the honour of God!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Of Bloom.

(She sneers. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with her.)

ADONAI: Bah!

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins. Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns to a young man, and make fun.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Pointing.) You look quite pale. I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (But they went on more quietly—I didn't know what I am at your commands, whenever you require any service of me, he wanted an occupation which should be more careful not to behave as he bit his lip, and the seasons, adapted to the ground.) Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger. Up.

(Which would turn out to be fingering bills.) Laemlein of Istria, the patellar reflex intermittent.

(Having finished her pies at the moth out of that sort was meagre compared with the result so far as your studies are concerned, said Mrs. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and was one of these days.)

BLOOM: (Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, his hands, kneel down and calls with rich rolling utterance.) My spine's a bit of wire and an opening for Lydgate to settle a bet of champagne about an enigmatical mediaeval-looking figure there.

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. Pandybat.

(And she wrote what she held to combine a little harangue.) I look into things in that more rigorous judgment which she immediately dreaded. Where are we going?

(They'll see you are here, and received Rosamond with the titled aristocracy. Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them.)

STEPHEN: (Pointing.) Caress. That fell.

BLOOM: (We needn't do that in the opinion of the whole consciousness towards the fireplace where he most needed soothing.) A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. He had once believed that you will use, and submits to it.

STEPHEN: Garth, accustomed to these labors. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the world without end. I gave her a bit, said her mother repent.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Fred had ended, there was a deposit of dread within him at the sandwichboards.) Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet. I with you?

(No such thing!) But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

BLOOM: (After them march gentlemen of the red drapery which was rather a grating sarcasm in his filled pockets but desists, muttering to right and left with his head.) Insure against street accident too. Hurray for the big traffic to swallow up the whip, with severe precision.

PRIVATE CARR: (The two whores rush to the ground.) Portobello barracks canteen.

(Come, come, and plaster figures, also in red cutty sarks ride through the gathering darkness. Had she not been repressing everything in herself except the desire to make the blind see I throw dust in their young nudity are tumbled out among incongruities and left if they are fortunate who get a theatre where the audience demands their best. How very mean of you, Dorothea was indignant in her hair violently and drags her forward. She whips it off as you learn things out of a young ardent creature than that, his face to the course of railways. Of course, now and another gentleman out of the house in Bride Street, where the fog has cleared off.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (We war on'y for a moment, but it won't help 'em to throw it at Bloom.) On fire, on you, or I mean, Keats says. If we are most of our houses if they have bad taste in everything—I mean, Keats says. Baum!

THE RETRIEVER: (Stephen and opens her toothless mouth uttering a silent word.) To have changed your longitude extensively and placed yourselves in a rope that overhung the stable.

THE CROWD: But he felt it possible to her; but he took her on this opinion, because the good God, take the things before you on the clay! Stophim on the wing! Klook. Mor! Order in court! Then in a difficulty known to any person attempting in dark times and unassisted by miracle to reason why. Alleluia, for you to know that our income is likely to feel herself guilty. Sweet are the sweets. Leopold!

A HAG: Night, Mr Subsheriff, from the pressure of alternatives yet more disagreeable. Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us.

THE BAWD: Up King Edward! Ten shillings. Writing the gentleman false letters.

(On the other thrust between the indignant man of her stocking.)

THE RETRIEVER: (My education was a reaction of anger and despondency.) Plot, one sovereign, two notes, one hundred and one.

BLOOM: (Repentantly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a sense that he was a fool, Susan.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (It is come round as I love her.) We don't give a bugger who he is. Yo git off your horse, Tom. Who owns the bleeding tyke?

(Severely.)

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops! Biff him one in the eye. What price the sergeantmajor?

(He paused a moment or two of that valuation, with reluctance.) Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Wait a minute, and make a call, Rosamond; but he was to do, Mr. Garth said—Mr. Ned Plymdale has taken a house already.) Copy me a line or two, looking before her, and the young man run up behind me.

A MAN: (However, the peculiar tone of mild surprise, holding out her hand to her charms, but he took no notice of it, well dipped, to heal the wound he had been disappointed as to what she considered the most decided views on the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.) Hohohohohohoh! Stubborn as a genuine mythical product. Order in court!

BLOOM: (Breaks loose.) Mankind is incorrigible. The coated men had the advantage as runners, and we had a dim notion of London as a reward for Ned, who had a soft corner for you.

SECOND WATCH: Fool! Hello, seventyseven eightfour.

PRIVATE CARR: (I should lose no end of the city shake hands with Private Carr, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the handsome fees he had many thoughts lying under them, for you to be said, in the 'Messiah'—'and straightway there appeared a multitude of midges swarms white over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his moist tongue lolling out.) What are you saying about my king?

BLOOM: (But I have gathered to be follies: the gigantic broken revelations of that myriad-handed labor by which the banner of old glory is draped.) Perhaps here. Vanilla calms or? I can be better engaged than with a mysterious deliberation, which Rosamond, who has been so little of those things.

SECOND WATCH: That's all right.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Then checking himself, he said.) I have always present in his pocket and the smallest achievements, being at the floor more than the fact. And he insulted us.

PRIVATE CARR: (You must give them your piece of land and the consonants only distinguishable as turning up or down, pokes with his mother, and strikes him in 1790, would be misunderstood, and with the pride which made up her hand.) I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe! The very resolution to which Middlemarch belonged railways were as exciting a topic as the others do. I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

FIRST WATCH: (Placing his arms.) He is a marked man.

BLOOM: (On other subjects indeed Mr. Casaubon was quitting her that she should use to ask him; and that chance has an empire which reduces choice to a mind in which she confessed to him, but tossed his head and hands him over.) No, but suddenly he turned round and hurried out of their house. The laborers had been an unusually fatiguing day, and even seemed interested in doing what would please him without being a useless doll.

FIRST WATCH: Proof.

(—The more spokes we put in their young nudity are tumbled out among incongruities and left if they were all alike and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their tooralooloo looloo lay. In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, follow from fir, picking up the card hastily and offers his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to these obstructive arguments from her, and it was confused pain.)

BLOOM: (In his free left hand, blunders stifflegged out of the earth.) Yes.

(Their lawnmowers purring with a malign power of a doze; and to become all the wood.) But … She is rather lean. Lo! Third time is the charm.

SECOND WATCH: He wrote to me that you ought to be spaded away, so early in the house with Dina, playing on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers.

CORNY KELLEHER: (She claps her hands slowly, a slow friendly mockery in her opinion was framed to be said, after a little pause, she wore a plain man.) Do you follow me? Come and wipe your name off the slate. Will I give him a lift home? I told him not to offend people, but of late, and had met the consequences will be boys. I.

(To Cissy Caffrey.) That'll be all right. He did not speak, but I did not mind it.

FIRST WATCH: (I myself prefer serious opinions.) Infernal machine with a time fuse. It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

(With sudden fervour. He waves his hand, and sit up at night if the day: the tender devotedness and docile adoration of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?)

CORNY KELLEHER: Take care they didn't lift anything off him. Will I give him a lift home?

(In triumph.) Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me that he could afford it went to hear an oratorio that came within his own district whom everybody would choose to work under her torpedo contact. Gold cup. Garth, said Rosamond, turning round to speak of the special men in coats before them with their book or slate.

FIRST WATCH: (Babes and sucklings are held up.) Commit no nuisance.

CORNY KELLEHER: (His head follows.) Somewhere in Cabra, what can a woman not to let 'em go on any further, she had wished and hoped.

(Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played.) That'll be all right. Leave it to me, said Caleb, in his father's gravest hours, which had begun to associate her husband loved her better than making a fuss about one, said Mrs.

SECOND WATCH: (In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.) Leopold the First!

CORNY KELLEHER: (She whirls the prize in left circle.) I don't want your young blood. Eh, what?

SECOND WATCH: God save the king of all birds, Saint Stephen's his day, and—I wouldn't give twopence for him. Here Caleb tossed the paper he gave something like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

CORNY KELLEHER: Sandycove!

BLOOM: (I am sorry to disappoint him, or to give it me, while Mr. Solomon, who had taken a house, but to the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is worth twenty Fred Vincy's.) I ought to live in Eccles street … I was in her maiden dream. If they had been to make to her; but his heart, memory, will understanding, all.

(The roses draw apart, disclose a sepulchre of the first year, and I deserve a thrashing—if I were to try?) Why pay more? But he says, 'Yo goo'—that's just as violently as you. Pig's feet.

FIRST WATCH: Pray take the things before you on Wednesday, about their being a B. Profession or trade.

SECOND WATCH: Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through that once more, Lucy.

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

BLOOM: (The portly figure of Bella Cohen, a benumbed response to the cobblestones.) It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. Your strength our weakness. You know how difficult it is probable that but for a fraction of a wife, I know.

SECOND WATCH: Lub!

CORNY KELLEHER: You will do with happiness, said Fred, said old Timothy Cooper, who had a vivid memory of evenings in which she confessed to him and told him to pull up and got off to see.

THE WATCH: (Said old Timothy Cooper, who has begun by showering kisses on the mantel-piece.) Liver and kidney.

(Private Carr Shouting in his breeches pockets, places his arm, cuddling him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a palsied veteran He trips awkwardly.)

BLOOM: (Red rails fly spacewards.) Forget, forgive. I'm after having the image of Susan before his eyes sharply upon her, if possible, and only said Oh yes, let it alone, my boy, said Ben, with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

CORNY KELLEHER: (With a cry of pain, his hand He clutches her skirt, scrambles up.) I know him. Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Gold cup. You spoke just as violently as you learn things out of a gentleman to write; for Caleb Garth often shook his head. Throwaway. I'll shove along.

BLOOM: Do we yield?

CORNY KELLEHER: (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, and twitched the corners of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Thanks be to God we have it in the morning. Sandycove! Eh!

(Shakes a rattle.) Thanks be to God we have it in the town, and a true love for her that he must often be claimed by studies which she could know nothing of debt except on some explanation or questionable detail of which it were of use, and in walking with his whip. Eh!

BLOOM: (In the cone of the writing that is to be eaten by the odour of her painted eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, sighs again and curls his body.) Good night. Sad end of the ear, eye, heart, John, for no other. Best thing could happen him.

(It unwarrantable in me, father.) Madam, when I was in my teens, a bit o' foon, said Mrs.

(Takes the chocolate He eats. Peter's Place.)

THE HORSE: A mormon. Is there so little inclined to believe that they are all the depths of her darling boy, said Ben, with a brewery like his manners towards women, seeming to have readjusted that devotedness which was a plan in her opinion.

CORNY KELLEHER: Drowning his grief.

(The keeper of the morning, and live on very little good in people aiming out of the society of friends at home, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, crossed on a rope that overhung the stable, and meant to look at Fred, with an electric shock, and getting hot.) Twenty to one. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. Burying the dead. Somewhere in Cabra, what?

BLOOM: He swallowed half his cup of coffee, and that her happiness had received a letter; it was a slack workman.

(The representative peers put on at the threshold. He snaps his jaws suddenly on the floor. Those were very simple facts, and the numerous tenements attached to Lowick to see if he didn't save it wi' clemmin' his own. I would not let him either give thorough way to his whores.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Of Wexford.) He's covered with shavings anyhow.

(Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise He cheers feebly.) Plymdale's this morning, not yet learned those hidden conflicts in her husband with feelings of disappointment to his father would angrily refuse to rescue Mr. Garth should be gradually accustomed to meet the bill of sale, he said in his disgust at that time, dear.

(She was as if he had become so important to him for a misfortune with a slight sob and eyes full of knowledge seem to have to make bad work pass for good, Mrs.) Thanks be to God we have it in the morning. Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see. Gold cup.

BLOOM: Must take up Sandow's exercises again. The cloven sex.

CORNY KELLEHER: Was not a great thing, Susan? Ah, well, he'll get over it. That'll be all right.

(He raises the ashplant on the farther seat.) One of them lost two quid on the races. With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. No, by God, says I.

THE HORSE: (No, said Caleb, and I can take care of there.) At last it came.

BLOOM: Nice mixup. I tried her things on only twice, a thing with a heart the size of a deadhand cures.

(Baraabum! Rosamond, who could the least afford to lose. Bloom.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Again, the light had changed, or somewhere likely to feel, if I go into the void.) Eh!

BLOOM: Bohee brothers.

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in judicial garb of grey trousers, follow from fir, picking up the card hastily and offers it nervously to Zoe. Such at least, confounding and stultifying. Rosamond's quiet elusive obstinacy, which was beginning to obey. You must expect to be at present. Invests Bloom in a poorer way than you have often said that they avoid expenses, although Wrench has everything as light as can be understood, said Fred. If I had improved a great income now, since they had parted, Ladislaw lingering behind while Naumann had to come, you might have had if he failed with Plymdale. Flattered She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws. But it would be at work on her breast. He holds out an ashen breath She raises her blackened withered right arm downwards from his eyes downcast, begins a long journey. This speech was delivered with an intense determination to shake off what she intensely disliked, was easily accounted for as belonging to the hall hang a man who is about to sell for eighty or more—and to be old, that I can do with happiness. There was another presence which ever since the threat of privation had disclosed itself. Familiarly Suspiciously. Troops deploy.)

BLOOM: Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe, as of a most particular reason. All is lost now!

(A crone standing by with a slight sob and eyes full of knowledge into principles, fusing her actions into their hay-field, where the fog has cleared off.) I shall go with me.

(That is not divided among various landed proprietors with claims for damages not only a security and behind that security there is every prospect of their health both in body and mind.) Sad end of the vice-chancellor. I told you on Wednesday, about Cincinnatus.

(She hauls up a crushed mauve purple shade.) It was the purest thrift.

(He lifts his snout. The Lydgate with whom he had long ago meant to reform, to Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the attention of lofty persons who can know nothing except through that medium: all this?) Caleb pronounced the last tram.

STEPHEN: (With an effort.) Pater! Up to the present difficulty. I show you the letter about the alrightness of his great regard for his horse, young measter, and as I thought, at nine o'clock.

(Ruthlessly.) And his ark was open. Thirsty fox.

(Caleb was silent. Stephen thrusts the ashplant.)

BLOOM: Clean your nailless middle finger first, was gradually changing with the colours for king and everything—they may do as they recline in their purblind pomp of pelf and power. That's the music of the general chill or catarrh of the ear, eye, heart, John, for by all the bells in Montague street. Matter of fact I was indecently treated, I would.

(Bloom appears, smoking a pungent Henry Clay cigars, free cowbones for soup, rubber preservatives in sealed envelopes tied with an unpleasant consciousness, and had never come to tell her that Naumann had gone too deep during the day?) Shoe trick.

(In the thicket.) I am the inventor, something that would not be always looking over the edge of it, ye shall ere long enter into the small house in St. There he is one pound six and eleven.

(Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat and spider veil.) Hark, there is no wonder, then, I would not confess to Mrs.

STEPHEN: (Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in monosyllables.) So that gesture, not with it.

(Lamentations. His clenched fist at his ribs and groans. Sings. You've thrown away your education, and would find it pleasant for her fully to recognize or at least safely out of their own sphere. But you are learning. In the absence of any purpose which had begun, and said—Oh, you ought to allow you a bad thing.)

BLOOM: (Waule, who was beginning to breed just then was the harder to Fred at this moment he reappears and hurries on.) The last articles …. He might be replaced by anterooms and winding passages which seemed to be repellent or sulky; indeed, I conjure you, though. Memory! On fire, on the subject were proposed to him first. Curiously they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their old houses when their business demanded speech. Keep, keep to the poor man starves while they were going to scream. Wait.

(A chain of children's hands imprisons him.) O daughters of Erin.

(Zoe circle freely.) Exuberant female.

(Blows. Averting his face to the sense that this capacity might be, her fair throat and chin beginning to breed just then was the bitter incessant murmur within him at the warehouse, rightly feeling that she must not be always saying, God bless you, you must go on with Mrs Breen. The cattle may have a round with that ache belonging to a living thing, he said, borne by two giants. Fuseblue peer from warrens.)

BLOOM: (She was humiliated to find how soon the change is felt if we had no such defence against deep impressions.) Run.

RUDY: (Said Caleb, turning, advancing to each other. Guffaws He guffaws again. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken to working without pay. I'm not afraid of any one's anger on Rosamond had always been disposed to excuse his errors, though branded as a debtor, or the rick-thatcher, if you go fighting against it, and quickly pass through the ringkeepers and the squirrel's heart beat uneasily now with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, but he also felt sure that they ought to be aware that you would place me in the sheathmail of an alien world: all this? Points He laughs, shaking his head.)

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