Course à travers les flammes Lyrics in English Armand Amar

These English lyric translations are not yet verified.

The mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled transiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals. rows of flimsy houses with gaping doors. rare lamps with faint rainbow fans. round rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. they grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coal and copper snow. sucking, they scatter slowly. children. the swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. whistles call and answer

The calls wait, my love, and i'll be with you

The answers round behind the stable

The children kithoguel salute

The idiot grhahute!

The children where's the great light?

The idiot ghaghahest

Cissy caffrey

I gave it to molly

Because she was jolly

The leg of the duck

The leg of the duck

The virago signs on you, hairy arse. more power the cavan girl

Cissy caffrey more luck to me. cavan, cootehill and belturbet

I gave it to nelly

To stick in her belly

The leg of the duck

The leg of the duck

Private compton way for the parson

Private carr what ho, parson!

Cissy caffrey

She has it, she got it

Wherever she put it

The leg of the duck

Stephen vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. alleluia

The bawd sst! come here till i tell you. maidenhead inside. sst

Stephen et omnes ad quos pervenit acqua ista

The bawd trinity medicals. fallopian tube. all prick and no pence

Edy boardman and say the one: i seen you up faithful place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed hat. did you, says i. that's not for you to say, says i. you never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says i. the likes of her! stag that one is. stubborn as a mule! and her walking with two fellows the one time, kildbride the enginedriver and lancecorporal oliphant

Stephen salvi facti i sunt

Lynch so that?

Stephen so that gesture, not music, not odours, would be a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm

Lynch pornosophical philotheology. metaphysics in mecklenburg street!

Stephen we have shrewridden shakespeare and henpecked socrates. even the allwisest stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love

Lynch ba!

Stephen anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? this movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread and wine in omar. hold my stick

Lynch damn your yellow stick. where are we going?

Stephen lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, georgina johnson, ad deam qui laetificat juventutem meam

Lynch which is the jug of bread? it skills not. that or the customhouse. illustrate thou. here take your crutch and walk

(they pass. tommy caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, clasping, climbs in spasms. from the top spur he slides down. jacky caffrey clasps to climb. the navvy lurches against the lamp. the twins scuttle off in the dark. the navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot. shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset

Snakes of river fog creep slowly. from drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. a glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river. the navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. on the farther side under the railway bridge bloom appears flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a side pocket. from gillens hairdressers window a composite portrait shows him gallant nelson's image. a concave mirror at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru booloohoom. grave gladstone sees him level bloom for bloom. he passes, struck by the stare of truculent wellington but in the con vex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of jollypoldy the rixdix doldy

At antonio babaiotti's door bloom halts, sweated under the bright arclamps. he disappears. in a moment he reappears and hurries on.)

Bloom fish and taters. n. g

Bloom stitch in my side. why did i run?

Bloom what is that? a flasher? searchlight

Bloom aurora borealis or a steel foundry? the brigade, of course. south side anyhow. big blaze. might be his house. beggar's bush. we're safe. london's burning, london's burning! on fire, on fire! i'll miss him. run. quick. better cross here

The urchins mind out, mister!

The bells haltyaltyaltyall

Bloom ow

The gong bang bang bla bak blud bugg bloo

The motorman hey, shitbreeches, are you doing the hattrick?

Bloom no thoroughfare. close shave that but cured the stitch. must take up sandow's exercises again. on the hands down. insure against street accident too. the providential. poor mamma's panacea. heel easily catch in tracks or bootlace in a cog. day the wheel of the black maria peeled off my shoe at leonard's corner. third time is the charm. shoe trick. insolent driver. i ought to report him. tension makes them nervous. might be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman. same style of beauty. quick of him all the same. the stiff walk. true word spoken in jest. that awful cramp in lad lane. something poisonous i ate. emblem of luck. why? probably lost cattle. mark of the beast. (he closes his eyes an instant.) bit light in the head. monthly or effect of the other. brainfogfag. that tired feeling. too much for me now. ow!

Bloom buenos noches, señorita blanca, que calle es esta?

The figure password. sraid mabbot

Bloom merci. esperanto. slan leath. gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater

Bloom i beg

Bloom keep to the right, right, right. if there is a fingerpost planted by the touring club at stepaside who procured that public boon? i who lost my way and contributed to the columns of the irish cyclist the letter headed, in darkest stepaside. keep, keep, keep to the right. rags and bones, at midnight. a fence more likely. first place murderer makes for. wash off his sins of the world

Bloom o!

Bloom beware of pickpockets. old thieves' dodge. collide. then snatch your purse

Rudolph second halfcrown waste money today. i told you not go with drunken goy ever. so. you catch no money

Bloom ich weiss, papachi

Rudolph what you making down this place? have you no soul? are you not my son leopold, the grandson of leopold? are you not my dear son leopold who left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers abraham and jacob?

Bloom i suppose so, father. mosenthal. all that's left of him

Rudolph one night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. what you call them running chaps?

Bloom harriers, father. only that once

Rudolph once! mud head to foot. cut your hand open. lockjaw. they make you kaput, leopoldleben. you watch them chaps

Bloom they challenged me to a sprint. it was muddy. i slipped

Rudolph ooim nachez. nice spectacles for your poor mother!

Bloom mamma!

Ellen bloom o blessed redeemer, what have they done to him! my smelling salts! sacred heart of mary, where were you at all, at all?

A voice poldy!

Bloom who? at your service

Bloom molly!

Marion welly? mrs marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me. has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

Bloom no, no. not the least little bit

Marion nebrakada! feminimum

Bloom i can give you... i mean as your business menagerer mrs marion... if you

Marion so you notice some change? o poldy, poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! go and see life. see the wide world

Bloom i was just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. shop closes early on thursday. but the first thing in the morning. this moving kidney

The soap

We're a capital couple are bloom and i

He brightens the earth, i polish the sky

Sweny three and a penny, please

Bloom yes. for my wife, mrs marion. special recipe

Marion poldy!

Bloom yes, ma'am?

Marion ti trema un poco il cuore?

Bloom are you sure about that voglio? i mean the pronunciati

The bawd ten shillings a maidenhead. fresh thing was never touched. fifteen. there's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk

Bridie hatch street. any good in your mind?

The bawd he's getting his pleasure. you won't get a virgin in the flash houses. ten shillings. don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. sixtyseven is a bitch

Gerty with all my worldly goods i thee and thou. you did that. i hate you

Bloom i? when? you're dreaming. i never saw you

The bawd leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. writing the gentleman false letters. streetwalking and soliciting. better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you

Gerty when you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer. dirty married man! i love you for doing that to me

Mrs breen mr

Bloom madam, when we last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant

Mrs breen mr bloom! you down here in the haunts of sin! i caught you nicely! scamp!

Bloom not so loud my name. whatever do you think me? don't give me away. walls have hears. how do you do? it's ages since i. you're looking splendid. absolutely it. seasonable weather we are having this time of year. black refracts heat. short cut home here. interesting quarter. rescue of fallen women magdalen asylum. i am the secretary

Mrs breen now don't tell a big fib! i know somebody won't like that. o just wait till i see molly! account for yourself this very minute or woe betide you!

Bloom she often said she'd like to visit. slumming. the exotic, you see. negro servants too in livery if she had money. othello black brute. eugene stratton. even the bones and cornerman at the livermore christies. bohee brothers. sweep for that matter

There's someone in the house with dina

There's someone in the house, i know

There's someone in the house with dina

Playing on the old banjo

Bloom a little frivol, shall we, if you are so inclined? would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a fraction of a second?

Mrs breen o, you ruck! you ought to see yourself!

Bloom for old sake'sake. i only meant a square party, a mixed marriage mingling of our different little conjugials. you know i had a soft corner for you. 'twas i sent you that valentine of the dear gazelle

Mrs breen glory alice, you do look a holy show! killing simply. what are you hiding behind your back? tell us, there's a dear

Bloom josie powell that was, prettiest deb in dublin. how time flies by! do you remember, harking back in a retrospective arrangement, old christmas night georgina simpson's housewarming while they were playing the irving bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? subject, what is in this snuff box?

Mrs breen you were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. you were always a favourite with the ladies

Bloom ladies and gentlemen, i give you ireland, home and beauty

Mrs breen the dear dead days beyond recall. love's old sweet song

Bloom i confess i'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little teapot at present

Mrs breen tremendously teapot! london's tea pot and i'm simply teapot all over me. after the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. under the mistletoe. two is company

Bloom the witching hour of night. i took the splinter out of this hand, carefully, slowly. là ci darem la mano

Mrs breen voglio e non. you're hot! you're scalding! the left hand nearest the heart

Bloom when you made your present choice they said it was beauty and the beast. i can never forgive you for that. think what it means. all you meant to me then. woman, it's breaking me! (dennis breen, whitetallhatted, with wisdom hely's sandwich board, shuffles past them in cadet slippers, his dull beard thrust out, muttering to right and left. little alf bergan, cloaked in the pall of the ace of spaces, dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.)

Alf bergan u.p.: up

Mrs breen high jinks below stairs. why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? you wanted to

Bloom molly's best friend! could you?

Mrs breen hnhn. the answer is a lemon. have you a little present for me there?

Bloom kosher. a snack for supper. the home without potted meat is incomplete. i was at leah. mrs bandman palmer. trenchant exponent of shakespeare. unfortunately threw away the programme. rattling good place round there for pig's feet. feel

Richie best value in dub

Pat steak and kidney. bottle of lager. hee hee hee. wait till i wait

Richie goodgod. inev erate inall

Richie bright's! lights!

Bloom a spy. don't attract attention. i hate stupid crowds. i am not on pleasure bent. i am in a grave predicament

Mrs breen humbugging and delutbering as per usual with your cock and bull story

Bloom i want to tell you a little secret about how i came to be here. but you must never tell. not even molly. i have a most particular reason

Mrs breen o, not for worlds

Bloom let's walk on. shall us?

Mrs breen let's

The bawd jewman's melt!

Bloom do you remember a long long time, years and years ago, just after milly, marionette we called her, was weaned when we all went together to fairyhouse races, was it?

Mrs breen leopardstown

Bloom i mean, leopardstown. and molly won seven shillings on a three year old named nevertell and coming home along by foxrock in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and you had on that new hat of white velours with a surround of molefur that mrs hayes advised you to buy because it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and i'll lay you what you like she did it on purpose

Mrs breen she did, of course, the cat! don't tell me! nice adviser!

Bloom because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the other ducky little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that i admired on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was a pity to kill it, you cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop

Mrs breen naughty cruel i was

Bloom and molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of mrs joe gallaher's lunch basket. frankly, though she had her advisers or admirers, i never cared much for her style. she was

Mrs breen too

Bloom yes. and molly was laughing because rogers and maggot o'reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and marcus tertius moses, the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, dancer moses was her name, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if i ever heard or read or knew or came across

Mrs breen yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

The gaffer and when cairns came down from the scaffolding in beaver street what was he after doing it into only into the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the shavings for derwan's plasterers

The loiterers o jays!

Bloom coincidence too. they think it funny. anything but that. broad daylight. trying to walk. lucky no woman

The loiterers jays, that's a good one. glauber salts. o jays, into the men's porter

The whores are you going far, queer fellow? how's your middle leg? got a match on you? come here till i stiffen it for you

The navvy where's the bloody house?

The shebeenkeeper purdon street. shilling a bottle of stout. respectable woman

The navvy come on, you british army!

Private carr he aint half balmy

Private compton what ho!

Private carr portobello barracks canteen. you ask for carr. just carr

The navvy

We are the boys. of wexford

Private compton say! what price the sergeantmajor?

Private carr bennett? he's my pal. i love old bennett

Thenavvy

The galling chain

And free our native land

Bloom wildgoose chase this. disorderly houses. lord knows where they are gone. drunks cover distance double quick. nice mixup. scene at westland row. then jump in first class with third ticket. then too far. train with engine behind. might have taken me to malahide or a siding for the night or collision. second drink does it. once is a dose. what am i following him for? still, he's the best of that lot. if i hadn't heard about mrs beaufoy purefoy i wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met. kismet. he'll lose that cash. relieving office here. good biz for cheapjacks, organs. what do ye lack? soon got, soon gone. might have lost my life too with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only for presence of mind. can't always save you, though. if i had passed truelock's window that day two minutes later would have been shot. absence of body. still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. what was he? kildare street club toff. god help his gamekeeper

Odd! molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane at kingstown. what's that like?

The wreaths sweet are the sweets. sweets of sin

Bloom my spine's a bit limp. go or turn? and this food? eat it and get all pigsticky. absurd i am. waste of money. one and eightpence too much. strange how they take to me. even that brute today. better speak to him first. like women they like rencontres. stinks like a polecat. chacun son goût. he might be mad. fido. uncertain in his movements. good fellow! garryowen! influence of his surroundings. give and have done with it. provided nobody. (calling encouraging words he shambles back with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the setter into a dark stalestunk corner. he unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter.) sizeable for threepence. but then i have it in my left hand. calls for more effort. why? smaller from want of use. o, let it slide. two and six

The watch bloom. of bloom. for bloom. bloom

First watch caught in the act. commit no nuisance

Bloom i am doing good to others

The gulls kaw kave kankury kake

Bloom the friend of man. trained by kindness

Bob doran towser. give us the paw. give the paw

Second watch prevention of cruelty to animals

Bloom a noble work! i scolded that tramdriver on harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. bad french i got for my pains. of course it was frosty and the last tram. all tales of circus life are highly demoralising

Signor maffei ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound. it was i broke in the bucking broncho ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. lash under the belly with a knotted thong. block tackle and a strangling pully will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even leo ferox there, the libyan maneater. a redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced fritz of amsterdam, the thinking hyena. i possess the indian sign. the glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers. (with a bewitching smile.) i now introduce mademoiselle ruby, the pride of the ring

First watch come. name and address

Bloom i have forgotten for the moment. yes! dr bloom, leopold, dental surgeon. you have heard of von bloom pasha. umpteen mil lions. donnerwetter! owns half austria. egypt. cousin

First watch proof

Bloom allow me. my club is the junior army and navy. solicitors: messrs john henry menton, 27 bachelor's walk

First watch henry flower. no fixed abode. un lawfully watching and besetting

Second watch an alibi. you are cautioned

Bloom this is the flower in question. it was given me by a man i don't know his name. you know that old joke, rose of castille. bloom. the change of name virag. (he murmurs privately and confidentially.) we are engaged you see, sergeant. lady in the case. love entanglement. (he shoulders the second watch gently.) dash it all. it's a way we gallants have in the navy. uniform that does it. (he turns gravely to the first watch.) still, of course, you do get your waterloo sometimes. drop in some evening and have a glass of old burgundy. (to the second watch gaily.) i'll introduce you, inspector. she's game. do it in shake of a lamb's tail

The dark mercury the castle is looking for him. he was drummed out of the army

Martha henry! leopold! leopold! lionel, thou lost one! clear my name

First watch come to the station

Bloom no, no, worshipful master, light of love. mistaken identity. the lyons mail. lesurques and dubosc. you remember the childs fratricide case. we medical men. by striking him dead with a hatchet. i am wrongfully accused. better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned

Martha breach of promise. my real name is peggy griffin. he wrote to me that he was miserable. i'll tell my brother, the bective rugger fullback, on you, heartless flirt

Bloom she's drunk. the woman is inebriated. shitbroleeth

Second watch you ought to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself

Bloom gentleman of the jury, let me explain. a pure mare's nest. i am a man misunderstood. i am being made a scapegoat of. i am a respectable married man, without a stain on my character. i live in eccles street. my wife, i am the daughter of a most distinguished commander, a gallant upstanding gentleman, who do you call him, majorgeneral brian tweedy, one of britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. got his majority for the heroic defence of rorke's drift

First watch regiment

Bloom the royal dublins, boys, the salt of the earth, known the world over. i think i see some old comrades in arms up there among you. the r. d. f. with our own metropolitan police, guardians of our homes, the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men, as physique, in the service of our sovereign

A voice turncoat! up the boers! who booed joe chamberlain?

Bloom my old dad too was a j.p. i'm as staunch a britisher as you are, sir. i fought with the colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general gough in the park and was disabled at spion kop and bloemfontein, was mentioned in dispatches. i did all a white man could. jim bludso. hold her nozzle again the bank

First watch profession or trade

Bloom well, i follow a literary occupation. author-journalist. in fact we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which i am the inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. i am connected with the british and irish press. if you ring up

Myles crawford hello, seventyseven eightfour. hello. freeman's urinal and weekly arse wiper here. paralyse europe. you which? bluebags? who writes? is it bloom?

Beaufoy no, you aren't, not by a long shot if i know it. i don't see it, that's all. no born gentleman, no one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. one of those, my lord. a plagiarist. a soapy sneak masquerading as a literateur. it's perfectly obvious that with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling books, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. the beaufoy books of love and great possessions with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom

Bloom that bit about the laughing witch hand in hand i take exception to, if i may

Beaufoy you funny ass, you! you're too beastly awfully weird for words! i don't think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard. my literary agent mr j. b. pinker is in attendance. i presume, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? we are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of rheims, who has not even been to a university

Bloom university of life. bad art

Beaufoy it's a damnably foul lie showing the moral rottenness of the man! we have here damning evidence, the corpus delicti, my lord, a specimen of my maturer work disfigured by the hallmark of the beast

A voice from the gallery

Moses, moses, king of the jews

Wiped his arse in the daily news

Bloom overdrawn

Beaufoy you low cad! you ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you rotter! why, look at the man's private life! leading a quadruple existence! street angel and house devil. not fit to be mentioned in mixed society. the arch conspirator of the age

Bloom and he, a bachelor, how

First watch the king versus bloom. call the woman driscoll

The crier mary driscoll, scullerymaid!

Second watch another! are you of the unfortunate class?

Mary driscoll i'm not a bad one. i bear a respectable character and was four months in my last place. i was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with fridays out, and i had to leave owing to his carryings on

First watch what do you tax him with?

Mary driscoll he made a certain suggestion but i thought more of myself as poor as i am

Bloom i treated you white. i gave you mementoes, smart emerald garters far above your station. incautiously i took your part when you were accused of pilfering. there's a medium in all things. play cricket

Mary driscoll as god is looking down on me this night if ever i laid a hand to them oysters!

First watch the offence complained of? did something happen?

Mary driscoll he surprised me in the rere of the premises, your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin. he held me and i was discoloured in four places as a result. and he interfered twice with my clothing

Bloom she counterassaulted

Mary driscoll i had more respect for the scouringbrush, so i had. i remonstrated with him, your lord, and he remarked: keep it quiet!

Georges fottrell order in court! the accused will now make a bogus statement

Longhand and shorthand loosen his boots

Professor machugh cough it up, man. get it out in bits

J. j. o'molloy this is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. we are not in a beargarden nor at an oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. my client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny. the trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the pharaoh. prima facie, i put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing. intimacy did not occur and the offence complained of by driscoll, that her virtue was solicited, was not repeated. i would deal inespecial with atavism. there have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's family. if the accused could speak he could a tale unfold one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. he himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. his submission is that he is of mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. not all there, in fact

Bloom him makee velly muchee fine night

Li li poo lil chile

Blingee pigfoot evly night

Payee two shilly

J. j. o'molloy this is a lonehand fight. by hades, i will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. the mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle. i say it and i say it emphatically without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with. the young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. i shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the hidden hand is again at its old game. when in doubt persecute bloom. my client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. he wants to go straight. i regard him as the whitest man i know. he is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at agendath netaim in faraway asia minor, slides of which will now be shown. (to bloom.) i suggest that you will do the handsome thing

Bloom a penny in the pound

Dlugacz bleibtreustrasse, berlin, w. 13

J. j. o'molloy excuse me, i am suffering from a severe chill, have recently come from a sickbed. a few wellchosen words. when the angel's book comes to be opened if aught that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live i say accord the prisoner at the bar the sacred benefit of the doubt. (a paper with something written on it is handed into court.)

Bloom can give best references. messrs callan, coleman. mr wisdom hely j. p. my old chief joe cuffe. mr v. b. dillon, ex-lord mayor of dublin. i have moved in the charmed circle of the highest queens of dublin society. i was just chatting this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir robert and lady ball, astronomer royal, at the levee. sir bob, i said

Mrs yelverton barry arrest him constable. 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. he said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as i sat in a box of the theatre royal at a command performance of la cigale. i deeply inflamed him, he said. he made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the following thursday, dunsink time. he offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by monsieur paul de kock, entitled the girl with the three pairs of stays

Mrs bellingham also to me. yes, i believe it is the same objectionable person. because he closed my carriage door outside sir thornley stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of february ninetythree when even the grid of the wastepipe and ballstop in my bath cistern were frozen. subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights, as he said, in my honour. i had it examined by a botanical expert and elicited the information that it was a blossom of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the model farm

Mrs yelverton barry shame on him!

The sluts and ragamuffins stop thief! hurrah there, bluebeard! three cheers for ikey mo!

Second watch here are the darbies

Mrs bellingham he addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman balmer while in 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 armorial bearings of the bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or. he lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he could conjure up. he urged me, stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me, to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity

The honourable mrs mervyn talboys also me. because he saw me on the polo ground of the phoenix park at the match all ireland versus the rest of ireland. my eyes, i know, shone divinely as i watched captain slogger dennehy of the inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob centaur. this plebeian don juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. i have it still. it represents a partially nude senorita, frail and lovely practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. he urged me to do likewise, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the garrison. he implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to bestride and ride him, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping

Mrs bellingham me too

Mrs yelverton barry me too

The honourable mrs mervyn talboys i will, by the god above me. i'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as i can stand over him. i'll flay him alive

Bloom here? again! (he pants cringing.) i love the danger

The honourable mrs mervyn talboys very much so! i'll make it hot for you. i'll make you dance jack latten for that

Mrs bellingham tan his breech well, the upstart! write the stars and stripes on it!

Mrs yelverton barry disgraceful! there's no excuse for him! a married man!

Bloom all these people. i meant only the spanking idea. a warm tingling glow without effusion. refined birching to stimulate the circulation

The honourable mrs mervyn talboys o, did you, my fine fellow? well, by the living god, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. you have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury

Mrs bellingham make him smart, hanna dear. give him ginger. thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. the cat-o' nine-tails. geld him. vivisect him

Bloom o cold! o shivery! it was your ambrosial beauty. forget, forgive. kismet. let me off this once

Mrs yelverton barry don't do so on any account, mrs talboys! he should be soundly trounced!

The honourable mrs mervyn talboys i'll do no such thing. pig dog and always was ever since he was pupped! to dare address me! i'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. i'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. he is a wellknown cuckold. take down his trousers without loss of time. come here, sir! quick! ready?

Bloom the weather has been so warm

Davy stephens messenger of the sacred heart and evening telegraph with saint patrick's day supplement. containing the new addresses of all the cuckolds in dublin

The timepiece

Cuckoo

Cuckoo

Cuckoo

The quoits jigjag, jigajiga. jigjag

The nameless one bareback riding. weight for age. gob, he organised her

The jurors really?

The nameless one arse over tip. hundred shillings to five

The jurors most of us thought as much

First watch he is a marked man. another girl's plait cut. wanted: jack the ripper. a thousand pounds reward

Second watch and in black. a mormon. anarchist

The crier whereas leopold bloom of no fixed abode is a well-known dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold ad a public nuisance to the citizens of dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most honourable

The recorder i will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid dublin of this odious pest. scandalous! let him be taken, mr subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in mountjoy prison during his majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the lord have-mercy on your soul. remove him

Long john fanning who'll hang judas iscariot?

Rumbold hanging harry, your majesty, the mersey terror. five guineas a jugular. neck or nothing

The bells heigho! heigho!

Bloom wait. stop. gulls. good heart. i saw. innocence. girl in the monkeyhouse. zoo. lewd chimpanzees. pelvic basin. her artless blush unmanned me. (overcome with emotion.) i left the precincts. (he turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing.) hynes, may i speak to you? you know me. that three shillings you can keep. if you want a little more

Hynes you are a perfect stranger

Second watch the bomb is here. first watch infernal machine with a time fuse. bloom no, no. pig's feet. i was at a funeral. first watch liar!

Paddy dignam it is true. it was my funeral. doctor finucane pronounced life extinct when i succumbed to the disease from natural causes

Bloom you hear?

Paddy dignam bloom, i am paddy dignam's spirit. list, list, o list!

Bloom the voice is the voice of esau

Second watch how is that possible?

First watch it is not in the penny catechism

Paddy dignam by metempsychosis. spooks

A voice o rocks

Paddy dignam once i was in the employ of mr j. h. menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 bachelor's walk. now i am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. hard lines. the poor wife was awfully cut up. dow is she bearing it? keep her off that bottle of sherry. a lamp. i must satisfy an animal need. that buttermilk didn't agree with me

Father coffey namine. jacobs vobiscuits. amen

Dignam, patrick t., deceased

Paddy dignam overtones

My masters' voice!

John o'connell burial docket letter number u. p. eightyfive thousand. field seventeen. house of keys. plot, one hundred and one

Paddy dignam pray for the repose of his soul

Tom rochford reuben j. a florin i find him. my turn now on. follow me up to carlow

The kisses leo! icky licky micky sticky for leo! (cooing.) coo coocoo! yummyumm wom worn! (warbling.) big comebig! pirouette! leopopold! (twittering.) leeolee! (warbling.) o leo!

Bloom a man's touch. sad music. church music. perhaps here

Zoe are you looking for someone? he's inside with his friend

Bloom is this mrs mack's?

Zoe no, eightyone. mrs cohen's. you might go farther and fare worse. mother slipperslapper. she's on the job herself tonight with the vet, her tipster, that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in oxford. working overtime but her luck's turned today. you're not his father, are you?

Bloom not i!

Zoe you both in black. has little mousey any tickles tonight?

Zoe how's the nuts?

Bloom off side. curiously they are on the right. heavier i suppose. one in a million my tailor, mesias, says

Zoe you've a hard chancre

Bloom not likely

Zoe i feel it

Bloom a talisman. heirloom

Zoe for zoe? for keeps? for being so nice

Zoe you'll know me the next time

Bloom i never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to

Zoe schorach ani wenowach, benoith hierushaloim

Bloom i thought you were of good stock by your accent

Zoe and you know what thought did?

Bloom are you a dublin girl?

Zoe no bloody fear. i'm english. have you a swaggerroot?

Bloom rarely smoke, dear. cigar now and then. childish device. the mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed

Zoe go on. make a stump speech out of it

Bloom mankind is incorrigible. sir walter raleigh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will, understanding, all. that is to say, he brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name i forget brought the food. suicide. lies. all our habits. why, look at our public life!

The chimes turn again, leopold! lord mayor of dublin!

Bloom electors of arran quay, inns quay, rotunda, mountjoy and north dock, better run a tramline, i say, from the cattlemarket to the river. that's the music of the future. that's my programme. cui bono? but our buccaneering vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance

An elector three times three for our future chief magistrate!

The torch bearers hooray!

Late lord mayor harrington that alder man sir leo bloom's speech be printed at the expense of the ratepayers. that the house in which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the thoroughfare hitherto known as cow parlour off cork street be henceforth designated boulevard bloom

Councillor lorcan sherlock carried unanimously

Bloom these flying dutchmen or lying dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they? machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, bug-bears, manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. the poor man starves while they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their purblind pomp of pelf and power. but their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev

Bloom's boys

The wren, the wren

The king of all birds

Saint stephen's his day

Was caught in the furze

A blacksmith for the honour of god! and is that bloom? he scarcely looks thirtyone

A pavior and flagger that's the famous bloom now, the world's greatest reformer. hats off!

A millionairess isn't he simply wonderful?

A noblewoman all that man has seen!

A feminist and done!

A bellhanger a classic face! he has the forehead of a thinker

The bishop of down and connor i here present your un doubted emperor president and king chairman, the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm. god save leopold the first!

All god save leopold the first!

Bloom thanks, somewhat eminent sir

William, archbishop of armagh will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments in ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

Bloom so may the creator deal with me. all this i promise to do

Michael, archbishop of armagh gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. habemus carneficem. leopold, patrick, andrew, david, george, be thou anointed!

The peers i do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship

Bloom my subjects! we hereby nominate our faithful charger copula felix hereditary grand vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess selene, the splendour of night

John howard parnell illustrious bloom! successor to my famous brother!

Bloom we thank you from our heart, john, for this right royal welcome to green erin, the promised land of our common ancestors

Tom kernan you deserve it, your honour

Bloom on this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at ladysmith. our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. half a league onward! they charge! all is lost now! do we yield? no! we drive them headlong! lo! we charge! deploying to the left our light horse swept across the heights of plevna and, uttering their warcry, bonafide sabaoth, sabred the saracen gunners to a man

The chapel of freeman typesetters hear! hear!

John wyse nolan there's the man that got away james stephens

A bluecoat schoolboy bravo!

An old resident you're a credit to your country, sir, that's what you are

An applewoman he's a man like ireland wants

Bloom my beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. i, bloom, tell you verily it is even now at hand. on the word of a bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new bloomusalem in the nova hibernia of the future

The sightseers morituri te salutant

The man in the macintosh don't you believe a word he says. that man is leopold m'intosh, the notorious fireraiser. his real name is higgins

Bloom shoot him! dog of a christian! so much for m'intosh!

Care of the baby so meals for 7/6 (culinic), was jesus a sun myth? (historic), expel that pain (medic), infant's compendium of the universe (cosmic), let's all chortle (hilaric), canvasser's vade mecum (journalic), love-letters of mother assistant (erotic), who's who in space (astric), songs that reached our heart (melodic), pennywise's way to wealth (parsimonic). a general rush and scramble. women press forward to touch the hem of bloom's robe. the lady gwendolen dubedat bursts through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation. a magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. babes and sucklings are held up.)

The women little father! little father!

The babes and sucklings

Clap clap hands till poldy comes home

Cakes in his pocket for leo alone

Baby boardman hajajaja

Bloom my more than brother! dear old friends! (he plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls.) peep! bopeep! (he wheels twins in a perambulator.) ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? (he performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his mouth.) roygbiv. 32 feet per second. (he consoles a widow.) absence makes the heart grow younger. (he dances the highland fling with grotesque antics.) leg it, ye devils! (he kisses the bedsores of a palsied veteran.) honourable wounds! (he trips up a fat policeman.) u.p.: up. u.p.: up. (he whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly.) naughty, naughty! (he eats a raw turnip offered him by maurice butterly, farmer.) fine! splendid! (he refuses to accept three shillings offered him by joseph hynes, journalist.) my dear fellow, not at all! (he gives his coat to a beggar.) please accept. (he takes part in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) come on, boys! wriggle it, girls!

The citizen may the good god bless him!

Bloom aleph beth ghimel daleth hagadah tephilim kosher yom kippur hanukah ros chaschana beni brith bar mitzvah mazzoth askenazim meshuggah talith

Jimmy henry the court of conscience is now open. his most catholic majesty will now administer open air justice. free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. all cordially invited. given at this our loyal city of dublin in the year i of the paradisiacal era

Paddy leonard what am i to do about my rates and taxes?

Bloom pay them, my friend

Paddy leonard thank you

Nosey flynn can i raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

Bloom sirs, take notice that by the law of torts you are bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five pounds

J.j. o'molly a daniel did i say? nay! a peter o'brien!

Nosey flynn where do i draw the five pounds?

Pisser burke for bladder trouble?

Bloom

Acid. nit. hydrochlor dil., 20 minims

Tinct. mix. vom., 4 minims

Extr. taraxel. lig., 30 minims

Aq. dis. ter in die

Chris callinan what is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of aldebaran?

Bloom pleased to hear from you, chris. k. ii

Joe hynes why aren't you in uniform?

Bloom when my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?

Ben dollard pansies?

Bloom embellish suburban gardens

Ben dollard when twins arrive?

Bloom father starts thinking

Larry o'rourke an eight day licence for my new premises. you remember me, sir leo, when you were in number seven. i'm sending around a dozen of stout for the missus

Bloom you have the advantage of me. lady bloom accepts no presents

Crofton this is indeed a festivity

Bloom you call it a festivity. i call it a sacrament

Alexander keyes when will we have our own house of keys?

Bloom i stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments. new worlds for old. union of all, jew, moslem and gentile. three acres and a cow for all children of nature. saloon motor hearses. compulsory manual labour for all. all parks open to the public day and night. electric dishscrubbers. tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease. general amnesty, weekly carnival, with masked licence, bonuses for all, esperanto the universal brotherhood. no more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. free money, free love and a free lay church in a free lay state

O'madden burke free fox in a free henroost

Davy byrne iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

Bloom mixed races and mixed marriage

Lenehan what about mixed bathing?

Father farley he is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an any thingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith

Mrs riordan i'm disappointed in you! you bad man!

Mother grogan you beast! you abominable person!

Nosey flynn give us a tune, bloom. one of the old sweet songs

Bloom

I vowed that i never would leave her

She turned out a cruel deceiver

With my tooraloom tooraloom tooralcom tooraloom

Hoppy holohan good old bloom! there's nobody like him after all

Paddy leonard stage irishman!

Bloom what railway opera is like a tramline in gibraltar? the rows of casteele

Lenehan plagiarist! down with bloom!

The veiled sibyl i'm a bloomite and i glory in it. i believe in him in spite of all. i'd give my life for him, the funniest man on earth

Bloom i bet she's a bonny lassie

Theodore purefoy he employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature

The veiled sibyl my hero god!

Alexander j. dowie fellowchristians and antibloomites, the man called bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men. a fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery recalling the cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. this vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the apocalypse. a worshipper of the scarlet woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. the stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. caliban!

The mob lynch him! roast him! he's as bad as parnell was. mr fox!

Bloom this is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. by heaven, i am guiltless as the unsunned snow! it was my brother henry. he is my double. he lives in number 2 dolphin's barn. slander, the viper, has wrongfully accused me. fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. i call on my old friend, dr malachi mulligan, sex specialist to give medical testimony on my behalf

Dr mulligan dr bloom is bisexually abnormal. he has recently escaped from dr eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust. traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. there are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. ambidexterity is also latent. he is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. in consequence of a family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and i believe him to be more sinned against than sinning. i have made a pervaginal examination and, after application of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, i declare him to be virgo intacta

Dr madden hypsospadia is also marked. in the interest of coming generations i suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in spirits of wine in the national teratological museum

Dr crotthers i have examined the patient's urine. it is albuminoid. salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent

Dr punch costello the fetor judaicus is most perceptible

Dr dixon professor bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man. his moral nature is simple and lovable. many have found him a dear man, a dear person. he is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feeble-minded in the medical sense. he has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the reformed priests' protection society which clears up everything. he is practically a total abstainer and i can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. he wears a hairshirt winter and summer and scourges himself every saturday. he was, i understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in glencree reformatory. another report states that he was a very posthumous child. i appeal for clemency in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. he is about to have a baby

Bloom o, i so want to be a mother

Mrs thornton embrace me tight, dear. you'll be soon over it. tight, dear

A voice bloom, are you the messiah ben joseph or ben david?

Bloom you have said it

Brother buzz then perform a miracle

Bantam lyons prophesy who will win the saint leger

Heals several sufferers from kings evil, contracts his face so as to resemble many historical personages, lord beaconsfield, lord byron, wat tyler, moses of egypt, moses maimonides, moses mendelssohn, henry irving, rip van winkle, rossuth, jean jacques rousseau, baron leopold rothschild, robinson crusoe, sherlock holmes, pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.)

Brini, papal nuncio leopoldi autem generatio. moses begat noah and noah begat eunuch and eunuch begat o'halloran and o'halloran begat guggenheim and guggenheim begat agendath and agendath begat netaim and netaim begat le hirsch and le hirsch begat jesurum and jesurum begat mackay and mackay begat ostrolopsky and ostrolopsky begat smerdoz and smerdoz begat weiss and weiss begat schwarz and schwarz begat adrianopoli and adrianopoli began aranjuez and aranjuez begat lewy lawson and lewy lawson begat ichabudonosor and ichabudonosor begat o'donnell magnus and o'donnell magnus begat christbaum and christbaum begat ben maimun and ben maimun begat dusty rhodes and dusty rhodes begat benamor and benamor begat jones-smith and jones-smith begat savorgnanovich and savorgnanovich begat jasperstone and jasperstone begat vingtetunieme and vingtetunieme begat szombathely and szombathely begat virag and virag begat bloom et vocabitur nomen eius emmanuel

A deadhand bloom is a cod. a crab what did you do in the cattlecreep behind kilbarrack?

A female infant and under ballybough bridge?

A hollybush and in the devil's glen?

Bloom spare my past

The irish evicted tenants sjambok him!

The artane orphans

You big, you bog, you dirty dog!

You think the ladies love you!

The prison gate girls

If you see kay

Tell him he may

See you in tea

Tell him from me

Hornblower and he shall carry the sins of the people to azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and to lilith, the nighthag. and they shall stone him and defile him, all from agendath netaim and from mizraim, the land of ham

Mastiansky and citron belial! laemlein of istria! the false messiah! abulafia!

Mesias to alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings

Bloom just like old times. poor bloom!

Reuben j. the squeak is out. a split is gone for the flatties. nip the first rattler

The fire brigade pflaap!

Brother buzz forgive him his trespasses

The citizen thank heaven!

Bloom weep not for me, o daughters of erin

The daughters of erin kidney of bloom, pray for us. flower of the bath, pray for us. mentor of menton, pray for us. canvasser for the freeman, pray for us. charitable mason, pray for us. wandering soap, pray for us. sweets of sin, pray for us. music without words, pray for us. reprover of the citizen, pray for us. friend of all frillies, pray for us. midwife most merciful, pray for us. potato preservative against plague and pestilence, pray for us

Zoe talk away till you're black in the face

Bloom let me be going now, woman of the house, for by all the goats in connemara i'm after having the father and mother of a bating. all insanity. patriotism, sorrow for the dead, music, future of the race. to be or not to be. life's dream is o'er. end it peacefully. they can live on. (he gazes far away mournfully.) i am ruined. a few pastilles of aconite. the blinds drawn. a letter. then lie back to rest. (he breathes softly.) no more. i have lived. fare. farewell

Zoe honest? till the next time. suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too quick with your best girl. o, i can read your thoughts

Bloom man and woman, love, what is it? a cork and bottle

Zoe i hate a rotter that's insincere. give a bleeding whore a chance

Bloom i am very disagreeable. you are a necessary evil. where are you from? london?

Zoe hog's norton where the pigs play the organs. i'm yorkshire born. i say, tommy tittlemouse. stop that and begin worse. have you cash for a short time? ten shillings?

Bloom more, houri, more

Zoe and more's mother? are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? come and i'll peel off

Bloom somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. the greeneyed monster. you know how difficult it is. i needn't tell you

Zoe what the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for. come

Bloom laughing witch! the hand that rocks the cradle

Zoe babby!

Bloom one two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone

The buckles love me. love me not. love me

Zoe silent means consent. hot hands cold gizzard

The male brutes good!

Zoe hoopsa! don't fall upstairs

Bloom the just man falls seven times. after you is good manners

Zoe ladies first, gentlemen after

Kitty she's a bit imbecilic. blemblem. (lynch lifts up her skirt and white petticoat with the wand. she settles them down quickly.) respect yourself. (she hiccups, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which her hair glows, red with henna.) o, excuse!

Zoe more limelight, charley

Kitty what ails it tonight?

Lynch enter a ghost and hobgoblins

Zoe clap on the back for zoe

Kitty o, excuse!

Zoe your boy's thinking of you. tie a knot on your shift

Stephen as a matter of fact it is of no importance whether benedetto marcello found it or made it. the rite is the poet's rest. it may be an old hymn to demeter or also illustrate coela enarrant gloriam domini. 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 circe's or what am i saying ceres' altar and david's tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about his almightiness. mais, nom de nom, that is another pair of trousers. jetez la gourme. faut que jeunesse se passe. which side is your knowledge bump?

The cap bah! it is because it is. woman's reason. jewgreek is greekjew. extremes meet. death is the highest form of life. bah!

Stephen you remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. how long shall i continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? whetstone!

The cap bah!

Stephen here's another for you. the reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which

The cap which? finish. you can't

Stephen interval which. is the greatest possible ellipse. consistent with. the ultimate return. the octave. which

The cap which?

Stephen what went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself. god, the sun, shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself, becomes that self. wait a moment. wait a second. damn that fellow's noise in the street. self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. ecco!

Lynch what a learned speech

Zoe god help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten

Florry they say the last day is coming this summer

Kitty no!

Zoe great unjust god!

Florry well, it was in the papers about anti christ. o, my foot's tickling

The newsboys stop press edition. result of the rockinghorse races. sea serpent in the royal canal. safe arrival of antichrist

Stephen a time, times and half a time

All what?

The hobgoblin il vient! c'est moi! l'homme qui rit! l'homme primigene! sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! (he crouches juggling. tiny roulette planets fly from his hands.) les jeux son! faits! (the planets rush together, uttering crepitant cracks.) rien n'va plus. (the planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. he springs off into vacuum.)

Florry the end of the world!

The gramophone jerusalem! open your gates and sing hosanna

The end of the world wha'll dance the keel row, the keel row, the keel row?

Elijah no yapping, if you please, in this booth. jake crane, creole sue, dave campbell, abe kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. say, i am operating all this trunk line. boys, do it now. god's time is 12.25. tell mother you'll be there. rush your order and you play a slick ace. join on right here! book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. just one word more. are you a god or a doggone clod? if the second advent came to coney island are we ready? florry christ, stephen christ, zoe christ, bloom christ, kitty christ, lynch christ, it's up to you to sense that cosmic force. have we cold feet about the cosmos? no. be on the side of the angels. be a prism. you have that something within, the higher self. you can rub shoulders with a jesus, a gautama, an ingersoll. are you all in this vibration? i say you are. you once nobble that, congregation, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. you got me? it's a lifebrightener, sure. the hottest stuff ever was. it's the whole pie with jam in. it's just the cutest snappiest line out. it is immense, supersumptuous. it restores. it vibrates. i know and i am some vibrator. joking apart and getting down to bedrock, a. j. christ dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? o.k. seventyseven west sixtyninth street. got me? that's it. you call me up by sunphone any old time. bumboosers, save your stamps. now then our glory song. all join heartily in the singing. encore! jeru

The gramophone whorusalaminyour highhohhhh

The three' whores ahhkkk!

Elijah big brother up there, mr president, you hear what i done just been saying to you. certainly, i sort of believe strong in you, mr president. i certainly am thinking now miss higgins and miss ricketts got religion way inside them. 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 seed you. mr president, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. our mr president, he twig the whole lot and he ain't saying nothing

Kitty-kate i forgot myself. in a weak moment i erred and did what i did on constitution hill. i was confirmed by the bishop. my mother's sister married a montmorency. it was a working plumber was my ruination when i was pure

Zoe-fanny i let him larrup it into me for the fun of it

Florry-teresa it was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of hennessy's three stars i was guilty with whelan when he slipped into the bed

Stephen in the beginning was the word, in the end the world without end. blessed be the eight beatitudes

The beatitudes beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop

Lyster he is our friend. i need not mention names. seek thou the light

Best i was just beautifying him, don't you know. a thing of beauty, don't you know. yeats says, or i mean, keats says. esthetics and cosmetics are for the boudoir. i am out for truth. plain truth for a plain man. tanderagee wants the facts and means to get them

Mananaan maclir aum! hek! wal! ak! lub! mor! ma! white yoghin of the gods. occult pimander of hermes trismegistos. punarjanam patsypunjaub! i won't have my leg pulled. it has been said by one: beware the left, the cult of shakti. (with a cry of stormbirds.) shakti, shiva! dark hidden father! (he smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand. on its co-operative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac. he wails with the vehemence of the ocean.) aum! baum! pyjaum! i am the light of the homestead, i am the dreamery creamery butter

The gasjet pooah! pfuiiiiii!

Zoe who has a fag as i'm here?

Lynch here

Zoe is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? can you see the beauty spot of my behind?

Lynch i'm not looking

Zoe no? you wouldn't do a less thing. would you suck a lemon?

Virag my name is virag lipoti, of szombathely. promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. the injection mark on the thigh i hope you perceived? good

Bloom granpapachi. but

Virag number two on the other hand, she 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 should opine. backbone in front, so to say. correct me but i always understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. in a word. hippogriff. am i right?

Bloom she is rather lean

Virag absolutely! well observed and those pannier pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. a new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been mulcted. meretricious finery to deceive the eye. observe the attention to details of dustspecks. never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. parallax! did you hear my brain go snap? pollysyllabax!

Bloom she seems sad

Virag hoax! beware of the flapper and bogus mournful. lily of the alley. all possess bachelor's button discovered by rualdus colombus. tumble her. columble her. chameleon. well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. there is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. what ho, she bumps! the ugly duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel

Bloom when you come out without your gun

Virag we can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. pay your money, take your choice. how happy could you be with either

Bloom with?

Virag lyum! look. her beam is broad. she is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the noonday soupplate, while on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. when coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. that suits your book, fleshhotpots of egypt to hanker after. wallow in it. lycopodium. slapbang! there he goes again

Bloom the stye i dislike

Virag contact with a goldring, they say. argumentum ad feminam, as we said in old rome and ancient greece in the consulship of diplodocus and ichthyo saurus. for the rest eve's sovereign remedy. not for sale. hire only. huguenot. it is a funny sound

But possibly it is only a wart. i presume you shall have remembered what i will have taught you on that head? wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg

Bloom wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. this searching ordeal. it has been an unusually fatiguing day, a chapter of accidents. wait. i mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you said

Virag stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. see, you have forgotten. exercise your mnemotechnic. la causa è santa. tara. tara. he will surely remember

Bloom rosemary also did i understand you to say or will power over parasitic tissues. then nay no i have an inkling. the touch of a deadhand cures. mnemo?

Virag i say so. i say so. e'en so. technic. this book tells you how to act with all descriptive particulars. consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. virag is going to talk about amputation. our old friend caustic. they must be starved. snip off with horsehair under the denned neck. but, to change the venue to the bulgar and the basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? (with a dry snigger.) you intended to devote an entire year to the study of the religious problem and the summer months of 1882 to square the circle and win that million. pomegranate! from the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. pyjamas, let us say? or stockingette gusseted knickers, closed? or, put we the case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? (he crows derisively.) keekeereekee!

Bloom i wanted then to have now concluded. nightdress was never. hence this. but tomorrow is a new day will be. past was is today. what now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester

Virag insects of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the inferiorly pulchritudinous female possessing extendified pudendal verve in dorsal region. pretty poll! they had a proverb in the carpathians in or about the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our era. one tablespoonful of honey will attract friend bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. bear's buzz bothers bees. but of this apart. at another time we may resume. we were very pleased, we others. (he coughs and, bending his brow, rubs his nose thoughtfully with a scooping hand.) you shall find that these night insects follow the light. an illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. 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 year. some, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. perceive. that is his appropriate sun. nightbird nightsun nighttown. chase me, charley! buzz!

Bloom bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job i

Virag splendid! spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. bubbly jock! bubbly jock! where are we? open sesame! cometh forth! (he unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the letters which he claws.) stay, good friend. i bring thee thy answer redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. i'm the best o'cook. those succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. though they stink yet they sting. (he wags head with cackling raillery.) jocular. with my eyeglass in my ocular

Bloom ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. always open sesame. the cloven sex. why they fear vermin, creeping things. yet eve and the serpent contradict. not a historical fact. obvious analogy to my idea. serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. like those bubblyjocular roman matrons one reads of in elephantuliasis

Virag that the cows with their those distended udders that they have been the known

Bloom i am going to scream. i beg your pardon. so. spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats to his avid suction. ant milks aphis. instinct rules the world. in life. in death

Virag who's ger ger? who's dear gerald? o, i much fear he shall be most badly burned. will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? luss puss puss puss! (he sighs, draws back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw.) well, well. he doth rest anon

I'm a tiny tiny thing

Ever flying in the spring

Round and round a ringaring

Long ago i was a king

Now i do this kind of thing

On the wing, on the wing!

Bing!

Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats

Henry there is a flower that bloometh

Stephen play with your eyes shut. imitate pa. filling my belly with husks of swine. too much of this. i will arise and go to my. expect this is the. steve, thou art in a parlous way. must visit old deasy or telegraph. our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression. though our ages. will write fully tomorrow. i'm partially drunk, by the way. minor chord comes now. yes. not much however

Artifoni ci rifletta. lei rovina tutto

Florry sing us something. love's old sweet song

Stephen no voice. i am a most finished artist. lynch, did i show you the letter about the lute?

Florry the bird that can sing and won't sing

Philip sober take a fool's advice. all is not well. work it out with the buttend of a pencil, like a good young idiot. three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. mooney's en ville, mooney's sur mer, the moira, larchet's, holles street hospital, burke's. i am watching you

Philip drunk bosh, man. go to hell! i paid my way. if i could only find out about octaves. reduplication of personality. who was it told me his name?

Aha, yes. zoe mou sas agapo. have a notion i was here before. when was it not atkinson his card i have somewhere? mac somebody. unmack i have it. he told me about, hold on, swinburne, was it, no?

Florry and the song?

Stephen spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

Florry are you out of maynooth? you're like someone i knew once

Stephen out of it now. clever

Philip drunk and philip sober clever ever. out of it. out of it. by the by have you the book, the thing, the ashplant? yes, there it, yes. cleverever outofitnow. keep in condition. do like us

Zoe there was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up. you needn't try to hide, i says to him. i know you've a roman collar

Virag perfectly logical from his standpoint. fall of man. to hell with the pope! nothing new under the sun. i am the virag who disclosed the sex secrets of monks and maidens. why i left the church of rome. read the priest, the woman and the confessional. penrose. flipperty jippert. woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one. (he cries.) coactus volui. then giddy woman will run about. strong man grasps woman's wrist. woman squeals, bites, spucks. man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. (he chases his tail.) piffpaff! popo! (he stops, sneezes.) pchp! (he worries his butt.) prrrrrht!

Lynch i hope you gave the good father a penance. nine glorias for shooting a bishop

Zoe he couldn't get a connection. only, you know, sensation. a dry rush

Bloom poor man!

Zoe only for what happened him

Bloom how?

Virag verfluchte goim! he had a father, forty fathers. he never existed. pig god! he had two left feet. he was judas iacchias, a libyan eunuch, the pope's bastard. a son of a whore. apocalypse

Kitty and mary shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from jimmy pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we all subscribed for the funeral

Philip drunk qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, philippe?

Philip sober c'était le sacré pigeon, philippe

Lynch and to such delights has metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes

Florry locomotor ataxy

Zoe o, my dictionary

Lynch three wise virgins

Virag she sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orange flower. panther, the roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. messiah! he burst her tympanum. (with gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the cynical spasm.) hik! hek! hak! hok! huk! kok! kuk!

Ben pollard when love absorbs my ardent soul

The virgins big ben! ben macchree!

A voice hold that fellow with the bad breeches

Ben dollard hold him now

Henry thine heart, mine love. when first i saw

Virag rats! after having said which i took my departure. farewell. fare thee well. dreck!

The flybill k. 11. post no bills. strictly confidential. dr hy franks

Henry all is lost now

Virag's head quack!

Stephen you would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. but beware antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of anus heresiarchus. the agony in the closet

Lynch all one and the same god to her

Stephen and sovereign lord of all things

Florry i'm sure you are a spoiled priest. or a monk

Lynch he is. a cardinal's son

Stephen cardinal sin. monks of the screw

The cardinal

Conservio lies captured

He lies in the lowest dungeon

With manacles and chains around his limbs

Weighing upwards of three tons

O, the poor little fellow hi-hi-hi-hi-his legs they were yellow he was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake but some bloody savage to graize his white cabbage he murdered nell flaherty's duckloving drake

I'm suffering the agony of the damned. by the hoky fiddle, thanks be to jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous. if they were they'd walk me off the face of the bloody globe

Shall carry my heart to thee, shall carry my heart to thee, and the breath of the balmy night shall carry my heart to thee

The doorhandle theeee

Zoe the devil is in that door

Zoe hum. thank your mother for the rabbits. i'm very fond of what i like

Bloom if it were he? after? or because not? or the double event?

Zoe fingers was made before forks. no objection to french lozenges? (he nods. she taunts him.) have it now or wait till you get it? (he opens his mouth, his head cocked. she whirls the prize in left circle. his head follows. she whirls it back in right circle. he eyes her.) catch

Kitty the engineer i was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones. full of the best liqueurs. and the viceroy was there with his lady. the gas we had on the toft's hobbyhorses. i'm giddy still

Bloom go, go, go, i conjure you, whoever you are

Bloom thanks

Zoe do as you're bid. here

Bloom aphrodisiac? but i thought it. vanilla calms or? mnemo. confused light confuses memory. red influences lupus. colours affect women's characters, any they have. this black makes me sad. eat and be merry for tomorrow. influence taste too, mauve. but it is so long since i. seems new. aphro. that priest. must come. better late than never. try truffles at andrews

Bella my word! i'm all of a mucksweat

The fan married, i see

Bloom yes... partly, i have mislaid

The fan and the missus is master. petticoat government

Bloom that is so

The fan have you forgotten me?

Bloom yes. no

The fan is me her was you dreamed before? was then she him you us since knew? am all them and the same now we?

Bloom powerful being. in my eyes read that slumber which women love

The fan we have met. you are mine. it is fate

Bloom exuberant female. enormously i desiderate your domination. i am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. i stand, so to speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the general postoffice of human life. the door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the law of falling bodies. i have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle. it runs in our family. poor dear papa, a widower, was a regular barometer from it. he believed in animal heat. a skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. near the end, remembering king david and the sunamite, he shared his bed with athos, faithful after death. a dog's spittle, as you probably.

Richie goulding mocking is catch. best value in dub. fit for a prince's liver and kidney

The fan all things end. be mine. now

Bloom all now? i should not have parted with my talisman. rain, exposure at dewfall on the sea rocks, a peccadillo at my time of life. every phenomenon has a natural cause

The fan you may

Bloom we are observed

The fan you must

Bloom i can make a true black knot. learned when i served my time and worked the mail order line for kellet's. experienced hand. every knot says a lot. let me. in courtesy. i knelt once before today

Bloom to be a shoefitter in mansfield's was my love's young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly small, of clyde road ladies. even their wax model raymonde i visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe, as worn in paris

The hoof smell my hot goathide. feel my royal weight

Bloom too tight?

The hoof if you bungle, handy andy, i'll kick your football for you

Bloom not to lace the wrong eyelet as i did the night of the bazaar dance. bad luck. nook in wrong tache of her... person you mentioned. that night she met... now!

Bloom awaiting your further orders, we remain, gentlemen

Bello hound of dishonour!

Bloom empress!

Bello adorer of the adulterous rump!

Bloom hugeness!

Bello dungdevourer!

Bloom magnificence

Bello down! incline feet forward! slide left foot one pace back. you will fall. you are falling. on the hands down!

Bloom truffles!

Bello feel my entire weight. bow, bondslave, before the throne of your despot's glorious heels, so glistening in their proud erectness

Bloom i promise never to disobey

Bello holy smoke! you little know what's in store for you. i'm the tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! i'll bet kentucky cocktails all round i shame it out of you, old son. cheek me, i dare you. if you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted in gym costume

(bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe

Zoe she's not here

Bloom she's not here

Florry she didn't mean it, mr bello. she'll be good, sir

Kitty don't be too hard on her, mr bello. sure you won't, ma'amsir

Bello come, ducky dear. i want a word with you, darling, just to administer correction. just a little heart to heart talk, sweety. there's a good girly now. (bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward.) i only want to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. how's that tender behind? o, ever so gently, pet. begin to get ready

Bloom don't tear my

Bello the nosering, the pliers, the bastinado, the hanging hook, the knout i'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the nubian slave of old. you're in for it this time. i'll make you remember me for the balance of your natural life. i shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good breakfast of matterson's fat ham rashers and a bottle of guinness's porter. (he belches.) and suck my thumping good stock exchange cigar while i read the licensed victualler's gazette. very possibly i shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce. it will hurt you

Bloom don't be cruel, nurse! don't!

Bello another!

Bloom o, it's hell itself! every nerve in my body aches like mad!

Bello good, by the rumping jumping general! that's the best bit of news i heard these six weeks. here, don't keep me waiting, damn you

Bloom you're after hitting me. i'll tell

Bello hold him down, girls, till i squat on him

Zoe yes. walk on him! i will

Florry i will. don't be greedy

Kitty no, me. lend him to me

Mrs keoch can i help?

Bello i see keating clay is elected chairman of the richmond asylum and bytheby guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. curse me for a fool that i didn't buy that lot craig and gardner told me about. just my infernal luck, curse it. and that goddamned outsider throwaway at twenty to one. where's that goddamned cursed ashtray?

Bloom o! o! monsters! cruel one!

Bello ask for that every ten minutes. beg, pray for it as you never prayed before. here, kiss that. both. kiss. gee up! a cockhorse to banbury cross. i'll ride him for the eclipse stakes. (he bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting.) ho! off we pop! i'll nurse you in proper fashion. (he horserides cockhorse, leaping in the saddle.) the lady goes a pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop

Florry let me on him now. you had enough. i asked before you

Zoe me. me. are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

Bloom can't

Bello well, i'm not. wait. curse it. here. this bung's about burst. take that! (he recorks himself) yes, by jingo, sixteen three quarters

Bloom not man. woman

Bello no more blow hot and cold. what you longed for has come to pass. henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. now for your punishment frock. you will shed your male garments, you understand, ruby cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously rustling over head and shoulders and quickly too

Bloom silk, mistress said! o crinkly! scrapy! must i tip-touch it with my nails?

Bello as they are now, so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with smoothshaven armpits. tape measurements will be taken next your skin. you will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille, with whalebone busk, to the diamond trimmed pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of course, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for alice and nice scent for alice. alice will feel the pullpull. martha and mary will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you

Bloom i tried her things on only once, a small prank, in holles street. when we were hardup i washed them to save the laundry bill. my own shirts i turned. it was the purest thrift

Bello little jobs that make mother pleased, and showed off coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind close-drawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders, in various poses of surrender, ho! ho! i have to laugh! that secondhand black operatop shift and short trunk leg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that mrs miriam dandrade sold you from the shelbourne hotel

Bloom miriam, black. demimondaine

Bello christ almighty, it's too tickling, this! you were a nicelooking miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as mrs dandrade, about to be violated by lieutenant smythe smythe, mr philip augustus blockwell, m.p., signor laci daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed bert, the liftboy, henry fleury of gordon bennett fame, sheridan, the quadroon cræsus, the varsity wetbob eight from old trinity, ponto, her splendid newfoundland and bobs, dowager duchess of manorhamilton. christ, wouldn't it make a siamese cat laugh?

Bloom it was gerald converted me to be a true corsetlover when i was female impersonator in the high school play vice versa. it was dear gerald. he got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. now dearest gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. cult of the beautiful

Bello beautiful! give us a breather! when you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the smoothworn throne

Bloom science. to compare the various joys we each enjoy. and really it's better the position... because often i used to wet

Bello no insubordination. the sawdust is there in the corner for you. i gave you strict instructions, didn't i? do it standing, sir! i'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! if i catch a trace on your swaddles. aha! by the ass of the dorans you'll find i'm a martinet. the sins of your past are rising against you. many. hundreds

The sins of the past he went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the black church. unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to miss dunn at an address in d'olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox. by word and deed he encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. in five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males. and by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he could see? did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?

Bello say! what was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? go the whole hog. puke it out. be candid for once

Bloom don't ask me. our mutual faith. pleasants street. i only thought the half of the... i swear on my sacred oath

Bello answer. repugnant wretch! i insist on knowing. tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good-ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! where? how? what time? with how many? i give you just three seconds. one! two! thr

Bloom i rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant

Bello o get out, you skunk! hold your tongue! speak when you're spoken to

Bloom master! mistress! mantamer!

Bello by day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes, also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. won't that be nice? and there now! with this ring i thee own. say, thank you, mistress

Bloom thank you, mistress

Bello you will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the different rooms, including old mrs keogh's the cook's, a sandy one. ay, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne. drink me piping hot. hop! you will dance attendance or i'll lecture you on your misdeeds, miss ruby, and spank your bare bot right well, miss, with the hairbrush. you'll be taught the error of your ways. at night your wellcreamed braceleted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips. for such favours knights of old laid down their lives. my boys will be no end charmed to see you so ladylike, the colonel, above all. when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. first, i'll have a go at you myself. a man i know on the turf named charles alberta marsh is on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock. swell the bust. smile. droop shoulders. what offers? (he points.) for that lot trained by owner to fetch and carry, basket in mouth. (he bares his arm and plunges it elbowdeep in bloom's vulva.) there's fine depth for you! what, boys? that give you a hardon? (he shoves his arm in a bidder's face.) here, wet the deck and wipe it round!

A bidder a florin!

A voice one and eightpence too much

The lacquey barang!

Charles alberta marsh must be virgin. good breath. clean

Bello two bar. rockbottom figure and cheap at the price. fourteen hands high. touch and examine his points. handle him. this downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. if i had only my gold piercer here! and quite easy to milk. three newlaid gallons a day. a pure stock getter, due to lay within the hour. his sire's milk record was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. whoa, my jewel! beg up! whoa! so! warranted cohen! what advance on two bob, gentlemen?

A darkvisaged man hoondert punt sterlink

Voices for the caliph haroun al raschid

Bello right. let them all come. the scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee, appeal to the better instincts of the blasé man about town. learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch louis xv heels, the grecian bend with provoking croup, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. bring all your power of fascination to bear on them. pander to their gomorrahan vices

Bloom o, i know what you're hinting at now

Bello what else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? up! up! manx cat! what have we here? where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? sing, birdy, sing. it's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. buy a bucket or sell your pump. can you do a man's job?

Bloom eccles street

Bello i wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. the tables are turned, my gay young fellow! he is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. well for you, you muff, if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it. he shot his bolt, i can tell you! foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! he's no eunuch. a shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush! wait for nine months, my lad! holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already! that makes you wild, don't it? touches the spot? spittoon!

Bloom i was indecently treated, i... inform the police. hundred pounds. unmentionable. i

Bello would if you could, lame duck. a downpour we want, not your drizzle

Bloom to drive me mad! moll! i forgot! forgive! moll!... we... still

Bello no, leopold bloom, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in sleepy hollow your night of twenty years. return and see

Sleepy hollow rip van winkle! rip van winkle!

Bloom i see her! it's she! the first night at mat dillon's! but that dress, the green! and her hair is dyed gold and he

Bello that's your daughter, you owl, with a mullingar student

Milly my! it's papli! but. o papli, how old you've grown!

Bello changed, our whatnot, our writing table where we never wrote, aunt hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old masters. a man and his men friends are living there in clover. the cuckoos' rest! why not? how many women had you, say? following them up dark streets, flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts. what, you male prostitute? blameless dames with parcels of groceries. turn about. sauce for the goose, my gander, o

Bloom they... i

Bello their heelmarks will stamp the brusselette carpet you bought at wren's auction. in their horseplay with moll the romp to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue you carried home in the rain for art for art's sake. they will violate the secrets of your bottom drawer. pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills. and they will spit in your ten shilling brass fender from hampton leedom's

Bloom ten and six. the act of low scoundrels. let me go. i will return. i will prove

A voice swear!

Bello as a paying guest or a kept man? too late. you have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. your epitaph is written. you are down and out and don't you forget it, old bean

Bloom justice! all ireland versus one! has nobody

Bello die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency or grace about you. i can give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. sign a will and leave us any coin you have. if you have none see you damn well get it, steal it, rob it! we'll bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old cuck cohen, my stepnephew i married, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a crick in his neck, and my other ten or eleven husbands, what ever the buggers' names were, suffocated in the one cess pool. we'll manure you, mr flower! byby, poldy! byby, papli!

Bloom my will power! memory! i have sinned! i have suff.

Bello crybabby! crocodile tears!

The circumcised shema israel adonai elohenu adonai echad

Voices so he's gone. yes. yes, indeed. bloom? never heard of him. no? queer kind of chap. there's the widow. that so? yes

The yews sister. our sister. ssh

The nymph mortal! nay, dost not weepest!

Bloom this position. i felt it was expected of me. force of habit

The nymph mortal! you found me in evil company, high kickers, coster picnic makers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in flesh tights and the nifty shimmy dancers, la aurora and karini, musical act, the hit of the century. i was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil. i was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. useful hints to the married

Bloom we have met before. on another star

The nymph rubber goods. neverrip. brand as sup plied to the aristocracy. corsets for men. i cure fits or money refunded. unsolicited testimonials for professor waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. my bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports mrs gus rublin with photo

Bloom you mean photo bits?

The nymph i do. you bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. and with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame

Bloom your classic curves, beautiful immortal. i was glad to look on you, to praise you, a thing of beauty, almost to pray

The nymph during dark nights i heard your praise

Bloom yes, yes. you mean that i... sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. i know i fell out of my bed or rather was pushed. steel wine is said to cure snoring. for the rest there is that english invention, pamphlet of which i received some days ago, incorrectly addressed. it claims to afford a noiseless inoffensive vent. 'twas ever thus. frailty, thy name is marriage

The nymph and words. they are not in my dictionary

Bloom you understood them?

The yews ssh

The nymph what have i not seen in that chamber? what must my eyes look down on?

Bloom i know. soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care. the quoits are loose. from gibraltar by long sea, long ago

The nymph worse! worse!

Bloom that antiquated commode. it wasn't her weight. she scaled just eleven stone nine. she put on nine pounds after weaning. it was a crack and want of glue. and that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle

The waterfall

Poulaphouca poulaphouca

Poulaphouca poulaphouca

The yews listen. whisper. she is right, our sister. we grew by poulaphouca waterfall. we gave shade on languorous summer days

John wyse nolan prosper! give shade on languorous days, trees of ireland!

The yews who came to poulaphouca with the high school excursion? who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

Bloom i was in my teens, a growing boy. a little then sufficed, a jolting car, the mingling odours of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the throng penned tight on the old royal stairs, for they love crushes, instincts of the herd, and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice. even a pricelist of their hosiery. and then the heat. there were sunspots that summer. end of school. and tipsycake. halcyon days

The halcyon days mackerel! live us again. hurray!

Bloom again! i feel sixteen! what a lark! let's ring all the bells in montague street. hurray for the high school!

The echo fool!

The yews she is right, our sister. whisper. who profaned our silent shade?

The nymph there! in the open air?

The yews sister, yes. and on our virgin sward

The waterfall

Poulaphouca poulaphouca

Phoucaphouca phoucaphouca

The nymph o! infamy!

Bloom i was precocious. youth. the fauns. i sacrificed to the god of the forest. the flowers that bloom in the spring. it was pairing time. capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. lotty clarke, flaxenhaired, i saw at her night toilette through ill-closed curtains, with poor papa's operaglasses. the wanton ate grass wildly. she rolled downhill at rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits. she climbed their crooked tree and i... a saint couldn't resist it. the demon possessed me. besides, who saw?

Staggering bob me. me see

Bloom simply satisfying a need. no girl would when i went girling. too ugly. they wouldn't play

The nannygoat megegaggegg! nannannanny!

Bloom regularly engaged. circumstances alter cases. thirtytwo head over heels per second. press nightmare. giddy elijah. fall from cliff. sad end of government printer's clerk. (through silversilent summer air the dummy of bloom, rolled in a mummy, rolls rotatingly from the lion's head cliff into the purple waiting waters.)

The dummymummy bbbbblllllbbblblodschbg?

Councillor nanneti when my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then let my epitaph be written. i have

Bloom done. prff

The nymph we immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. we are stonecold and pure. we eat electric light. spoke to me. heard from behind. how then could you

Bloom o, i have been a perfect pig. enemas too i have administered. one third of a pint of quassia, to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. up the fundament. with hamilton long's syringe, the ladies' friend

The nymph in my presence. the powderpuff. and the rest

Bloom yes. peccavi! i have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. for why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules

The voice of kitty show us one of them cushions

The voice of florry here

The voice of lynch whew! piping hot!

The voice of zoe came from a hot place

The voice of virag hot! hot! ware sitting bull!

Bloom it overpowers me. the warm impress of her warm form. even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. so womanly full. it fills me full

The waterfall

Phillaphulla poulaphouca

Poulaphouca poulaphouca

The yews ssh! sister, speak!

The nymph tranquilia convent. sister agatha. mount carmel, the apparitions of knock and lourdes. no more desire. only the ethereal. where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull

The button bip!

The sluts

O leopold lost the pin of his drawers

He didn't know what to do

To keep it up

To keep it up

Bloom you have broken the spell. the last straw. if there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? shy but willing, like an ass pissing

The yews deciduously!

The nymph sacrilege! to attempt my virtue! sully my innocence! you are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. wait, satan. you'll sing no more lovesongs. amen. amen. amen. amen. (she draws a poniard and, clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his loins.) nekum!

Bloom hoy! nebrakada! cat of nine lives! fair play, madam. no pruning knife. the fox and the grapes, is it? what do we lack with your barbed wire? crucifix not thick enough? a holy abbot you want or brophy, the lame gardener, or the spoutless statue of the watercarrier or good mother alphonsus, reynard?

The nymph poli

Bloom as if you didn't get it on the double yourselves. no jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. i tried it. your strength our weakness. what's our stud fee? what will you pay on the nail? you fee men dancers on the riviera, i read. i have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. and would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, fool someone else, not me. (he sniffs.) but. onions. stale. sulphur. grease

Bella you'll know me the next time

Bloom passée. mutton dressed as lamb. lone in the tooth and superfluous hairs. a raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion. and take some double chin drill. your eyes are as vapid as the glass eyes of your stuffed fox. they have the dimensions of your other features, that's all. i'm not a triple screw propeller

Bella you're not game, in fact. fohracht!

Bloom clean your nailless middle finger first, the cold spunk of your bully is dripping from your cockscomb. take a handful of hay and wipe yourself

Bella i know you, canvasser! dead cod!

Bloom i saw him, kipkeeper! pox and gleet vendor!

Bella which of you was playing the dead march from saul?

Zoe me. mind your cornflowers. the cat's ramble through the slag. who's making love to my sweeties? (she darts back to the table.) what's yours is mine and what's mine is my own

Bloom give me back that potato, will you? zoe forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing

Bloom it is nothing, but still a relic of poor mamma

Zoe

Give a thing and take it back

God'll ask you where is that

You'll say you don't know

God'll send you down below

Bloom there is a memory attached to it. i should like to have it

Stephen to have or not to have, that is the question

Zoe here. those that hides knows where to find

Bella here. this isn't a musical peepshow. and don't you smash that piano. who's paying here?

Stephen this silken purse i made out of the sow's ear of the public. madam, excuse me. if you allow me. we are all in the same sweepstake, kinch and lynch. dans ce bordel où tenons nostre état

Lynch dedalus! give her your blessing for me

Stephen gold. she has it

Bella do you want three girls? it's ten shillings here

Stephen a hundred thousand apologies. permit, brevi manu, my sight is somewhat troubled

Florry ow! my foot's asleep

Bella, zoe. kitty, lynch, bloom the gentleman... ten shillings... paying for the three allow me a moment... this gentleman pays separate who's touching it?... ow... mind who you're pinching... are you staying the night or a short time? who did?... you're a liar, excuse me... the gentle man paid down like a gentleman... drink... it's long after eleven

Stephen no bottles! what, eleven? a riddle

Zoe hard earned on the flat of my back

Lynch come!

Kitty wait

Florry and me?

Lynch hoopla!

Stephen the fox crew, the cocks flew, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. 'tis time for her poor soul to get out of heaven

Bloom so. allow me. three times ten. we're square

Bella you're such a slyboots, old cocky. i could kiss you

Zoe hum? deep as a drawwell

Bloom this is yours

Stephen how is that? le distrait or absentminded beggar. that fell

Bloom this

Stephen lucifer. thanks

Bloom you had better hand over that cash to me to take care of. why pay more?

Stephen be just before you are generous

Bloom i will but is it wise? one, seven, eleven, and five. six. eleven. i don't answer for what you may have lost

Stephen why striking eleven? proparoxyton. moment before the next lessing says. thirsty fox. burying his grandmother. probably he killed her

Bloom that is one pound six and eleven. one pound seven, say

Stephen doesn't matter a rambling damn

Bloom no, but

Stephen cigarette, please. and so georgina johnson is dead and married. (a cigarette appears on the table. stephen looks at it.) wonder. parlour magic. married. hm. (he strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.)

Lynch you would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer

Stephen lynx eye. must get glasses. broke them yesterday. sixteen years ago. distance. the eye sees all flat. brain thinks. near: far. ineluctable modality of the visible. (he frowns mysteriously.) hm. sphinx. the beast that has two backs at midnight. married

Zoe it was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him

Florry mr lambe from london

Stephen lamb of london, who takest away the sins of our world

Lynch dona nobis pacem

Bloom don't smoke. you ought to eat. cursed dog i met. you have nothing?

Zoe is he hungry?

Stephen

Hangende hunger

Fragende frau

Macht uns alle kaput

Zoe hamlet, i am thy father's gimlet! blue eyed beauty, i'll read your hand. (she points to his forehead.) no wit, no wrinkles. (she counts.) two, three, mars, that's courage. (stephen shakes his head.) no kid

Lynch sheet lightning courage. the youth who could not shiver and shake. who taught you palmistry?

Zoe ask my ballocks that i haven't got. i see it in your face. the eye, like that. (she frowns with lowered head.)

Lynch like that. pandy bat

Father dolan any boy want flogging? broke his glasses? lazy idle little schemer. see it in your eye

Don john conmee now, father dolan! now. i'm sure that stephen is a very good little boy

Zoe woman's hand

Stephen continue. lie. hold me. caress. i never could read his handwriting except his criminal thumbprint on the haddock

Zoe what day were you born?

Stephen thursday. today

Zoe thursday's child has far to go. line of fate. influential friends

Florry imagination

Zoe mount of the moon. you'll meet with a... i won't tell you what's not good for you. or do you want to know?

Bloom more harm than good. here. read mine

Bella show. i thought so. knobby knuckles, for the women

Zoe gridiron. travels beyond the sea and marry money

Bloom wrong

Zoe o, i see. short little finger. henpecked husband. that wrong?

Black liz gara. klook. klook. klook

Bloom that weal there is an accident. fell and cut it twenty-two years ago. i was sixteen

Zoe i see, says the blind man. tell us news

Stephen see? moves to one great goal. i am twenty two too. sixteen years ago i twentytwo tumbled, twentytwo years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. hurt my hand somewhere. must see a dentist. money?

Florry what?

The boots haw, haw, have you the horn?

Zoe whisper

Lenehan ho! what do i here behold? were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?

Boylan plucking a turkey

Lenehan a good night's work

Boylan blazes kate! up to sample or your money back. smell that

Lenehan lobster and mayonnaise

Zoe and florry ha ha ha ha

Boylan bumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear. hello, bloom! mrs bloom up yet?

Bloom i'm afraid not, sir, the last articles

Boylan here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. show me in. i have a little private business with your wife. you understand?

Bloom thank you, sir. yes, sir, madam tweedy is in her bath, sir

Marion he ought to feel himself highly honoured. raoul, darling, come and dry me. i'm in my pelt. only my new hat and a carriage sponge

Boylan topping!

Bella what? what is it?

Marion let him look, the pishogue! pimp! and scourge himself! i'll write to a powerful prostitute or bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt

Bella ho ho ho ho

Boylan you can apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while i just go through her a few times

Bloom thank you, sir, i will, sir. may i bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? vaseline, sir? orangeflower?... lukewarm water?

Kitty tell us, florry. tell us. what

Mina kennedy o, it must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! o, he simply idolises every bit of her! stuck together! covered with kisses!

Lydia douce yumyum. o, he's carrying her round the room doing it! ride a cock horse. you could hear them in paris and new york. like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream

Kitty hee hee hee

Boylan's voice gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!

Marion's voice o! weeshwashtkissima, pooisthnapoohuck!

Bloom show! hide! show! plough her! more! shoot!

Bella, zoe, florry. kitty ho ho! ha ha! hee hee!

Lynch the mirror up to nature. hu hu hu hu hu hu

Shakespeare 'tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. gaze. (he crows with a black capon's laugh.) iagogo! how my oldfellow chokit his thursdaymomun. iagogogo!

Bloom when will i hear the joke?

Zoe before you're twice married and once a widower

Bloom lapses are condoned. even the great napoleon, when measurements were taken near the skin after his death

Freddy ma, you're dragging me along!

Susy mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!

Shakespeare weda seca whokilla farst

Mrs cunningham and they call me the jewel of asia

Martin cunningham

Immense! most bloody awful demirep!

Stephen et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. queens lay with prize bulls. remember pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgross father made the first confessionbox. forget not madam grissel steevens nor the suine scions of the house of lambert. and noah was drunk with wine. and his ark was open

Bella none of that here. come to the wrong shop

Lynch let him alone. he's back from paris

Zoe o go on! give us some parleyvoo

Lynch rmm rmm rmm rrr rrrmmmmm

Stephen thousand places of entertainment to expenses your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps her 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 english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night. perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. 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. ho, la la! ce pif qu'il a!

Lynch vive le vampire!

The whores bravo! parleyvoo!

Stephen great success of laughing. angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable cos turned. or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptoms virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times. enter gentlemen to see in mirrors every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omelette on the belly pièce de shakespeare

Bella an omelette on the... ho! ho! ho! ho!... omelette on the

Stephen i love you, sir darling. speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. o yes, mon loup. how much cost? waterloo. watercloset

Bella omelette

The whores encore! encore!

Stephen mark me. i dreamt of a watermelon

Zoe go abroad and love a foreign lady

Lynch across the world for a wife

Florry dreams go by contraries

Stephen it was here. street of harlots. in serpentine avenue beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. where's the red carpet spread?

Bloom look

Stephen no, i flew. my foes beneath me. and ever shall be. world without end. pater! free!

Bloom i say, look

Stephen break my spirit, will he? o merde alors! hola! hillyho!

Simon that's all right. ho, boy! are you going to win? hoop! pschatt! stable with those halfcastes. wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. head up! keep our flag flying! an eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. ulster king at arms! hai hoop! bulbul! burblblbrurblbl! hai, boy!

The crowd

Card of the races. racing card!

Ten to one the field!

Tommy on the clay here!

Tommy on the clay!

Ten to one bar one

Ten to one bar one

Try your luck on spinning jenny!

Ten to one bar one!

Sell the monkey, boys!

Sell the monkey!

I'll give ten to one!

Ten to one bar one!

The orange lodges get down and push, mister. last lap! you'll be home the night!

Garrett deasy per vias rectas!

The green lodges soft day, sir john! soft day, your honour!

Stephen hark! our friend, noise in the street!

Zoe stop!

Private carr, private compton and cissy caffrey

Yet i've a sort a

Yorkshire relish for

Zoe that's me. dance! dance! who has twopence?

Bloom who'll

Lynch here

Stephen quick! quick! where's my augur's rod?

Zoe there

Zoe dance. anybody here for there? who'll dance?

Maginni the poetry of motion, art of callisthenics. no connection with madam legget byrne's or levinstone's. fancy dress balls arranged. deportment. the katty lanner steps. so. watch me! my terpsichorean abilities. tout le monde an avant! révérence! tout le monde en place!

The pianola two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls, sweethearts they'd left behind

Maginni carré! avant deux! breathe evenly! balance!

Hours you may touch my

Cavaliers may i touch your?

Hours o, but lightly!

Cavaliers o, so lightly!

The pianola my little shy little lass has a waist

Maginni avant! huit! traversé! salut! cours de mains! croisé!

The bracelets heigho! heigho!

Zoe o!

Maginni los tiroirs! chaîne de dames! la corbeille! dos à dos!

Zoe i'm giddy

Maginni boulangère! los ronds! los ponts! chevaux de bois! escargots!

Maginni dansez avec vos dames! changes de dames! donnes le petit bouquet a votre dame! remerciez!

The pianola

Best, best of all

Baraabum!

Kitty o, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the mirus bazaar!

The pianola my girl's a yorkshire girl

Zoe yorkshire through and through. come on all!

Stephen pas seul!

The pianola

Though she's a factory lass

And wears no fancy clothes

Tutti encore! bis! bravo! encore!

Simon think of your mother's people!

Stephen dance of death

Stephen ho!

The choir

Liliata rutilantium te confessorum

Iubilantium te virginum

Buck mulligan she's beastly dead. the pity of it! mulligan meets the afflicted mother. mercurial malachi

The mother i was once the beautiful may goulding. i am dead

Stephen lemur, who are you? what bogey man's trick is this?

Buck mulligan the mockery of it! kinch killed her dogsbody bitchbody. she kicked the bucket. our great sweet mother! epi oinopa ponton

The mother all must go through it, stephen. more women than men in the world. you too. time will come

Stephen they said i killed you, mother. he offended your memory. cancer did it, not i. destiny

The mother you sang that song to me. love's bitter mystery

Stephen tell me the word, mother, if you know now. the word known to all men

The mother who saved you the night you jumped into the train at dalkey with paddy lee? who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers? prayer is all powerful. prayer for the suffering souls in the ursuline manual, and forty days' indulgence. repent, stephen

Stephen the ghoul! hyena!

The mother i pray for you in my other world. get dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brain work. years and years i loved you, o my son, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb

Zoe i'm melting!

Florry look! he's white

Bloom giddy

The mother repent! o, the fire of hell!

Stephen the corpsechewer! raw head and bloody bones!

The mother beware! beware! god's hand! (a green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in stephen's heart.)

Stephen shite!

Bloom what?

Stephen non, par exemple! the intellectual imagination! with me all or not at all. non serviam!

Florry give him some cold water. wait

The mother o sacred heart of jesus, have mercy on him! save him from hell, o divine sacred heart!

Stephen no! no! no! break my spirit all of you if you can! i'll bring you all to heel!

The mother have mercy on stephen, lord, for my sake! inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on mount calvary

Stephen nothung!

The gasjet pwfungg!

Bloom stop!

Lynch here! hold on! don't run amok!

Bella police!

Bella after him!

The whores down there

Zoe there. there's something up

Bella who pays for the lamp? there. you were with him. the lamp's broken

Bloom what lamp, woman?

A whore he tore his coat

Bella who's to pay for that? ten shillings. you're a witness

Bloom me? ten shillings? haven't you lifted enough off him? didn't he

Bella here, none of your tall talk. this isn't a brothel. a ten shilling house

Bloom only the chimney's broken. here is all he

Bella jesus! don't!

Bloom to show you how he hit the paper. there's not a sixpenceworth of damage done. ten shillings!

Florry where is he?

Bella do you want me to call the police?

Bloom o, i know. bulldog on the premises. but he's a trinity student. patrons of your establishment. gentlemen that pay the rent. know what i mean? nephew of the vice-chancellor. you don't want a scandal

Bella trinity! coming down here ragging after the boat races and paying nothing. are you my commander here? where is he? i'll charge him. disgrace him, i will. zoe! zoe!

Bloom and if it were your own son in oxford! i know

Bella who are you incog?

Zoe there's a row on

Bloom what? where? that's for the chimney. where? i need mountain air. (he hurries out through the hall. the whores point. florry follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. on the doorstep all the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right where the fog has cleared off from the left arrives a jingling hackney car. it slows to in front of the house. bloom at the halldoor perceives corny kelleher who is about to dismount from the car with two silent lechers. he averts his face. bella from within the hall uses on her whores. they blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses. corny kelleher replies with a ghostly lewd smile. the silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. zoe and kitty still point right. bloom, parting them swiftly, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face. incog haroun al baschid, he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the railings with fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. the ashplant marks his stride. a pack of bloodhounds, led by hornblower of trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers, follows from far, picking up the scent, nearer, baying, panting, at fault, breaking away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his tail. he walks, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. he is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, womans slipperslappers. after him, freshfound, the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 c 66 c night watch, john henry menton, wisdom hely, v.b. dillon, councillor nannetti, alexander keyes, larry o'rourke, joe cuffe, mrs o'dowd pisser burke, the nameless one, mrs riordan, the citizen, garryowen, whatdoyoucallhim, strangeface, fellowthatslike, sawhimbefore, chapwith, chris callinan, sir charles cameron, benjamin dollard, lenehan, bartell d'arcy, joe hynes, red murray, editor brayden, t.m. healy, mr justice fitzgibbon, john howard parnell, the reverend tinned salmon, professor joly, mrs breen, denis breen, theodore purefoy, mina purefoy, the westland row postmistress, c.p. m'coy, friend of lyons, hoppy holohan, man in the street, other man in the street, footballboots, pugnosed driver rich protestant lady, davy byrne, mrs ellen m'guinness, mrs joe gallaher george lidwell, jimmy henry on corns, superintendent laracy, father cowley, crofton out of the collector generals, dan dawson, dental surgeon bloom with tweezers, mrs bob doran, mrs kennefick, mrs wyse nolan, john wyse nolan, handsomemamedwomanrubbed againstwidebehindinclonskeatram, the bookseller of sweets of sin, miss dubedatandshedidbedad, mesdames gerald and stanislaus moran of roebuck, the managing clerk of drimmies colonel hayes, mastiansky, citron, penrose, aaron figatner, moses herzog, michael e. geraghty, inspector troy, mrs galbraith, the constable off eccles street corner old doctor brady with stethoscope, the mystery man on the beach, a retriever mrs miriam dandrade and all her lovers

The hue and cry he's bloom! stop bloom! stopabloom! stopperrobber! hi! hi! stop him on the corner!

Stephen you are my guests. the uninvited. by virtue of the fifth of george and seventh of edward. history to blame. fabled by mothers of memory

Private carr was he insulting you?

Stephen addressed her in vocative feminine. probably neuter. ungenitive

Voices no, he didn't. the girl's telling lies. he was in mrs cohen's. what's up? soldiers and civilians

Cissy caffrey i was in company with the soldiers and they left me to do you know and the young man ran up behind me. but i'm faithful to the man that's treating me though i'm only a shilling whore

Stephen hail, sisyphus. poetic. neopoetic

Voices she's faithfultheman

Cissy caffrey yes, to go with him. and me with a soldier friend

Private compton he doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. biff him one, harry

Private carr was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss?

Lord tennyson their's not to reason why

Private compton biff him, harry

Stephen i don't know your name but you are quite right. doctor swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. shirt is synechdoche. part for the whole

Cissy caffrey no, i was with the private

Stephen why not? the bold soldier boy. in my opinion every lady for example

Private carr say, how would it be, governor, if i was to bash in your jaw?

Stephen how? very unpleasant. noble art of self-pretence. personally, i detest action. hand hurts me slightly. enfin, ce sont vos oignons

Some trouble is on here. what is it, precisely?

Dolly gray rahab. cook's son, goodbye. safe home to dolly. dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you

Bloom come now, professor, that carman is waiting

Stephen why should i not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? (he points his finger.) i'm not afraid of what i can talk to if i see his eye. retaining the perpendicular

Bloom retain your own

Stephen my centre of gravity is displaced. i have forgotten the trick. let us sit down somewhere and discuss. struggle for life is the law of existence but modern philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of england, have invented arbitration. but in here it is i must kill the priest and the king

Biddy the clap did you hear what the professor said? he's a professor out of the college

Cunty kate i did. i heard that

Biddy the clap he expresses himself with much marked refinement of phraseology

Cunty kate indeed, yes. and at the same time with such apposite trenchancy

Private carr what's that you're saying about my king?

Edward the seventh peace, perfect peace. for identification bucket in my hand. cheerio, boys. we have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck. mahak makar a back

Private carr say it again

Stephen i understand your point of view, though i have no king myself for the moment. this is the age of patent medicine. a discussion is difficult down here. but this is the point. you die for your country, suppose. not that i wish it for you. but i say: let my country die for me. up to the present it has done so. i don't want it to die. damn death. long live life!

Edward the seventh

My methods are new and are causing surprise

To make the blind see i throw dust in their eyes

Stephen kings and unicorns! come somewhere and we'll... what was that girl saying?

Private compton harry, give him a kick in the knackers. stick one into jerry

Bloom he doesn't know what he's saying. taking a little more than is good for him. absinthe, the greeneyed monster. i know him. he's a gentleman, a poet. it's all right

Stephen gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors

Private carr i don't give a bugger who he is. private compton we don't give a bugger who he is

Stephen i seem to annoy them. green rag to a bull

Kevin egan h'lo. bonjour! the vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes

Patrice socialiste!

Don emile patrizio franz rupert pope hennessy were those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!

Bloom come home. you'll get into trouble

Stephen i don't avoid it. he provokes my intelligence

Biddy the clap one immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage

The virago green above the red, says he. wolfe tone

The bawd the red's as good as the green, and better. up the soldiers! up king edward!

A rough ay! hands up to de wet

The citizen

May the god above

Send down a cove

With teeth as sharp as razors

To slit the throat

Of the english dogs

That hanged our irish leaders

The croppy boy

I bear no hate to a living thing

But love my country beyond the king

Rumbold, demon barber ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by mrs pearcy to slay mogg. knife with which voisin dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the cellar, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. phial containing arsenic retrieved from the body of miss barrow which sent seddon to the gallows

The croppy boy horhot ho hray ho rhother's hest

Rumbold i'm near it myself. rope which hanged the awful rebel. ten shillings a time as applied to his royal highness. my painful duty has now been done. god save the king!

Edward the seventh

On coronation day, on coronation day

O, won't we have a merry time

Drinking whisky, beer and wine!

Private carr here. what are you saying about my king?

Stephen o, this is too monotonous! nothing. he wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his. money i haven't. gave it to someone

Private carr who wants your bleeding money?

Stephen will some one tell me where i am least likely to meet these necessary evils? ça se voit aussi à paris. not that i... but by saint patrick!

Stephen aha! i know you, grammer! hamlet, revenge! the old sow that eats her farrow!

Old gummy granny ireland's sweetheart, the king of spain's daughter, alanna. strangers in my house, bad manners to them! ochone! ochone! silk of the kine! (she wails.) you met with poor old ireland and how does she stand?

Stephen how do i stand you? the hat trick! where's the third person of the blessed trinity? soggarth aroon? the reverend carrion crow

Cissy caffrey stop them from fighting!

A rough our men retreated

Private carr i'll wring the neck of any bugger says a word against my fucking king

Bloom he said nothing. not a word. a pure misunderstanding

The citizen erin go bragh!

Private compton go it, harry. do him one in the eye. he's a proboer

Stephen did i? when?

Bloom we fought for you in south africa, irish missile troops. isn't that history? royal dublin fusiliers. honoured by our monarch

The navvy o, yes. o, god, yes! o, make the kwawr a krowawr! o! bo!

Major tweedy rorke's drift! up, guards, and at them! mahal shalal hashbaz

Private carr i'll do him in

Private compton fair play, here. make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger

Cissy caffrey they're going to fight. for me!

Cunty kate the brave and the fair

Biddy the clap methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best

Cunty kate nay, madam. the gules doublet and merry saint george for me!

Stephen the harlot's cry from street to street shall weave old ireland's windingsheet

Private carr i'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king

Bloom speak, you! are you struck dumb? you are the link between nations and generations. speak, woman, sacred lifegiver

Cissy caffrey amn't i with you? amn't i your girl? cissy's your girl. police!

Stephen

White thy fambles, red thy gan

And thy quarrons dainty is

Voices police!

Distant voices dublin's burning! dublin's burning! on fire, on fire!

Father malachi o'flynn introibo ad altare diaboli

The reverend mr haines love to the devil which hath made glad my young days

Father malachi o'flynn corpus meum

The reverend mr haines love my body

The voice of all the damned htengier tnetopinmo dog drol eht rot, aiulella!

Adonai dooooooooooog!

The voice of all the blessed alleluia, for the lord god omnipotent reigneth!

Adonai goooooooooood!

Private carr i'll do him in, so help me fucking christ! i'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

Old gummy granny remove him, acushla. at 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and ireland will be free. o good god, take him!

Bloom can't you get him away?

Lynch he likes dialectic, the universal language. kitty! get him away, you. he won't listen to me

Stephen exit judas. et laqueo se suspendit

Bloom come along with me now before worse happens. here's your stick

Stephen stick, no. reason. this feast of pure reason

Cissy caffrey come on, you're boosed. he insulted me but i forgive him. i forgive him for insulting me

Bloom yes, go. you see he's incapable

Private carr i'll insult him

Major tweedy carbine in bucket! cease fire! salute!

The retriever ute ute ute ute ute ute uteute

The crowd let him up! don't strike him when he's down! air! who? the soldier hit him. he's a professor. is he hurted? don't manhandle him! he's fainted!

What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence? let them go and fight the boers!

The bawd listen to who's talking! hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? he gave him the coward's blow

The retriever wow wow wow

Bloom get back, stand back!

Private compton here bugger off, harry. there's the cops!

First watch what's wrong here?

Private compton we were with this lady and he insulted us and assaulted my chum. who owns the bleeding tyke?

Cissy caffrey is he bleeding?

A man no. gone off. he'll come to all right

Bloom leave him to me. i can easily

Second watch who are you? do you know him?

Private carr he insulted my lady friend

Bloom you hit him without provocation. i'm a witness. constable, take his regimental number

Second watch i don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty. private compton here, bugger off, harry. or bennett'll have you in the lockup

Private carr god fuck old bennett! he's a whitearsed bugger. i don't give a shit for him

First watch what's his name?

Bloom i just see a car there. if you give me a hand a second, sergeant

First watch name and address

Bloom o, the very man! simon dedalus' son. a bit sprung. get those policemen to move those loafers back

Second watch night, mr kelleher

Corny kelleher that's all right. i know him. won a bit on the races. gold cup. throwaway. twenty to one. do you follow me?

First watch here, what are you all gaping at? move on out of that

Corny kelleher leave it to me, sergeant. that'll be all right. we were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. what? what?

First watch i suppose so

Corny kelleher come and wipe your name off the slate. with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. what, do you follow me?

Second watch sure we were too

Corny kelleher boys will be boys. i've a car round there

Second watch all right, mr kelleher. good night

Corny kelleher i'll see to that

Bloom thank you very much gentlemen, thank you. we don't want any scandal, you understand. father is a well known, highly respected citizen. just a little wild oats, you understand

First watch o, i understand, sir

Second watch that's all right, sir

First watch it was only in case of corporal injuries i'd have had to report it at the station

Bloom naturally. quite right. only your bounden duty

Second watch it's our duty

Corny kelleher good night, men

The watch night, gentlemen

Bloom providential you came on the scene. you have a car?

Corny kelleher two commercials that were standing fizz in jammet's. like princes, faith. one of them lost two quid on the race. drowning his grief and were on for a go with the jolly girls. so i landed them up on behan's car and down to nighttown

Bloom i was just going home by gardiner street when i happened to

Corny kelleher sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. no, by god, says i. not for old stagers like myself and yourself. thanks be to god we have it in the house what, do you follow me? hah! hah! hah!

Bloom he, he, he! yes. matter of fact i was just visiting an old friend of mine there, virag, you don't know him and we had a liquor together and i was just making my way home

The horse hohohohohohoh! hohohohome!

Corny kelleher 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. sober hearsedrivers a specialty. will i give him a lift home? where does he hang out? somewhere in cabra, what?

Bloom no, in sandycove, i believe, from what he let drop

Corny kelleher sandycove! (he calls again.) he's covered with shavings anyhow. take care they didn't lift anything off him

Bloom no, no, no. i have his money and his hat here and stick

Corny kelleher well, he'll get over it. no bones broken. well, i'll shove along. i've a rendezvous in the morning. burying the dead. safe home!

The horse hohohohohome

Bloom good night. i'll just wait and take him along in a few

Corny kelleher night

Bloom night

Bloom ho! mr dedalus! the name if you call. somnambulist. (he bends again and, hesitating, brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate form.) stephen! (there is no answer. he calls again.) stephen!

Stephen who? black panther vampire. who... drive... fergus now. and pierce... wood's woven shade?

Bloom poetry. well educated. pity. to breathe. one pound seven. not hurt anyhow. (he listens.) what!

Shadows... the woods

White breast... dim

Bloom face reminds me of his poor mother. in the shady wood. the deep white breast. ferguson, i think i caught. a girl. some girl. best thing could happen him... swear that i will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts... (he murmurs.) in the rough sands of the sea. a cabletow's length from the shore... where the tide ebbs and flows

Bloom rudy!

Rudy