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<div type="episode" n="11">
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110001"/>Bronze by gold heard the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">hoofirons</distinct>, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">steelyringing.</distinct></p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110002"/>Imperthnthn thnthnthn.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110003"/>Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110004"/>Horrid! And gold flushed more.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110005"/>A husky <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">fifenote</distinct> blew.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110006"/>Blew. Blue bloom is on the.</p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110007"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Goldpinnacled</distinct> hair.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110008"/>A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110009"/>Trilling, trilling Idolores.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110010"/>Peep! Who's in the .... <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">peepofgold</distinct>?</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110011"/>Tink cried to bronze in pity.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110012"/>And a call, pure, long and throbbing. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Longindying</distinct> call.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110013"/>Decoy. Soft word. But look the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping answer.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110014"/>O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110015"/>Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110016"/>Coin rang. Clock clacked.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110017"/>Avowal. <foreign xml:lang="fr">Sonnez.</foreign> I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. <foreign xml:lang="fr">La
<lb n="110018"/>cloche!</foreign> Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye!</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110019"/>Jingle. Bloo.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110020"/>Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110021"/>A sail! A veil <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">awave</distinct> upon the waves.</p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110022"/>Lost. <distinct type="dialect">Throstle</distinct> fluted. All is lost now.</p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110023"/>Horn. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Hawhorn</distinct>.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110024"/>When first he saw. Alas!</p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110025"/>Full <distinct type="dialect">tup</distinct>. Full throb.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110026"/>Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110027"/>Martha! Come!</p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110028"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Clapclap</distinct>. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Clipclap</distinct>. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Clappyclap.</distinct></p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110029"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Goodgod</distinct> henev erheard inall.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110030"/>Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110031"/>A moonlit <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">nightcall</distinct> far, far.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110032"/>I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110033"/>Listen!</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110034"/>The spiked and winding cold <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">seahorn</distinct>. Have you the? Each, and for other,
<lb n="110035"/>plash and silent roar.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110036"/>Pearls when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110037"/>You don't?</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110038"/>Did not no, no believe Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110039"/>Black. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Deepsounding</distinct>. Do, Ben, do.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110040"/>Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110041"/>But wait!</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110042"/>Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110043"/><foreign xml:lang="la">Naminedamine.</foreign> Preacher is he.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110044"/>All gone. All fallen.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110045"/>Tiny, her tremulous <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">fernfoils</distinct> of maidenhair.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110046"/>Amen! He gnashed in fury.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110047"/>Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110048"/>Bronzelydia by Minagold.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110049"/>By bronze, by gold, in <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">oceangreen</distinct> of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110050"/>One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110051"/>Pray for him! Pray, good people!</p>
  <p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110052"/>His gouty fingers <distinct type="archaism">nakkering</distinct>.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110053"/>Big Benaben. Big Benben.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110054"/>Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110055"/>Pwee! Little wind piped wee.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110056"/>True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your
<lb n="110057"/>tschink with tschunk.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110058"/>Fff! Oo!</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110059"/>Where bronze from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct>? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110060"/>Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110061"/>Then not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110062"/>Done.</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110063"/>Begin!</p>
<p rend="non-indent"><lb n="110064"/>Bronze by gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the
  <lb n="110065"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">crossblind</distinct> of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.
<lb n="110066"/><said who="mk">―Is that her?</said> asked miss Kennedy.</p>
<p><lb n="110067"/>Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and <foreign xml:lang="fr">eau de Nil</foreign>.
<lb n="110068"/><said who="mk">―Exquisite contrast,</said> miss Kennedy said.</p>
<p><lb n="110069"/>When all agog miss Douce said eagerly:
<lb n="110070"/><said who="ld">―Look at the fellow in the tall silk.</said>
<lb n="110071"/><said who="mk">―Who? Where?</said> gold asked more eagerly.
<lb n="110072"/><said who="ld">―In the second carriage,</said> miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the sun.
<said who="ld"><lb n="110073"/>He's looking. Mind till I see.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110074"/>She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face
<lb n="110075"/>against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.</p>
<p><lb n="110076"/>Her wet lips tittered:
<lb n="110077"/><said who="ld">―He's killed looking back.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110078"/>She laughed:
<lb n="110079"/><said who="ld">―O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110080"/>With sadness.</p>
<p><lb n="110081"/>Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair
<lb n="110082"/>behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair.
<lb n="110083"/>Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.
<lb n="110084"/><said who="mk">―It's them has the fine times,</said> sadly then she said.</p>
<p><lb n="110085"/>A man.</p>
<p><lb n="110086"/>Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets
<lb n="110087"/>of sin, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by
<lb n="110088"/>Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.</p>
<p><lb n="110089"/>The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them
<lb n="110090"/>unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And
<lb n="110091"/><said who="ubo">―There's your teas,</said> he said.</p>
<p><lb n="110092"/>Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">teatray</distinct> down to an
<lb n="110093"/>upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.
<lb n="110094"/><said who="ubo">―What is it?</said> loud boots unmannerly asked.
<lb n="110095"/><said who="ld">―Find out,</said> miss Douce retorted, leaving her <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">spyingpoint</distinct>.
<lb n="110096"/><said who="ubo">―Your beau, is it?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110097"/>A haughty bronze replied:
<lb n="110098"/><said who="ld">―I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your
<lb n="110099"/>impertinent insolence.</said>
<lb n="110100"/><said who="ubo">―Imperthnthn thnthnthn,</said> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bootssnout</distinct> sniffed rudely, as he retreated as she
<lb n="110101"/>threatened as he had come.</p>
<p><lb n="110102"/>Bloom.</p>
<p><lb n="110103"/>On her flower frowning miss Douce said:
<lb n="110104"/><said who="ld">―Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll
<lb n="110105"/>wring his ear for him a yard long.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110106"/>Ladylike in exquisite contrast.
<lb n="110107"/><said who="mk">―Take no notice,</said> miss Kennedy rejoined.</p>
<p><lb n="110108"/>She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered
<lb n="110109"/>under their reef of counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting
<lb n="110110"/>for their teas to draw. They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, two
<lb n="110111"/>and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and two and seven.</p>
  <p><lb n="110112"/>Yes, bronze from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct>, by gold from afar, heard steel from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct>,
<lb n="110113"/>hoofs ring from afar, and heard <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">steelhoofs</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ringhoof</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ringsteel</distinct>.
<lb n="110114"/><said who="ld">―Am I awfully sunburnt?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110115"/>Miss bronze unbloused her neck.
<lb n="110116"/><said who="mk">―No,</said> said miss Kennedy. <said who="mk">It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with
<lb n="110117"/>the cherry laurel water?</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110118"/>Miss Douce <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">halfstood</distinct> to see her skin askance in the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">barmirror</distinct>
    <lb n="110119"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">gildedlettered</distinct> where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a
<lb n="110120"/>shell.
<lb n="110121"/><said who="ld">―And leave it to my hands,</said> she said.
<lb n="110122"/><said who="mk">―Try it with the glycerine,</said> miss Kennedy advised.</p>
<p><lb n="110123"/>Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce
<lb n="110124"/><said who="ld">―Those things only bring out a rash,</said> replied, reseated. <said who="ld">I asked that old
<lb n="110125"/>fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110126"/>Miss Kennedy, pouring now a <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">fulldrawn</distinct> tea, grimaced and prayed:
<lb n="110127"/><said who="mk">―O, don't remind me of him for mercy' sake!</said>
<lb n="110128"/><said who="ld">―But wait till I tell you,</said> miss Douce entreated.</p>
<p><lb n="110129"/>Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two
<lb n="110130"/>ears with little fingers.
<lb n="110131"/><said who="mk">―No, don't,</said> she cried.
<lb n="110132"/><said who="mk">―I won't listen,</said> she cried.</p>
<p><lb n="110133"/>But Bloom?</p>
  <p><lb n="110134"/>Miss Douce grunted in <distinct type="archaism">snuffy</distinct> fogey's tone:
<lb n="110135"/><said who="ld">―For your what? says he.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110136"/>Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but
<lb n="110137"/>prayed again:
<lb n="110138"/><said who="mk">―Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The hideous old wretch! That
<lb n="110139"/>night in the Antient Concert Rooms.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110140"/>She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.
<lb n="110141"/><said who="ld">―Here he was,</said> miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,
  <lb n="110142"/>ruffling her <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">nosewings</distinct>. <said who="ld">Hufa! Hufa!</said></p>
<p><lb n="110143"/>Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss
<lb n="110144"/>Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like
<lb n="110145"/>a snout in quest.
<lb n="110146"/><said who="mk">―O!</said> shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. <said who="mk">Will you ever forget his goggle eye?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110147"/>Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:
<lb n="110148"/><said who="ld">―And your other eye!</said></p>
<p><lb n="110149"/>Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Why do I always
  <lb n="110150"/>think Figather? Gathering figs, I think.</said> And Prosper Loré's huguenot name.
<lb n="110151"/>By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by. <said who="lb" aloud="false"><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Bluerobed</distinct>, white
<lb n="110152"/>under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those today. I
<lb n="110153"/>could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son. He
<lb n="110154"/>might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings those rakes of fellows
  <lb n="110155"/>in: her white.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110156"/>By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.</p>
<p><lb n="110157"/>Of sin.</p>
<p><lb n="110158"/>In a giggling peal young <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">goldbronze</distinct> voices blended, Douce with
<lb n="110159"/>Kennedy your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">gigglegold</distinct>,
  <lb n="110160"/>to let <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">freefly</distinct> their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other,
<lb n="110161"/>high piercing notes.</p>
<p><lb n="110162"/>Ah, panting, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their mirth died down.</p>
<p><lb n="110163"/>Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and
  <lb n="110164"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">gigglegiggled</distinct>. Miss Douce, bending over the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">teatray</distinct>, ruffled again her nose
<lb n="110165"/>and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Kennygiggles</distinct>, stooping, her fair
<lb n="110166"/>pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">napecomb</distinct> showed, spluttered out of
<lb n="110167"/>her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking,
<lb n="110168"/>crying:
<lb n="110169"/><said who="mk">―O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that!</said> she cried. <said who="mk">With
<lb n="110170"/>his bit of beard!</said></p>
<p><lb n="110171"/>Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman,
<lb n="110172"/>delight, joy, indignation.
<lb n="110173"/><said who="ld">―Married to the greasy nose!</said> she yelled.</p>
<p><lb n="110174"/>Shrill, with deep laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each
<lb n="110175"/>each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bronzegold</distinct>, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">goldbronze</distinct>,
  <lb n="110176"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">shrilldeep</distinct>, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I
<lb n="110177"/>knows. Exhausted, breathless, their shaken heads they laid, braided and
  <lb n="110178"/>pinnacled by <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">glossycombed</distinct>, against the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">counterledge</distinct>. All flushed (O!),
<lb n="110179"/>panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.</p>
  <p><lb n="110180"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Married to Bloom, to <distinct type="Joycean">greaseabloom</distinct>.</said>
<lb n="110181"/><said who="ld">―O saints above!</said> miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. <said who="ld">I wished
<lb n="110182"/>I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.</said>
<lb n="110183"/><said who="mk">―O, miss Douce!</said> miss Kennedy protested. <said who="mk">You horrid thing!</said></p>
<p><lb n="110184"/>And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly.</p>
  <p><lb n="110185"/>By Cantwell's offices roved <distinct type="Joycean">Greaseabloom</distinct>, by Ceppi's virgins, bright
<lb n="110186"/>of their oils. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at
<lb n="110187"/>doors as I. Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I want. Not
<lb n="110188"/>yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Clockhands</distinct> turning. On. Where
<lb n="110189"/>eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five guineas with
  <lb n="110190"/>those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets of sin.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110191"/>Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled.</p>
<p><lb n="110192"/>Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his
<lb n="110193"/>rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
<lb n="110194"/><said who="sid">―O, welcome back, miss Douce.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110195"/>He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?
<lb n="110196"/><said who="ld">―Tiptop.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110197"/>He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
<lb n="110198"/><said who="ld">―Gorgeous,</said> she said. <said who="ld">Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand
<lb n="110199"/>all day.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110200"/>Bronze whiteness.
<lb n="110201"/><said who="sid">―That was exceedingly naughty of you,</said> Mr Dedalus told her and pressed
<lb n="110202"/>her hand indulgently. <said who="sid">Tempting poor simple males.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110203"/>Miss Douce of satin <distinct type="dialect">douced</distinct> her arm away.
<lb n="110204"/><said who="ld">―O go away!</said> she said. <said who="ld">You're very simple, I don't think.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110205"/>He was.
<lb n="110206"/><said who="sid">―Well now I am,</said> he mused. <said who="sid">I looked so simple in the cradle they christened
<lb n="110207"/>me simple Simon.</said>
  <lb n="110208"/><said who="ld">―You must have been a <distinct type="dialect">doaty</distinct>,</said> miss Douce made answer. <said who="ld">And what did the
<lb n="110209"/>doctor order today?</said>
<lb n="110210"/><said who="sid">―Well now,</said> he mused, <said who="sid">whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you
<lb n="110211"/>for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110212"/>Jingle.
<lb n="110213"/><said who="ld">―With the greatest alacrity,</said> miss Douce agreed.</p>
<p><lb n="110214"/>With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and
<lb n="110215"/>Cochrane's she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold
<lb n="110216"/>whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus
<lb n="110217"/>brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two
  <lb n="110218"/>husky <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">fifenotes</distinct>.
<lb n="110219"/><said who="sid">―By Jove,</said> he mused, <said who="sid">I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be
<lb n="110220"/>a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at last,
<lb n="110221"/>they say. Yes. Yes.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110222"/>Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into
<lb n="110223"/>the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.</p>
  <p><lb n="110224"/>None <distinct type="dialect">nought</distinct> said nothing. Yes.</p>
<p><lb n="110225"/>Gaily miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling:</p>
<lb n="110226"/><said who="ld">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas!</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110227"/><said who="sid">―Was Mr Lidwell in today?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110228"/>In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached
<lb n="110229"/>Essex bridge. Yes, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. <said who="lb" aloud="false">To Martha I must
<lb n="110230"/>write. Buy paper. Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is
  <lb n="110231"/>on the rye.</said>
<lb n="110232"/><said who="ld">―He was in at lunchtime,</said> miss Douce said.</p>
<p><lb n="110233"/>Lenehan came forward.
<lb n="110234"/><said who="len">―Was Mr Boylan looking for me?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110235"/>He asked. She answered:
<lb n="110236"/><said who="ld">―Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110237"/>She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised,
<lb n="110238"/>her gaze upon a page:
<lb n="110239"/><said who="mk">―No. He was not.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110240"/>Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard, not seen, read on. Lenehan round the
  <lb n="110241"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">sandwichbell</distinct> wound his round body round.
<lb n="110242"/><said who="len">―Peep! Who's in the corner?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110243"/>No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind
<lb n="110244"/>her stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.</p>
<p><lb n="110245"/>Jingle jaunty jingle.</p>
  <p><lb n="110246"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Girlgold</distinct> she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no
<lb n="110247"/>notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, <distinct type="Joycean">plappering</distinct> flatly:
<lb n="110248"/><said who="len">―Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill
<lb n="110249"/>down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110250"/>He <distinct type="dialect">droned</distinct> in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.</p>
<p><lb n="110251"/>He sighed aside:
<lb n="110252"/><said who="len">―Ah me! O my!</said></p>
<p><lb n="110253"/>He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
<lb n="110254"/><said who="len">―Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.</said>
<lb n="110255"/><said who="sid">―Who may he be?</said> Mr Dedalus asked.</p>
<p><lb n="110256"/>Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?
<lb n="110257"/><said who="len">―Who may he be?</said> he asked. <said who="len">Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110258"/>Dry.</p>
<p><lb n="110259"/>Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
<lb n="110260"/><said who="sid">―I see,</said> he said. <said who="sid">I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is keeping
<lb n="110261"/>very select company. Have you seen him lately?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110262"/>He had.
<lb n="110263"/><said who="len">―I quaffed the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">nectarbowl</distinct> with him this very day,</said> said Lenehan. <said who="len">In
<lb n="110264"/>Mooney's <foreign xml:lang="fr">en ville</foreign> and in Mooney's <foreign xml:lang="fr">sur mer</foreign>. He had received the rhino for
<lb n="110265"/>the labour of his muse.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110266"/>He smiled at bronze's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">teabathed</distinct> lips, at listening lips and eyes:
<lb n="110267"/><said who="len">―The <foreign xml:lang="fr">élite</foreign> of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh
<lb n="110268"/>MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy
<lb n="110269"/>of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the
<lb n="110270"/>O'Madden Burke.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110271"/>After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and
<lb n="110272"/><said who="sid">―That must have been highly diverting,</said> said he. <said who="sid">I see.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110273"/>He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down
<lb n="110274"/>his glass.</p>
<p><lb n="110275"/>He looked towards the saloon door.
<lb n="110276"/><said who="sid">―I see you have moved the piano.</said>
<lb n="110277"/><said who="ld">―The tuner was in today,</said> miss Douce replied, <said who="ld">tuning it for the smoking
<lb n="110278"/>concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.</said>
<lb n="110279"/><said who="sid">―Is that a fact?</said>
<lb n="110280"/><said who="ld">―Didn't he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too,
<lb n="110281"/>poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.</said>
<lb n="110282"/><said who="sid">―Is that a fact?</said> Mr Dedalus said.</p>
<p><lb n="110283"/>He drank and strayed away.
<lb n="110284"/><said who="ld">―So sad to look at his face,</said> miss Douce condoled.</p>
<p><lb n="110285"/>God's curse on bitch's bastard.</p>
<p><lb n="110286"/>Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the bar and
  <lb n="110287"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">diningroom</distinct> came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of
<lb n="110288"/>Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.</p>
<p><lb n="110289"/>With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, for
  <lb n="110290"/><distinct type="Joycean">jinglejaunty</distinct> blazes boy.</p>
<p><lb n="110291"/>Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the
<lb n="110292"/>oblique triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently
<lb n="110293"/>her hand), soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt
<lb n="110294"/>advancing, to hear the muffled <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">hammerfall</distinct> in action.</p>
<p><lb n="110295"/>Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was
<lb n="110296"/>in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Are you not
<lb n="110297"/>happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means
<lb n="110298"/>something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable
  <lb n="110299"/>girl meet after mass. Thanks awfully muchly.</said> Wise Bloom eyed on the door
<lb n="110300"/>a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Smoke mermaids,
  <lb n="110301"/>coolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man. For Raoul.</said>
<lb n="110302"/>He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jaunting car. <said who="lb" aloud="false">It
  <lb n="110303"/>is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110304"/>Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond
<lb n="110305"/>quay. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.</said>
<lb n="110306"/><said who="hsg">―Twopence, sir,</said> the shopgirl dared to say.
<lb n="110307"/><said who="lb">―Aha ... I was forgetting ... Excuse ...</said>
<lb n="110308"/><said who="hsg">―And four.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110309"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">At four she.</said> Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui
<lb n="110310"/>go. Ternoon. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Think you're the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all.
    <lb n="110311"/>For men.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110312"/>In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.</p>
<p><lb n="110313"/>From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">tuningfork</distinct> the
<lb n="110314"/>tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now
<lb n="110315"/>poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and
  <lb n="110316"/><distinct type="archaism">softlier</distinct>, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.</p>
  <p><lb n="110317"/>Pat paid for diner's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">popcorked</distinct> bottle: and over tumbler, tray and
    <lb n="110318"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">popcorked</distinct> bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with miss
<lb n="110319"/>Douce.</p>
<lb n="110320"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>The bright stars fade</l></lg></quote> ....</said>
<p><lb n="110321"/>A voiceless song sang from within, singing:</p>
<lb n="110322"/><said who="sid">― ... <quote><lg rend="italics"><l>the morn is breaking.</l></lg></quote></said>
  <p><lb n="110323"/>A duodene of <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">birdnotes</distinct> chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive
<lb n="110324"/>hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all <distinct type="Joycean">harpsichording</distinct>, called to
<lb n="110325"/>a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">leavetaking</distinct>,
<lb n="110326"/>life's, love's morn.</p>
<lb n="110327"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>The dewdrops pearl</l></lg></quote> ....</said>
<p><lb n="110328"/>Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.
<lb n="110329"/><said who="len">―But look this way,</said> he said, <said who="len">rose of Castile.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110330"/>Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.</p>
<p><lb n="110331"/>She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn,
<lb n="110332"/>dreamily rose.
<lb n="110333"/><said who="len">―Did she fall or was she pushed?</said> he asked her.</p>
<p><lb n="110334"/>She answered, slighting:
<lb n="110335"/><said who="len">―Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110336"/>Like lady, ladylike.</p>
<p><lb n="110337"/>Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">barfloor</distinct> where he
  <lb n="110338"/>strode. Yes, gold from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct> by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew
<lb n="110339"/>and hailed him:
<lb n="110340"/><said who="len">―See the conquering hero comes.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110341"/>Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom,
<lb n="110342"/>unconquered hero. <said who="lb" aloud="false">See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm.</said> Black wary
  <lb n="110343"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">hecat</distinct> walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.</p>
<lb n="110344"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>And I from thee</l></lg></quote> ....</said>
<p><lb n="110345"/><said who="bb">―I heard you were round,</said> said Blazes Boylan.</p>
<p><lb n="110346"/>He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
<lb n="110347"/>smiled on him. But sister bronze <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">outsmiled</distinct> her, preening for him her richer
<lb n="110348"/>hair, a bosom and a rose.</p>
<p><lb n="110349"/>Smart Boylan bespoke potions.
<lb n="110350"/><said who="bb">―What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">sloegin</distinct> for
<lb n="110351"/>me. Wire in yet?</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110352"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Not yet. At four she. Who said four?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110353"/>Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff's office.
<lb n="110354"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.
  <lb n="110355"/>Wait.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110356"/>Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What,
<lb n="110357"/>Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? <said who="lb" aloud="false"><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Diningroom</distinct>. Sit tight there. See,
  <lb n="110358"/>not be seen.</said> I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom followed
  <lb n="110359"/>bag. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Dinner fit for a prince.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110360"/>Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm,
<lb n="110361"/>her bust, that all but burst, so high.
<lb n="110362"/><said who="len">―O! O!</said> jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. <said who="len">O!</said></p>
<p><lb n="110363"/>But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.
<lb n="110364"/><said who="bb">―Why don't you grow?</said> asked Blazes Boylan.</p>
  <p><lb n="110365"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Shebronze</distinct>, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
<lb n="110366"/>lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and <distinct type="Joycean">syrupped</distinct>
<lb n="110367"/>with her voice:
<lb n="110368"/><said who="ld">―Fine goods in small parcels.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110369"/>That is to say she. Neatly she poured <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">slowsyrupy</distinct> sloe.
<lb n="110370"/><said who="bb">―Here's fortune,</said> Blazes said.</p>
<p><lb n="110371"/>He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.
<lb n="110372"/><said who="len">―Hold on,</said> said Lenehan, <said who="len">till I ....</said>
<lb n="110373"/><said who="len">―Fortune,</said> he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
<lb n="110374"/><said who="len">―Sceptre will win in a canter,</said> he said.
<lb n="110375"/><said who="bb">―I plunged a bit,</said> said Boylan winking and drinking. <said who="bb">Not on my own, you
<lb n="110376"/>know. Fancy of a friend of mine.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110377"/>Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
<lb n="110378"/>lips that all but hummed, not shut, the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">oceansong</distinct> her lips had trilled.
<lb n="110379"/>Idolores. The eastern seas.</p>
<p><lb n="110380"/>Clock whirred. Miss Kennedy passed their way (flower, wonder who
  <lb n="110381"/>gave), bearing away <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">teatray</distinct>. Clock clacked.</p>
<p><lb n="110382"/>Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">cashregister</distinct>. It
<lb n="110383"/>clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till and
<lb n="110384"/>hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For me.
<lb n="110385"/><said who="bb">―What time is that?</said> asked Blazes Boylan. <said who="bb">Four?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110386"/>O'clock.</p>
  <p><lb n="110387"/>Lenehan, small eyes <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ahunger</distinct> on her humming, bust <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ahumming</distinct>,
    <lb n="110388"/>tugged Blazes Boylan's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">elbowsleeve</distinct>.
<lb n="110389"/><said who="len">―Let's hear the time,</said> he said.</p>
<p><lb n="110390"/>The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ryebloom</distinct> flowered
<lb n="110391"/>tables. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table near
<lb n="110392"/>the door. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come:
  <lb n="110393"/>whet appetite. I couldn't do. Wait, wait.</said> Pat, waiter, waited.</p>
<p><lb n="110394"/>Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">skyblue</distinct> bow and eyes.
<lb n="110395"/><said who="len">―Go on,</said> pressed Lenehan. <said who="len">There's no-one. He never heard.</said></p>
<lb n="110396"/><said who="sid">― ... <quote><lg rend="italics"><l>to Flora's lips did hie.</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110397"/>High, a high note pealed in the treble clear.</p>
  <p><lb n="110398"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Bronzedouce</distinct> communing with her rose that sank and rose sought
<lb n="110399"/>Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
<lb n="110400"/><said who="len">―Please, please.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110401"/>He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.</p>
<lb n="110402"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>I could not leave thee</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
  <p><lb n="110403"/><said who="ld">―<distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Afterwits</distinct>,</said> miss Douce promised coyly.
<lb n="110404"/><said who="len">―No, now,</said> urged Lenehan. <said who="len"><foreign xml:lang="fr">Sonnez la cloche!</foreign> O do! There's no-one.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110405"/>She looked. Quick. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Sudden bent. Two
<lb n="110406"/>kindling faces watched her bend.</p>
<p><lb n="110407"/>Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord,
<lb n="110408"/>and lost and found it, faltering.
<lb n="110409"/><said who="len">―Go on! Do! <foreign xml:lang="fr">Sonnez!</foreign></said></p>
<p><lb n="110410"/>Bending, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted
<lb n="110411"/>them still, bending, suspending, with wilful eyes.
<lb n="110412"/><said who="len">―<foreign xml:lang="fr">Sonnez!</foreign></said></p>
<p><lb n="110413"/>Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter
  <lb n="110414"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">smackwarm</distinct> against her smackable a woman's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">warmhosed</distinct> thigh.
<lb n="110415"/><said who="len">―<foreign xml:lang="fr">La cloche!</foreign></said> cried gleeful Lenehan. <said who="len">Trained by owner. No sawdust there.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110416"/>She <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">smilesmirked</distinct> supercilious (wept! aren't men?), but, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">lightward</distinct>
<lb n="110417"/>gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.
<lb n="110418"/><said who="ld">―You're the essence of vulgarity,</said> she in gliding said.</p>
<p><lb n="110419"/>Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his chalice
<lb n="110420"/>tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went
<lb n="110421"/>after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors, gilded arch
<lb n="110422"/>for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a spiky shell, where it
<lb n="110423"/>concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze.</p>
  <p><lb n="110424"/>Yes, bronze from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anearby</distinct>.</p>
<lb n="110425"/><said who="sid">― ... <quote><lg rend="italics"><l>sweetheart, goodbye!</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110426"/><said who="bb">―I'm off,</said> said Boylan with impatience.</p>
<p><lb n="110427"/>He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
<lb n="110428"/><said who="len">―Wait a shake,</said> begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. <said who="len">I wanted to tell you.
<lb n="110429"/>Tom Rochford ...</said>
<lb n="110430"/><said who="bb">―Come on to blazes,</said> said Blazes Boylan, going.</p>
<p><lb n="110431"/>Lenehan gulped to go.
<lb n="110432"/><said who="len">―Got the horn or what?</said> he said. <said who="len">Wait. I'm coming.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110433"/>He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the
<lb n="110434"/>threshold, saluting forms, a bulky with a slender.
<lb n="110435"/><said who="len">―How do you do, Mr Dollard?</said>
<lb n="110436"/><said who="bed">―Eh? How do? How do?</said> Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an
<lb n="110437"/>instant from Father Cowley's woe. <said who="bed">He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf
<lb n="110438"/>Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a <distinct type="dialect">barleystraw</distinct> in that Judas
<lb n="110439"/>Iscariot's ear this time.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110440"/>Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an
<lb n="110441"/>eyelid.
<lb n="110442"/><said who="bed">―Hoho, we will,</said> Ben Dollard yodled jollily. <said who="bed">Come on, Simon. Give us a
<lb n="110443"/>ditty. We heard the piano.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110444"/>Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie.
<lb n="110445"/>And Bloom? Let me see. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now.
<lb n="110446"/>How warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let me
  <lb n="110447"/>see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider.</said>
<lb n="110448"/><said who="sid">―What's that?</said> Mr Dedalus said. <said who="sid">I was only vamping, man.</said>
<lb n="110449"/><said who="bed">―Come on, come on,</said> Ben Dollard called. <said who="bed">Begone dull care. Come, Bob.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110450"/>He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them <said who="lb" aloud="false">(hold that fellow with
  <lb n="110451"/>the: hold him now)</said> into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool.
<lb n="110452"/>His gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.</p>
<p><lb n="110453"/>Bald Pat in the doorway met <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">tealess</distinct> gold returning. Bothered, he
<lb n="110454"/>wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the window, watched, bronze from
<lb n="110455"/>afar.</p>
<p><lb n="110456"/>Jingle a tinkle jaunted.</p>
  <p><lb n="110457"/>Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. <said who="lb" aloud="false">He's off.</said> Light sob of breath Bloom
    <lb n="110458"/>sighed on the silent <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bluehued</distinct> flowers. Jingling. <said who="lb" aloud="false">He's gone. Jingle. Hear.</said>
<lb n="110459"/><said who="sid">―<title type="song">Love and War</title>, Ben,</said> Mr Dedalus said. <said who="sid">God be with old times.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110460"/>Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">crossblind</distinct>,
<lb n="110461"/>smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting
  <lb n="110462"/>light), she lowered the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">dropblind</distinct> with a sliding cord. She drew down
<lb n="110463"/>pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the bar
<lb n="110464"/>where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite
<lb n="110465"/>nonexquisite, slow cool dim <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">seagreen</distinct> sliding depth of shadow, <foreign xml:lang="fr">eau de Nil</foreign>.
<lb n="110466"/><said who="fc">―Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night,</said> Father Cowley reminded
<lb n="110467"/>them. <said who="fc">There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the
<lb n="110468"/>Collard grand.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110469"/>There was.
<lb n="110470"/><said who="sid">―A symposium all his own,</said> Mr Dedalus said. <said who="sid">The devil wouldn't stop him.
<lb n="110471"/>He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.</said>
<lb n="110472"/><said who="bed">―God, do you remember?</said> Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the
<lb n="110473"/>punished keyboard. <said who="bed">And by Japers I had no wedding garment.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110474"/>They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding
<lb n="110475"/>garment.
<lb n="110476"/><said who="sid">―Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night,</said> Mr Dedalus said. <said who="sid">Where's
<lb n="110477"/>my pipe, by the way?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110478"/>He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried
<lb n="110479"/>two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again.
<lb n="110480"/><said who="fc">―I saved the situation, Ben, I think.</said>
<lb n="110481"/><said who="bed">―You did,</said> averred Ben Dollard. <said who="bed">I remember those tight trousers too. That
<lb n="110482"/>was a brilliant idea, Bob.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110483"/>Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
<lb n="110484"/>situa. Tight trou. Brilliant ide.
<lb n="110485"/><said who="fc">―I knew he was on the rocks,</said> he said. <said who="fc">The wife was playing the piano in
<lb n="110486"/>the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and who
<lb n="110487"/>was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you
<lb n="110488"/>remember? We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in
<lb n="110489"/>Keogh's gave us the number. Remember?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110490"/>Ben remembered, his broad visage wondering.
<lb n="110491"/><said who="bed">―By God, she had some luxurious <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">operacloaks</distinct> and things there.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110492"/>Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
<lb n="110493"/><said who="bed">―Merrion square style. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Balldresses</distinct>, by God, and court dresses. He
<lb n="110494"/>wouldn't take any money either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats
  <lb n="110495"/>and boleros and <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">trunkhose</distinct>. What?</said>
<lb n="110496"/><said who="sid">―Ay, ay,</said> Mr Dedalus nodded. <said who="sid">Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all
<lb n="110497"/>descriptions.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110498"/>Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.</p>
<p><lb n="110499"/>Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat.</p>
<p><lb n="110500"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Mrs Marion. Met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Kock.
  <lb n="110501"/>Nice name he.</said>
<lb n="110502"/><said who="bed">―What's this her name was? A buxom <distinct type="dialect">lassy</distinct>. Marion ...?</said>
<lb n="110503"/><said who="sid">―Tweedy.</said>
<lb n="110504"/><said who="bed">―Yes. Is she alive?</said>
<lb n="110505"/><said who="sid">―And kicking.</said>
<lb n="110506"/><said who="bed">―She was a daughter of ...</said>
<lb n="110507"/><said who="sid">―Daughter of the regiment.</said>
  <lb n="110508"/><said who="bed">―Yes, <distinct type="dialect">begad</distinct>. I remember the old <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">drummajor</distinct>.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110509"/>Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after
<lb n="110510"/><said who="bed">―Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she, Simon?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110511"/>Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.
<lb n="110512"/><said who="sid">―Buccinator muscle is ... What? ... Bit rusty ... O, she is ... My Irish Molly,
<lb n="110513"/>O.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110514"/>He puffed a pungent plumy blast.
<lb n="110515"/><said who="sid">―From the rock of Gibraltar ... all the way.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110516"/>They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by
<lb n="110517"/>maraschino, thoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace,
<lb n="110518"/>Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores, silent.</p>
<p><lb n="110519"/>Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">liverslices</distinct>. As said before
<lb n="110520"/>he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while
<lb n="110521"/>Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite
<lb n="110522"/>by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.</p>
<p><lb n="110523"/>Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.</p>
  <p><lb n="110524"/>By Bachelor's walk <distinct type="Joycean">jogjaunty</distinct> jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun
    <lb n="110525"/>in heat, mare's glossy rump <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">atrot</distinct>, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres:
  <lb n="110526"/>sprawled, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">warmseated</distinct>, Boylan impatience, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ardentbold</distinct>. Horn. Have you
<lb n="110527"/>the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.</p>
<p><lb n="110528"/>Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over
<lb n="110529"/>bombarding chords:</p>
<lb n="110530"/><said who="bed">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>When love absorbs my ardent soul</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
<p><lb n="110531"/>Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">loveshivery</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">roofpanes</distinct>.
<lb n="110532"/><said who="fc">―War! War!</said> cried Father Cowley. <said who="fc">You're the warrior.</said>
<lb n="110533"/><said who="bed">―So I am,</said> Ben Warrior laughed. <said who="bed">I was thinking of your landlord. Love or
<lb n="110534"/>money.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110535"/>He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
<lb n="110536"/><said who="sid">―Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man,</said> Mr Dedalus said
<lb n="110537"/>through smoke aroma, <said who="sid">with an organ like yours.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110538"/>In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He
<lb n="110539"/>would.
<lb n="110540"/><said who="fc">―Not to mention another membrane,</said> Father Cowley added. <said who="fc">Half time,
<lb n="110541"/>Ben. <foreign xml:lang="it">Amoroso ma non troppo.</foreign> Let me there.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110542"/>Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She
<lb n="110543"/>passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather.
<lb n="110544"/>They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going?
  <lb n="110545"/>And heard <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">steelhoofs</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ringhoof</distinct> ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would be
<lb n="110546"/>in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about her
<lb n="110547"/>outspread <title type="newspaper">Independent</title>, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles of hair
  <lb n="110548"/><distinct type="compound">slowmoving</distinct>, lord lieuten. Too much trouble, first gentleman said. O, not in
<lb n="110549"/>the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze heard iron
<lb n="110550"/>steel.</p>
<lb n="110551"/><said who="bed">―... <quote><lg rend="italics"><l>my ardent soul</l>
<lb n="110552"/><l>I care not sforor the morrow.</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110553"/>In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. <said who="lb" aloud="false"><title type="song">Love and War</title>
<lb n="110554"/>someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a
<lb n="110555"/>dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical
<lb n="110556"/>porkers. Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the
<lb n="110557"/>bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
<lb n="110558"/>I'm drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so many!
<lb n="110559"/>Well, of course that's what gives him the base <distinct type="Joycean">barreltone</distinct>. For instance
<lb n="110560"/>eunuchs. Wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical.
  <lb n="110561"/>Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110562"/>Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George
<lb n="110563"/>Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist (a lady's)
<lb n="110564"/>hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the old dingdong
<lb n="110565"/>again.
<lb n="110566"/><said who="ld">―Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110567"/>George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a <distinct type="Joycean">lydiahand</distinct>.</p>
<p><lb n="110568"/>Jingle.</p>
<p><lb n="110569"/>Bloom ate liv as said before. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Clean here at least. That chap in the
<lb n="110570"/>Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables,
<lb n="110571"/>flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do. Best
  <lb n="110572"/>value in Dub.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110573"/>Piano again. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,
<lb n="110574"/>mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the
  <lb n="110575"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bowend</distinct>, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore.
<lb n="110576"/>Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus,
<lb n="110577"/>between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle.
  <lb n="110578"/>Conductor's legs too, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bagstrousers</distinct>, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110579"/>Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.</p>
<p><lb n="110580"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of
<lb n="110581"/>a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that
<lb n="110582"/>once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their
  <lb n="110583"/>harps. I. He. Old. Young.</said>
<lb n="110584"/><said who="sid">―Ah, I couldn't, man,</said> Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.</p>
<p><lb n="110585"/>Strongly.
<lb n="110586"/><said who="bed">―Go on, blast you!</said> Ben Dollard growled. <said who="bed">Get it out in bits.</said>
<lb n="110587"/><said who="fc">―<foreign xml:lang="it">M'appari</foreign>, Simon,</said> Father Cowley said.</p>
<p><lb n="110588"/>Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long
  <lb n="110589"/>arms <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">outheld</distinct>. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he
<lb n="110590"/>sang to a dusty seascape there: <title type="artwork">A Last Farewell</title>. A headland, a ship, a sail
<lb n="110591"/>upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">awave</distinct> upon the wind upon
<lb n="110592"/>the headland, wind around her.</p>
<p><lb n="110593"/>Cowley sang:
<lb n="110594"/><said who="fc">―<foreign xml:lang="it">M'appari tutt'amor:
<lb n="110595"/>Il mio sguardo l'incontr</foreign> ...</said></p>
<p><lb n="110596"/>She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil, to one departing, dear one, to
<lb n="110597"/>wind, love, speeding sail, return.
<lb n="110598"/><said who="bed">―Go on, Simon.</said>
<lb n="110599"/><said who="sid">―Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben ... Well ...</said></p>
<p><lb n="110600"/>Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">tuningfork</distinct> and, sitting,
<lb n="110601"/>touched the obedient keys.
<lb n="110602"/><said who="fc">―No, Simon,</said> Father Cowley turned. <said who="fc">Play it in the original. One flat.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110603"/>The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.</p>
<p><lb n="110604"/>Up stage strode Father Cowley.
<lb n="110605"/><said who="fc">―Here, Simon, I'll accompany you,</said> he said. <said who="fc">Get up.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110606"/>By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant jingly
<lb n="110607"/>jogged.</p>
<p><lb n="110608"/>Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom
<lb n="110609"/>and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider.</p>
<p><lb n="110610"/>Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: <title type="opera">Sonnambula</title>. He
<lb n="110611"/>heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way.
<lb n="110612"/>Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Massboy</distinct>. A lyrical tenor if you like.
<lb n="110613"/>Never forget it. Never.</p>
<p><lb n="110614"/>Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.
<lb n="110615"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Backache he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying the
<lb n="110616"/>piper. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off awhile. Sings
<lb n="110617"/>too: <title type="song">Down among the dead men</title>. Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to the.
<lb n="110618"/>Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him. Power.
<lb n="110619"/>Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh Vartry water. <distinct type="dialect">Fecking</distinct>
<lb n="110620"/>matches from counters to save. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and
<lb n="110621"/>drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Screwed refusing to pay his
  <lb n="110622"/>fare. Curious types.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110623"/>Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In
<lb n="110624"/>the gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first note.</p>
<p><lb n="110625"/>Speech paused on Richie's lips.</p>
<p><lb n="110626"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all.
  <lb n="110627"/>Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good memory.</said>
<lb n="110628"/><said who="lb">―Which air is that?</said> asked Leopold Bloom.
<lb n="110629"/><said who="rg">―<title type="song">All is lost now.</title></said></p>
  <p><lb n="110630"/>Richie cocked his lips <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">apout</distinct>. A low incipient note sweet banshee
    <lb n="110631"/>murmured: all. A thrush. A <distinct type="dialect">throstle</distinct>. His breath, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">birdsweet</distinct>, good teeth he's
<lb n="110632"/>proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one
<lb n="110633"/>there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my motives he
<lb n="110634"/>twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all. Echo. How
  <lb n="110635"/>sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now.</said> Mournful he whistled.
  <lb n="110636"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Fall, surrender, lost.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110637"/>Bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe of <distinct type="archaism">doyley</distinct> down under the
<lb n="110638"/>vase. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him.
<lb n="110639"/>Innocence in the moon. Brave. Don't know their danger. Still hold her
  <lb n="110640"/>back. Call name. Touch water.</said> Jingle jaunty. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Too late. She longed to go.
  <lb n="110641"/>That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.</said>
<lb n="110642"/><said who="lb">―A beautiful air,</said> said Bloom lost Leopold. <said who="lb">I know it well.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110643"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110644"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
  <lb n="110645"/>child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?</said></p>
<p><lb n="110646"/>Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking
<lb n="110647"/>Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Napkinring</distinct> in his eye.
<lb n="110648"/>Now begging letters he sends his son with. <distinct type="compound">Crosseyed</distinct> Walter sir I did sir.
<lb n="110649"/>Wouldn't trouble only I was expecting some money. Apologise.</p>
<p><lb n="110650"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably.
  <lb n="110651"/>Stopped again.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110652"/>Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.
<lb n="110653"/><said who="bed fc">―With it, Simon.</said>
<lb n="110654"/><said who="bed fc">―It, Simon.</said>
<lb n="110655"/><said who="sid">―Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind
<lb n="110656"/>solicitations.</said>
<lb n="110657"/><said who="bed fc">―It, Simon.</said>
<lb n="110658"/><said who="sid">―I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour
<lb n="110659"/>to sing to you of a heart bowed down.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110660"/>By the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">sandwichbell</distinct> in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose,
<lb n="110661"/>a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous <foreign xml:lang="fr">eau de Nil</foreign> Mina to
<lb n="110662"/>tankards two her pinnacles of gold.</p>
<p><lb n="110663"/>The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">longdrawn</distinct>,
<lb n="110664"/>expectant, drew a voice away.</p>
<lb n="110665"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>When first I saw that form endearing</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
<p><lb n="110666"/>Richie turned.
<lb n="110667"/><said who="rg">―Si Dedalus' voice,</said> he said.</p>
  <p><lb n="110668"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Braintipped</distinct>, cheek touched with flame, they listened feeling that flow
<lb n="110669"/>endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Bloom signed to
<lb n="110670"/>Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the bar. The
<lb n="110671"/>door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting to hear, for he
<lb n="110672"/>was hard of hear by the door.</p>
<lb n="110673"/><said who="sid">― ... <quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Sorrow from me seemed to depart.</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110674"/>Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves
<lb n="110675"/>in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">whatdoyoucallthem</distinct>
<lb n="110676"/>dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their each his
<lb n="110677"/>remembered lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to
<lb n="110678"/>from both depart when first they heard. When first they saw, lost Richie
<lb n="110679"/>Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the least,
  <lb n="110680"/>her first merciful <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">lovesoft</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">oftloved</distinct> word.</p>
<p><lb n="110681"/>Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly
<lb n="110682"/>the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet <foreign xml:lang="fr">sonnez la</foreign> gold. Bloom
<lb n="110683"/>wound a skein round four <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">forkfingers</distinct>, stretched it, relaxed, and wound it
<lb n="110684"/>round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, <distinct type="archaism">gyved</distinct> them fast.</p>
<lb n="110685"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Full of hope and all delighted</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
<p><lb n="110686"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Tenors get women by the score. Increase their flow. Throw flower at
<lb n="110687"/>his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
<lb n="110688"/>can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him. What
<lb n="110689"/>perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock. Last look at
<lb n="110690"/>mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. There? How do you?
<lb n="110691"/>I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her
  <lb n="110692"/>satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110693"/>Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.</p>
<lb n="110694"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>But alas, 'twas idle dreaming</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
<p><lb n="110695"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly man!
<lb n="110696"/>Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out his
<lb n="110697"/>wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't
<lb n="110698"/>break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet sing too. Drink.
<lb n="110699"/>Nerves overstrung. Must be abstemious to sing. Jenny Lind soup: stock,
  <lb n="110700"/>sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. For creamy dreamy.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110701"/>Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. <said who="lb" aloud="false">That's the chat.
  <lb n="110702"/>Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110703"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110704"/>Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.</p>
  <p><lb n="110705"/>Bloom. Flood of warm <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">jamjam</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">lickitup</distinct> secretness flowed to flow in
<lb n="110706"/>music out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. <distinct type="archaism">Tipping</distinct> her <distinct type="archaism">tepping</distinct> her
    <lb n="110707"/>tapping her <distinct type="archaism">topping</distinct> her. <distinct type="archaism">Tup</distinct>. Pores to dilate dilating. <distinct type="archaism">Tup</distinct>. The joy the feel
    <lb n="110708"/>the warm the. <distinct type="archaism">Tup</distinct>. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow,
    <lb n="110709"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">joygush</distinct>, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">tupthrob</distinct>. Now! Language of love.</p>
<lb n="110710"/><said who="sid">― ... <quote><lg rend="italics"><l>ray of hope is</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
<p><lb n="110711"/>Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse
<lb n="110712"/>unsqueaked a ray of hopk.</p>
<p><lb n="110713"/><said who="lb" aloud="false"><title type="opera">Martha</title> it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
<lb n="110714"/>name you have. Can't write. Accept my little pres. Play on her heartstrings
  <lb n="110715"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">pursestrings</distinct> too. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still the name: Martha.
  <lb n="110716"/>How strange! Today.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110717"/>The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to
<lb n="110718"/>Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to
<lb n="110719"/>wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part,
<lb n="110720"/>how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.</p>
<p><lb n="110721"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in
<lb n="110722"/>Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still hear
  <lb n="110723"/>it better here than in the bar though farther.</said></p>
<lb n="110724"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Each graceful look</l></lg></quote> ....</said>
<p><lb n="110725"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Yellow,
<lb n="110726"/>black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her. Fate.
<lb n="110727"/>Round and round slow. Quick round. We two. All looked. Halt. Down she
  <lb n="110728"/>sat. All ousted looked. Lips laughing. Yellow knees.</said></p>
<lb n="110729"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Charmed my eye</l></lg></quote> ...</said>
<p><lb n="110730"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Singing. <title type="song">Waiting</title> she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of perfume
<lb n="110731"/>of what perfume does your <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">lilactrees</distinct>. Bosom I saw, both full, throat
<lb n="110732"/>warbling. First I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? Fate. Spanishy
  <lb n="110733"/>eyes. Under a <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">peartree</distinct> alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in
  <lb n="110734"/>shadow Dolores <distinct type="Joycean">shedolores</distinct>. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.</said></p>
<lb n="110735"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Martha! Ah, Martha!</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110736"/>Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cry of passion dominant
<lb n="110737"/>to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In cry
<lb n="110738"/>of lionel loneliness that she should know, must martha feel. For only her he
<lb n="110739"/>waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where. Somewhere.</p>
<lb n="110740"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Co-ome, thou lost one!</l>
<lb n="110741"/><l>Co-ome, thou dear one!</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110742"/>Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">chestnote</distinct>,
<lb n="110743"/>return!</p>
<lb n="110744"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>Come ...!</l></lg></quote></said>
<p><lb n="110745"/>It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it
<lb n="110746"/>leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long
<lb n="110747"/>breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned,
<lb n="110748"/>high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the <distinct type="archaism">etherial</distinct> bosom, high, of the
<lb n="110749"/>high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the
  <lb n="110750"/><distinct type="Joycean">endlessnessnessness</distinct> .......</p>
<lb n="110751"/><said who="sid">―<quote><lg rend="italics"><l>To me!</l></lg></quote></said>
  <p><lb n="110752"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Siopold!</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110753"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Consumed.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110754"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to
  <lb n="110755"/>her, you too, me, us.</said>
<lb n="110756"/><said who="bed fc">―Bravo!</said> <distinct type="Joycean">Clapclap</distinct>. <said who="bed fc">Good man, Simon.</said> <distinct type="Joycean">Clappyclapclap</distinct>. <said who="bed fc">Encore!</said>
  <lb n="110757"/><distinct type="Joycean">Clapclipclap</distinct> clap. <said who="bed fc">Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon!</said> <distinct type="Joycean">Clapclopclap</distinct>. <said who="bed fc">Encore,</said>
  <lb n="110758"/><distinct type="Joycean">enclap</distinct>, said, cried, clapped all, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell,
<lb n="110759"/>Pat, Mina Kennedy, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gent
<lb n="110760"/>with tank and bronze miss Douce and gold miss Mina.</p>
<p><lb n="110761"/>Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">barfloor</distinct>, said before.
<lb n="110762"/>Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">onehandled</distinct> Nelson,
<lb n="110763"/>reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as said before just now. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Atrot</distinct>,
  <lb n="110764"/>in heat, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">heatseated</distinct>. <foreign xml:lang="fr">Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la.</foreign> Slower the mare
<lb n="110765"/>went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for Boylan,
<lb n="110766"/>blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.</p>
  <p><lb n="110767"/>An <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">afterclang</distinct> of Cowley's chords closed, died on the air made richer.</p>
<p><lb n="110768"/>And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider
<lb n="110769"/>drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of
<lb n="110770"/>two more tankards if she did not mind. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving,
<lb n="110771"/>coral lips, at first, at second. She did not mind.
<lb n="110772"/><said who="bed">―Seven days in jail,</said> Ben Dollard said, <said who="bed">on bread and water. Then you'd
<lb n="110773"/>sing, Simon, like a garden thrush.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110774"/>Lionel Simon, singer, laughed. Father Bob Cowley played. Mina
<lb n="110775"/>Kennedy served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia,
<lb n="110776"/>admired, admired. But Bloom sang dumb.</p>
<p><lb n="110777"/>Admiring.</p>
<p><lb n="110778"/>Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He
<lb n="110779"/>remembered one night long ago. Never forget that night. Si sang <title type="song">'Twas
<lb n="110780"/>rank and fame</title>: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his
<lb n="110781"/>life a note like that he never did <quote>then false one we had better part</quote> so clear so
<lb n="110782"/>God he never heard <quote>since love lives not</quote> a clinking voice <quote>lives not</quote> ask
<lb n="110783"/>Lambert he can tell you too.</p>
<p><lb n="110784"/>Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the
<lb n="110785"/>night, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang <title type="song">'Twas rank and fame</title>.</p>
<p><lb n="110786"/>He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr
<lb n="110787"/>Bloom, of the night he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus, sing <title type="song">'Twas rank and
<lb n="110788"/>fame</title> in his, Ned Lambert's, house.</p>
<p><lb n="110789"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the
<lb n="110790"/>lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The
<lb n="110791"/>night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more
  <lb n="110792"/>than all others.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110793"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after
  <lb n="110794"/>you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110795"/>Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked
<lb n="110796"/>the slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzz, it twanged. While
<lb n="110797"/>Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan,
<lb n="110798"/>harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening
<lb n="110799"/>Father Cowley, who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While
<lb n="110800"/>big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he
<lb n="110801"/>smoked, who smoked.</p>
  <p><lb n="110802"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Thou lost one. All songs on that theme.</said> Yet more Bloom stretched his
<lb n="110803"/>string. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then
<lb n="110804"/>tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Outtohelloutofthat</distinct>.
<lb n="110805"/>Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave. <foreign xml:lang="la">Corpus
<lb n="110806"/>paradisum.</foreign> Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Gone. They
<lb n="110807"/>sing. Forgotten. I too. And one day she with. Leave her: get tired.
<lb n="110808"/>Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Her
    <lb n="110809"/><distinct type="Joycean">wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair</distinct> un <distinct type="Joycean">comb:'d</distinct>.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110810"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Yet too much happy bores.</said> He stretched more, more. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Are you not
    <lb n="110811"/>happy in your?</said> Twang. It snapped.</p>
<p><lb n="110812"/>Jingle into Dorset street.</p>
<p><lb n="110813"/>Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.
<lb n="110814"/><said who="ld">―Don't make half so free,</said> said she, <said who="ld">till we are better acquainted.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110815"/>George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.</p>
<p><lb n="110816"/>First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so.
<lb n="110817"/>And second tankard told her so. That that was so.</p>
<p><lb n="110818"/>Miss Douce, miss Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy, Mina, did not
<lb n="110819"/>believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Dou did not: the first, the first: gent with
<lb n="110820"/>the tank: believe, no, no: did not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the tank.</p>
<p><lb n="110821"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Better write it here. Quills in the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">postoffice</distinct> chewed and twisted.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110822"/>Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He
<lb n="110823"/>went. A pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.
<lb n="110824"/><said who="lb">―Yes,</said> Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. <said who="lb">It certainly is.</said> <said who="lb" aloud="false">Few
<lb n="110825"/>lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who is this wrote?
<lb n="110826"/>Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope:
  <lb n="110827"/>unconcerned. It's so characteristic.</said>
<lb n="110828"/><said who="rg">―Grandest number in the whole opera,</said> Goulding said.
<lb n="110829"/><said who="lb">―It is,</said> Bloom said.</p>
<p><lb n="110830"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by
<lb n="110831"/>two divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two
<lb n="110832"/>plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always find
<lb n="110833"/>out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't see my
<lb n="110834"/>mourning. Callous: all for his own gut. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Musemathematics</distinct>. And you think
  <lb n="110835"/>you're listening to the <distinct type="archaism">etherial</distinct>. But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven
  <lb n="110836"/>times nine minus x is <distinct type="compound">thirtyfive</distinct> thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on account of
  <lb n="110837"/>the sounds it is.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110838"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Instance he's playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till
<lb n="110839"/>you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin all right: then hear
<lb n="110840"/>chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. In and out of sacks, over barrels, through
  <lb n="110841"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">wirefences</distinct>, obstacle race. Time makes the tune. Question of mood you're
<lb n="110842"/>in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and down, girls learning. Two
  <lb n="110843"/>together <distinct type="compound">nextdoor</distinct> neighbours. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that.
<lb n="110844"/>Milly no taste. Queer because we both, I mean. <title type="song" xml:lang="de">Blumenlied</title> I bought for
<lb n="110845"/>her. The name. Playing it slow, a girl, night I came home, the girl. Door of
  <lb n="110846"/>the stables near Cecilia street.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110847"/>Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite
<lb n="110848"/>flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.</p>
<p><lb n="110849"/>It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a
<lb n="110850"/>boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles.
<lb n="110851"/>Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the
<lb n="110852"/>moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. God, such
<lb n="110853"/>music, Ben. Heard as a boy. Cross Ringabella haven <distinct type="Joycean">mooncarole</distinct>.</p>
<p><lb n="110854"/>Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed
  <lb n="110855"/>a moonlight <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">nightcall</distinct>, clear from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct>, a call from afar, replying.</p>
<p><lb n="110856"/>Down the edge of his <title type="newspaper">Freeman</title> baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
<lb n="110857"/>scanning for <said who="lb" aloud="false">where did I see that. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.
  <lb n="110858"/><distinct type="archaism">Heigho</distinct>! <distinct type="archaism">Heigho</distinct>! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110859"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat.</said> He held unfurled his <title type="newspaper">Freeman</title>.
    <lb n="110860"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Can't see now. Remember write Greek ees.</said> Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: <said who="lb" aloud="false">dear
<lb n="110861"/>sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I put?
<lb n="110862"/>Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline <emph>imposs</emph>. To write today.</said></p>
  <p><lb n="110863"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Bore this.</said> Bored Bloom <distinct type="Joycean">tambourined</distinct> gently with I am just reflecting
<lb n="110864"/>fingers on flat pad Pat brought.</p>
<p><lb n="110865"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. Accep my poor litt pres
<lb n="110866"/>enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the
  <lb n="110867"/>gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a crown.
<lb n="110868"/>My poor little pres: p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you despise?
<lb n="110869"/>Jingle, have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught? You naughty
<lb n="110870"/>too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes, yes, will tell you.
<lb n="110871"/>Want to. To keep it up. Call me that other. Other world she wrote. My
  <lb n="110872"/>patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must believe. Believe. The tank. It.
  <lb n="110873"/>Is. True.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110874"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Folly am I writing? Husbands don't. That's marriage does, their
<lb n="110875"/>wives. Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young.
<lb n="110876"/>If she found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless pain. If
  <lb n="110877"/>they don't see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110878"/>A hackney car, number three hundred and <distinct type="compound">twentyfour</distinct>, driver Barton
<lb n="110879"/>James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare,
<lb n="110880"/>a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">indigoblue</distinct> serge suit made by
<lb n="110881"/>George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and
<lb n="110882"/>wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one
<lb n="110883"/>Great Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and
  <lb n="110884"/>jingled. By Dlugacz' <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">porkshop</distinct> bright tubes of Agendath trotted a
  <lb n="110885"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">gallantbuttocked</distinct> mare.
<lb n="110886"/><said who="rg">―Answering an ad?</said> keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom.
<lb n="110887"/><said who="lb">―Yes,</said> Mr Bloom said. <said who="lb">Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110888"/>Bloom mur: <said who="lb" aloud="false">best references. But Henry wrote: it will excite me. You
<lb n="110889"/>know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he
<lb n="110890"/>playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will
<lb n="110891"/>you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Tell me I
<lb n="110892"/>want to. Know. O. Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask. La la la ree. Trails off
<lb n="110893"/>there sad in minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at end.
  <lb n="110894"/>P. P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110895"/>He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of
<lb n="110896"/>paper. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Henry wrote:</p>
<p rend="inset"><lb n="110897"/>Miss Martha Clifford
<lb n="110898"/>c/o P. O.
<lb n="110899"/>Dolphin's Barn Lane
<lb n="110900"/>Dublin</p>
<p><lb n="110901"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Blot over the other so he can't read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.
<lb n="110902"/>Something detective read off <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">blottingpad</distinct>. Payment at the rate of guinea per
  <lb n="110903"/>col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U. P: up.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110904"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms.
<lb n="110905"/>Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.
  <lb n="110906"/>Wisdom while you wait.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110907"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">greyedauburn</distinct>. One life is
  <lb n="110908"/>all. One body. Do. But do.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110909"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Postoffice</distinct> lower down. Walk
<lb n="110910"/>now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.
  <lb n="110911"/>House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear. Deaf beetle he is.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110912"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins.
<lb n="110913"/>Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then he'd
  <lb n="110914"/>be two. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110915"/>Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of
<lb n="110916"/>his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
<lb n="110917"/>waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits
<lb n="110918"/>while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait. Hee
<lb n="110919"/>hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.</p>
<p><lb n="110920"/>Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.</p>
<p><lb n="110921"/>She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely
<lb n="110922"/>shell she brought.</p>
<p><lb n="110923"/>To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding
  <lb n="110924"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">seahorn</distinct> that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.
<lb n="110925"/><said who="ld">―Listen!</said> she bade him.</p>
<p><lb n="110926"/>Under Tom Kernan's <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ginhot</distinct> words the accompanist wove music slow.
<lb n="110927"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband took
<lb n="110928"/>him by the throat. <said who="uhd" direct="false" rend="italics">Scoundrel</said>, said he, <said who="uhd" direct="false" rend="italics">you'll sing no more <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">lovesongs</distinct></said>. He
  <lb n="110929"/>did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110930"/>Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.
<lb n="110931"/>Wonderful. She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold in
<lb n="110932"/>contrast glided. To hear.</p>
<p><lb n="110933"/>Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="110934"/>Bloom through the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bardoor</distinct> saw a shell held at their ears. He heard
<lb n="110935"/>more faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for
<lb n="110936"/>other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.</p>
<p><lb n="110937"/>Bronze by a weary gold, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct>, afar, they listened.</p>
<p><lb n="110938"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.
<lb n="110939"/>Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">coldcream</distinct> first
<lb n="110940"/>make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn't forget. Fever near
<lb n="110941"/>her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with seaweed.
<lb n="110942"/>Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the mouth,
<lb n="110943"/>why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave. No
  <lb n="110944"/>admittance except on business.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110945"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse
  <lb n="110946"/>in the ear sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110947"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Wonderful really. So distinct. Again.</said> George Lidwell held its murmur,
<lb n="110948"/>hearing: then laid it by, gently.
<lb n="110949"/><said who="gl">―What are the wild waves saying?</said> he asked her, smiled.</p>
<p><lb n="110950"/>Charming, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">seasmiling</distinct> and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.</p>
<p><lb n="110951"/>Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="110952"/>By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and
<lb n="110953"/>Boylan turned.</p>
<p><lb n="110954"/>From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting.
<lb n="110955"/>No, she was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know.
<lb n="110956"/>Walks in the moonlight by the sea. No, not alone. With whom? She nobly
<lb n="110957"/>answered: with a gentleman friend.</p>
<p><lb n="110958"/>Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. <said who="lb" aloud="false">The
  <lb n="110959"/>landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben.</said> Lightly he played a
<lb n="110960"/>light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and for
<lb n="110961"/>their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: one, one, one, one, one: two, one,
<lb n="110962"/>three, four.</p>
<p><lb n="110963"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">cattlemarket</distinct>,
<lb n="110964"/>cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere.
<lb n="110965"/>Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. No, that's noise. Minuet of <title type="opera">Don Giovanni</title>
<lb n="110966"/>he's playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers
<lb n="110967"/>dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">dockleaves</distinct>.
  <lb n="110968"/>Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you look at us.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110969"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other
<lb n="110970"/>joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows you
  <lb n="110971"/>are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then know.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110972"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">M'Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.
<lb n="110973"/>Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can't manage
<lb n="110974"/>men's intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I'm warm, dark, open.
<lb n="110975"/>Molly in <foreign xml:lang="la">quis est homo</foreign>: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear. Want
  <lb n="110976"/>a woman who can deliver the goods.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110977"/>Jog jig jogged stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks
  <lb n="110978"/><distinct type="compound">skyblue</distinct> clocks came light to earth.</p>
<p><lb n="110979"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on
<lb n="110980"/>that. It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.
<lb n="110981"/>Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the
<lb n="110982"/>resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law
<lb n="110983"/>of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">gipsyeyed</distinct>.
  <lb n="110984"/>Pearls. Drops. Rain. <distinct type="Joycean">Diddleiddle</distinct> <distinct type="Joycean">addleaddle</distinct> <distinct type="Joycean">ooddleooddle</distinct>. Hissss. Now.
  <lb n="110985"/>Maybe now. Before.</said></p>
<p><lb n="110986"/>One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul
<lb n="110987"/>de Kock with a loud proud knocker with a cock <distinct type="Joycean">carracarracarra</distinct> cock.
  <lb n="110988"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Cockcock</distinct>.</p>
<p><lb n="110989"/>Tap.
<lb n="110990"/><said who="fc">―<foreign xml:lang="la">Qui sdegno</foreign>, Ben,</said> said Father Cowley.
<lb n="110991"/><said who="tk">―No, Ben,</said> Tom Kernan interfered. <said who="tk"><title type="song">The Croppy Boy.</title> Our native Doric.</said>
<lb n="110992"/><said who="sid">―Ay do, Ben,</said> Mr Dedalus said. <said who="sid">Good men and true.</said>
<lb n="110993"/><said who="fc tk sid">―Do, do,</said> they begged in one.</p>
<p><lb n="110994"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">I'll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay.
  <lb n="110995"/>To me. How much?</said>
<lb n="110996"/><said who="fc">―What key? Six sharps?</said>
<lb n="110997"/><said who="bed">―F sharp major,</said> Ben Dollard said.</p>
<p><lb n="110998"/>Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">deepsounding</distinct>
<lb n="110999"/>chords.</p>
<p><lb n="111000"/>Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. No, Richie said. Yes, must.
<lb n="111001"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He
  <lb n="111002"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">seehears</distinct> <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">lipspeech</distinct>. One and nine. Penny for yourself. Here. Give him
<lb n="111003"/>twopence tip. Deaf, bothered. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting,
  <lb n="111004"/>waiting Patty come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111005"/>But wait. But hear. Chords dark. <distinct type="Joycean">Lugugugubrious</distinct>. Low. In a cave of
<lb n="111006"/>the dark middle earth. Embedded ore. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Lumpmusic</distinct>.</p>
<p><lb n="111007"/>The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach
<lb n="111008"/>and painful, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men
<lb n="111009"/>and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.</p>
<p><lb n="111010"/>Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111011"/>Ben Dollard's voice. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Base <distinct type="Joycean">barreltone</distinct>. Doing his level best to say it.
  <lb n="111012"/>Croak of vast manless moonless <distinct type="Joycean">womoonless</distinct> marsh. Other comedown. Big
<lb n="111013"/>ships' chandler's business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships'
<lb n="111014"/>lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh
  <lb n="111015"/>home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111016"/>The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step
<lb n="111017"/>in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of chords.</p>
<p><lb n="111018"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their
  <lb n="111019"/>days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111020"/>The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had
<lb n="111021"/>entered a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told
<lb n="111022"/>them the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to shrive.</p>
<p><lb n="111023"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he'll win in <q>Answers</q>, poets'
<lb n="111024"/>picture puzzle. We hand you crisp five pound note. Bird sitting hatching in
<lb n="111025"/>a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee what
<lb n="111026"/>domestic animal? Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Good voice he has
  <lb n="111027"/>still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111028"/>Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door
<lb n="111029"/>deaf Pat, bald Pat, tipped Pat, listened.</p>
<p><lb n="111030"/>The chords harped slower.</p>
<p><lb n="111031"/>The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous.
<lb n="111032"/>Ben's contrite beard confessed. <foreign xml:lang="la">In nomine Domini</foreign>, in God's name he knelt.
<lb n="111033"/>He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: <foreign xml:lang="la">mea culpa</foreign>.</p>
<p><lb n="111034"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Latin again. That holds them like birdlime. Priest with the
<lb n="111035"/>communion corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or
<lb n="111036"/>coffey, <foreign xml:lang="la">corpusnomine</foreign>. Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111037"/>Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111038"/>They listened. Tankards and miss Kennedy. George Lidwell, eyelid
  <lb n="111039"/>well expressive, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">fullbusted</distinct> satin. Kernan. Si.</p>
<p><lb n="111040"/>The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had
<lb n="111041"/>cursed three times. You bitch's bast. And once at <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">masstime</distinct> he had gone to
<lb n="111042"/>play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he
<lb n="111043"/>had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.</p>
<p><lb n="111044"/>Bronze, listening, by the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">beerpull</distinct> gazed far away. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Soulfully. Doesn't
  <lb n="111045"/>half know I'm. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111046"/>Bronze gazed far sideways. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?
  <lb n="111047"/>They always know. Knock at the door. Last tip to titivate.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111048"/><distinct type="Joycean">Cockcarracarra</distinct>.</p>
<p><lb n="111049"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">What do they think when they hear music? Way to catch rattlesnakes.
<lb n="111050"/>Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked that
<lb n="111051"/>best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.
<lb n="111052"/>Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
<lb n="111053"/>Tootling. Brasses braying asses through <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">uptrunks</distinct>. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Doublebasses</distinct> helpless,
<lb n="111054"/>gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. <distinct type="compound">Semigrand</distinct> open crocodile
  <lb n="111055"/>music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111056"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore <distinct type="compound">lowcut</distinct>, belongings on
<lb n="111057"/>show. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a
<lb n="111058"/>question. Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's.
<lb n="111059"/>Hypnotised, listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">dresscircle</distinct> staring
  <lb n="111060"/>down into her with his <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">operaglass</distinct> for all he was worth. Beauty of music
<lb n="111061"/>you must hear twice. Nature woman half a look. God made the country
  <lb n="111062"/>man the tune. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. O rocks!</said></p>
<p><lb n="111063"/>All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his
<lb n="111064"/>brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of
<lb n="111065"/>his name and race.</p>
<p><lb n="111066"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">I too. Last of my race. Milly young student. Well, my fault perhaps.
  <lb n="111067"/>No son. Rudy. Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?</said></p>
<p><lb n="111068"/>He bore no hate.</p>
<p><lb n="111069"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111070"/>Big Ben his voice unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush
<lb n="111071"/>struggling in his pale, to Bloom soon old. <said who="lb" aloud="false">But when was young?</said></p>
<p><lb n="111072"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Who
  <lb n="111073"/>fears to speak of nineteen four? Time to be shoving. Looked enough.</said>
<lb n="111074"/><said who="bed">―<quote>Bless me, father</quote>,</said> Dollard the croppy cried. <said who="bed"><quote>Bless me and let me go.</quote></said></p>
<p><lb n="111075"/>Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111076"/>Bloom looked, unblessed to go. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a
<lb n="111077"/>week. Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">weathereye</distinct> open. Those
<lb n="111078"/>girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Chorusgirl's</distinct> romance. Letters read
<lb n="111079"/>out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy's <distinct type="Joycean">owny</distinct> <distinct type="Joycean">Mumpsypum</distinct>.
  <lb n="111080"/>Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name you.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111081"/>Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest
<lb n="111082"/>rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. <said who="lb" aloud="false">They know it all by
  <lb n="111083"/>heart. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111084"/>Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111085"/>Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.</p>
<p><lb n="111086"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Blank face. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Write something on
<lb n="111087"/>it: page. If not what becomes of them? Decline, despair. Keeps them young.
<lb n="111088"/>Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman,
<lb n="111089"/>a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holes, all women. Goddess I didn't
<lb n="111090"/>see. They want it. Not too much polite. That's why he gets them. Gold in
<lb n="111091"/>your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her hear. With look
<lb n="111092"/>to look. Songs without words. Molly, that <distinct type="compound">hurdygurdy</distinct> boy. She knew he
<lb n="111093"/>meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the Spanish. Understand
  <lb n="111094"/>animals too that way. Solomon did. Gift of nature.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111095"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Ventriloquise. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?</said></p>
<p><lb n="111096"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Will? You? I. Want. You. To.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111097"/>With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic
<lb n="111098"/>bitch's bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to live,
<lb n="111099"/>your last.</p>
<p><lb n="111100"/>Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111101"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Thrill now. Pity they feel. To wipe away a tear for martyrs that want
<lb n="111102"/>to, dying to, die. For all things dying, for all things born. Poor Mrs
  <lb n="111103"/>Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111104"/>A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes,
<lb n="111105"/>calmly, hearing. <said who="lb" aloud="false">See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks.</said> On yonder
<lb n="111106"/>river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red
<lb n="111107"/>rose rose slowly sank red rose. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is life.
  <lb n="111108"/>And all the tiny tiny <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">fernfoils</distinct> trembled of maidenhair.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111109"/>But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn.</p>
<p><lb n="111110"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Ha. Lidwell. For him then not for. Infatuated. I like that? See her
  <lb n="111111"/>from here though. Popped corks, splashes of <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">beerfroth</distinct>, stacks of empties.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111112"/>On the smooth jutting <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">beerpull</distinct> laid Lydia hand, lightly, plumply,
<lb n="111113"/>leave it to my hands. All lost in pity for croppy. Fro, to: to, fro: over the
<lb n="111114"/>polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and finger
<lb n="111115"/>passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then slid so smoothly,
<lb n="111116"/>slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their
<lb n="111117"/>sliding ring.</p>
<p><lb n="111118"/>With a cock with a carra.</p>
<p><lb n="111119"/>Tap. Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111120"/>I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.</p>
<p><lb n="111121"/>The chords consented. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Very sad thing. But had to be.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111122"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Get out before the end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where's my hat.
<lb n="111123"/>Pass by her. Can leave that <title type="newspaper">Freeman</title>. Letter I have. Suppose she were the?
<lb n="111124"/>No. Walk, walk, walk. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice
  <lb n="111125"/>Tisntdall Farrell. Waaaaaaalk.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111126"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Well, I must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O'er <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">ryehigh</distinct> blue.
  <lb n="111127"/>Ow.</said> Bloom stood up. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Must have
<lb n="111128"/>sweated: music. That lotion, remember. Well, so long. High grade. Card
  <lb n="111129"/>inside. Yes.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111130"/>By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.</p>
<p><lb n="111131"/>At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body
<lb n="111132"/>laid. Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to
<lb n="111133"/>dolorous prayer.</p>
<p><lb n="111134"/>By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties,
<lb n="111135"/>by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and
  <lb n="111136"/>faint gold in <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">deepseashadow</distinct>, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely
<lb n="111137"/>Bloom.</p>
<p><lb n="111138"/>Tap. Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111139"/>Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace.
<lb n="111140"/>Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy
<lb n="111141"/>boy.</p>
<p><lb n="111142"/>Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bootsboy</distinct> Bloom in the Ormond
<lb n="111143"/>hallway heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots
<lb n="111144"/>all treading, boots not the boots the boy. <said who="lb" aloud="false">General chorus off for a swill to
  <lb n="111145"/>wash it down. Glad I avoided.</said>
<lb n="111146"/><said who="sid">―Come on, Ben,</said> Simon Dedalus cried. <said who="sid">By God, you're as good as ever you
<lb n="111147"/>were.</said>
<lb n="111148"/><said who="tk">―Better,</said> said Tomgin Kernan. <said who="tk">Most trenchant rendition of that ballad,
<lb n="111149"/>upon my soul and honour it is.</said>
<lb n="111150"/><said who="fc">―Lablache,</said> said Father Cowley.</p>
<p><lb n="111151"/>Ben Dollard bulkily <distinct type="Joycean">cachuchad</distinct> towards the bar, mightily <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">praisefed</distinct>
  <lb n="111152"/>and all big roseate, on <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">heavyfooted</distinct> feet, his gouty fingers <distinct type="archaism">nakkering</distinct>
  <lb n="111153"/><foreign xml:lang="fr">castagnettes</foreign> in the air.</p>
<p><lb n="111154"/>Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.</p>
<p><lb n="111155"/>Rrr.</p>
<p><lb n="111156"/>And <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">deepmoved</distinct> all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose,
<lb n="111157"/>all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.
<lb n="111158"/><said who="gl">―You're looking rubicund,</said> George Lidwell said.</p>
<p><lb n="111159"/>Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.
<lb n="111160"/><said who="sid">―Ben machree,</said> said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">shoulderblade</distinct>.
<said who="sid"><lb n="111161"/>Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111162"/>Rrrrrrrsss.
<lb n="111163"/><said who="bed">―Fat of death, Simon,</said> Ben Dollard growled.</p>
<p><lb n="111164"/>Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly
<lb n="111165"/>he waited. Unpaid Pat too.</p>
<p><lb n="111166"/>Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111167"/>Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
<lb n="111168"/><said who="mk">―Mr Dollard,</said> they murmured low.
<lb n="111169"/><said who="ugt">―Dollard,</said> murmured tankard.</p>
<p><lb n="111170"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll:
  <lb n="111171"/>the tank.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111172"/>He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him,
<lb n="111173"/>that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Dollard, was it?
  <lb n="111174"/>Dollard, yes.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111175"/>Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,
<lb n="111176"/>murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And <title type="song">The Last Rose of Summer</title> was a lovely
<lb n="111177"/>song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.</p>
<p><lb n="111178"/>'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round
<lb n="111179"/>inside.</p>
<p><lb n="111180"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Postoffice</distinct> near Reuben J's
<lb n="111181"/>one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish
<lb n="111182"/>I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves.
  <lb n="111183"/><distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Beerpull</distinct>. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules
  <lb n="111184"/>the world.</said>
  <lb n="111185"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Far. Far. Far. Far.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111186"/>Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111187"/>Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for
  <lb n="111188"/>Mady, with sweets of sin with <distinct type="dialect">frillies</distinct> for Raoul with met him pike hoses
<lb n="111189"/>went Poldy on.</p>
<p><lb n="111190"/>Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111191"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give
<lb n="111192"/>way only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All
<lb n="111193"/>ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty.
<lb n="111194"/>You daren't budge. Thinking strictly prohibited. Always talking shop.
  <lb n="111195"/><distinct type="Joycean">Fiddlefaddle</distinct> about notes.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111196"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you
<lb n="111197"/>never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.
<lb n="111198"/>Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys. Seated
<lb n="111199"/>all day at the organ. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or the other
<lb n="111200"/>fellow blowing the bellows. Growl angry, then shriek cursing (want to have
<lb n="111201"/>wadding or something in his no don't she cried), then all of a soft sudden
  <lb n="111202"/>wee little wee little pipy wind.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111203"/>Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
<lb n="111204"/><said who="sid">―Was he?</said> Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. <said who="sid">I was with him
<lb n="111205"/>this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's ...</said>
<lb n="111206"/><said who="unclear: George Lidwell?">―Ay, the Lord have mercy on him.</said>
<lb n="111207"/><said who="sid">―By the bye there's a <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">tuningfork</distinct> in there on the ...</said></p>
<p><lb n="111208"/>Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
<lb n="111209"/><said who="gl">―The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What?</said> Lidwell asked.
<lb n="111210"/><said who="ld">―O, that must be the tuner,</said> Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw, <said who="ld">forgot it
<lb n="111211"/>when he was here.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111212"/>Blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw. And played so
<lb n="111213"/>exquisitely, treat to hear. Exquisite contrast: <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bronzelid</distinct>, <distinct type="Joycean">minagold</distinct>.
<lb n="111214"/><said who="bed">―Shout!</said> Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. <said who="bed">Sing out!</said>
<lb n="111215"/><said who="fc">―'lldo!</said> cried Father Cowley.</p>
<p><lb n="111216"/>Rrrrrr.</p>
<p><lb n="111217"/>I feel I want ....</p>
<p><lb n="111218"/>Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
<lb n="111219"/><said who="sid">―Very,</said> Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.</p>
<p><lb n="111220"/>Under the <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">sandwichbell</distinct> lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last
<lb n="111221"/>sardine of summer. Bloom alone.
<lb n="111222"/><said who="sid">―Very,</said> he stared. <said who="sid">The lower register, for choice.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111223"/>Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.</p>
<p><lb n="111224"/>Bloom went by Barry's. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I
  <lb n="111225"/>had. <distinct type="compound">Twentyfour</distinct> solicitors in that one house. Counted them. Litigation.
<lb n="111226"/>Love one another. Piles of parchment. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power
  <lb n="111227"/>of attorney. Goulding, Collis, Ward.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111228"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation:
<lb n="111229"/>Mickey Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home
<lb n="111230"/>after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his
<lb n="111231"/>band part. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses' skins. Welt them
<lb n="111232"/>through life, then wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to be what you
  <lb n="111233"/>call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111234"/>Tap. Tap. A stripling, blind, with a tapping cane came <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">taptaptapping</distinct>
<lb n="111235"/>by Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn't see)
<lb n="111236"/>blew whiffs of a mermaid (blind couldn't), mermaid, coolest whiff of all.</p>
<p><lb n="111237"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Instruments. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then blow. Even
  <lb n="111238"/>comb and <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">tissuepaper</distinct> you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in
<lb n="111239"/>Lombard street west, hair down. I suppose each kind of trade made its own,
<lb n="111240"/>don't you see? Hunter with a horn. Haw. Have you the? <foreign xml:lang="fr">Cloche. Sonnez la.</foreign>
<lb n="111241"/>Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle. Locks and keys!
<lb n="111242"/>Sweep! Four o'clock's all's well! Sleep! All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy.
  <lb n="111243"/>Wait. I know. <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">Towncrier</distinct>, <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">bumbailiff</distinct>. Long John. Waken the dead. Pom.
<lb n="111244"/>Dignam. Poor little <foreign xml:lang="la">nominedomine</foreign>. Pom. It is music. I mean of course it's
<lb n="111245"/>all pom pom pom very much what they call <foreign xml:lang="it">da capo</foreign>. Still you can hear. As
  <lb n="111246"/>we march, we march along, march along. Pom.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111247"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. Just a question of
<lb n="111248"/>custom shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same he must
<lb n="111249"/>have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap. Muffled up.
<lb n="111250"/>Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O, the whore
  <lb n="111251"/>of the lane!</said></p>
<p><lb n="111252"/>A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the
<lb n="111253"/>day along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form
<lb n="111254"/>endearing? <said who="lb" aloud="false">Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who had
  <lb n="111255"/>the? Heehaw <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">shesaw</distinct>. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any
<lb n="111256"/>chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be with
<lb n="111257"/>you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment we
<lb n="111258"/>made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Too dear too near to home
<lb n="111259"/>sweet home. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.
  <lb n="111260"/>Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111261"/>In Lionel Marks's antique <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">saleshop</distinct> window haughty Henry Lionel
<lb n="111262"/>Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged
<lb n="111263"/>battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">blowbags</distinct>. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Bargain: six
<lb n="111264"/>bob. Might learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if
<lb n="111265"/>you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he
<lb n="111266"/>wants to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted
  <lb n="111267"/>to charge me for the edge he gave it. She's passing now. Six bob.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111268"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111269"/>Near bronze from <distinct type="nonstandard-compound">anear</distinct> near gold from afar they chinked their
  <lb n="111270"/>clinking glasses all, <distinct type="compound">brighteyed</distinct> and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting
<lb n="111271"/>last rose of summer, rose of Castile. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a fifth:
<lb n="111272"/>Lidwell, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard.</p>
<p><lb n="111273"/>Tap. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.</p>
<p><lb n="111274"/>Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window.
<lb n="111275"/>Robert Emmet's last words. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.</said>
<lb n="111276"/><said who="bed">―True men like you men.</said>
<lb n="111277"/><said who="unclear: Simon Dedalus Father Cowley">―Ay, ay, Ben.</said>
<lb n="111278"/><said who="bed">―Will lift your glass with us.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111279"/>They lifted.</p>
<p><lb n="111280"/>Tschink. Tschunk.</p>
<p><lb n="111281"/>Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He
<lb n="111282"/>saw not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor
<lb n="111283"/>Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.</p>
<p><lb n="111284"/><distinct type="Joycean">Seabloom</distinct>, <distinct type="Joycean">greaseabloom</distinct> viewed last words. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Softly. <quote>When my country
  <lb n="111285"/>takes her place among.</quote></said></p>
<p><lb n="111286"/>Prrprr.</p>
<p><lb n="111287"/><said who="lb" aloud="false">Must be the bur.</said></p>
<p><lb n="111288"/>Fff! Oo. Rrpr.</p>
<p><lb n="111289"/><said who="lb" aloud="false"><quote>Nations of the earth.</quote> No-one behind. She's passed. <quote>Then and not till
  <lb n="111290"/>then.</quote></said> Tram kran kran kran. <said who="lb" aloud="false">Good oppor. Coming.</said> Krandlkrankran. <said who="lb" aloud="false">I'm
  <lb n="111291"/>sure it's the burgund. Yes. One, two. <quote>Let my epitaph be.</quote></said> Kraaaaaa. <said who="lb" aloud="false"><quote>Written.
  <lb n="111292"/>I have.</quote></said></p>
<p><lb n="111293"/>Pprrpffrrppffff.</p>
<p><lb n="111294"/><said who="lb" aloud="false"><quote>Done.</quote></said></p>
</div> <!-- End of Episode 11, "Sirens" -->