OCTOBER 09

The three girl friends were seated on the rocks, enjoying the evening scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly.

Many a time and oft were they wont to come there to that favourite nook to have a cosy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey and Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the name H.M.S.

For Tommy and Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them.

And Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight.

Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.

And baby prattled after her:

Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and promised him the scatty heel of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on.

But to be sure baby Boardman was as good as gold, a perfect little dote in his new fancy bib.

A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, always with a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe red lips, a girl lovable in the extreme.

And Edy Boardman laughed too at the quaint language of little brother.

But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle too.

But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle too.

But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle too.

And in a sad plight he was too after his misadventure.

Still the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, her eyes dancing in admonition.

She put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:

Cissy queried.

Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away into the distance was, in very truth, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see.

Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either.

Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either.

Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either.

Had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her.

Had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her.

Had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her.

Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that lent to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, tense with suppressed meaning, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes, a charm few could resist.

Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that lent to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, tense with suppressed meaning, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes, a charm few could resist.

Gerty's were of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows.

It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the Woman Beautiful page of the Princess Novelette, who had first advised her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the eyes, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and she had never regretted it.

She had cut it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth.

She had cut it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth.

She had cut it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth.

She had cut it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth.

The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May morning.

Little recked he perhaps for what she felt, that dull aching void in her heart sometimes, piercing to the core.

A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes (because it was expected in the LADY'S PICTORIAL that electric blue would be worn) with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket (in which she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit) and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection.

She wore a coquettish little love of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone.

As for undies they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen (though Gerty would never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to blame her?

She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and she aired them herself and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed them and she had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as she'd see them scorching the things.

That strained look on her face!

A gnawing sorrow is there all the time.

Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain.

Impetuous fellow!

Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell must be a man among men.

No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and who would understand, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to him in all the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long long kiss.

No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and who would understand, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to him in all the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long long kiss.

For such a one she yearns this balmy summer eve.

Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same direction, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she didn't like the eating part when there were any people that made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they wou

-- Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of her nose.

-- Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of her nose.

It was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S. J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament.

They were there gathered together without distinction of social class (and a most edifying spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves, after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede for them, the old familiar words, holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins.

They were there gathered together without distinction of social class (and a most edifying spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves, after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede for them, the old familiar words, holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins.

They were there gathered together without distinction of social class (and a most edifying spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves, after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede for them, the old familiar words, holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins.

Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty bucket, thinking.

But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days.

Nay, she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a prey to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was one thing of all things that Gerty knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness, deserves to be branded as the lowest of the low.

Nay, she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a prey to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was one thing of all things that Gerty knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness, deserves to be branded as the lowest of the low.

And Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk.

And Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk.

With all his faults she loved him still when he sang TELL ME, MARY, HOW TO WOO THEE or MY LOVE AND COTTAGE NEAR ROCHELLE and they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he sang THE MOON HATH RAISED with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, from a stroke.

It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window.

It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window.

It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window.

Needless to say poor Tommy was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted the ball.

The gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw it up the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the rock.

Till then they had only exchanged glances of the most casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen.

Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose.

Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose.

And careworn hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all that bright with hope for the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the great saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was not recorded in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.

Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it:

It was all no use soothering him with no, nono, baby, no and telling him about the geegee and where was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was quickly appeased.

Gerty wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out of that and not get on her nerves, no hour to be out, and the little brats of twins.

If he had suffered, more sinned against than sinning, or even, even, if he had been himself a sinner, a wicked man, she cared not.

It would have served her just right if she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her to make her look tall and got a fine tumble.

She could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve.

Irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why no-one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of hers.

Because she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a gentle hint about its being late.

And when Cissy came up Edy asked her the time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half past kissing time, time to kiss again.

His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones.

His dark eyes fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her shrine.

Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he read out PANEM DE COELO PRAESTITISTI EIS and Edy and Cis

Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he read out PANEM DE COELO PRAESTITISTI EIS and Edy and Cis

Gerty winced sharply.

Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears.

Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see.

Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.

Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.

Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.

Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.

And Cissy told him too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of his gleeful eyes, and Cissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib.

Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the Blessed S

Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the Blessed S

Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the Blessed S

How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight, the last glimpse of Erin, the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same time a bat flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk, hither, thither, with a tiny lost cry.

It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the tortoiseshell combs, her child of Mary badge, the whiterose scent, the eyebrowleine, her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had copied out of the newspa

If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding back for her.

From everything in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled.

She loathed that sort of person, the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station.

She loathed that sort of person, the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station.

The old love was waiting, waiting with little white hands stretched out, with blue appealing eyes.

Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle and genuflected and the choir sang LAUDATE DOMINUM OMNES GENTES and then he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out:

At last they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could be trusted to the death, steadfast, a sterling man, a man of inflexible honour to his fingertips.

She leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and there was no-one to see only him and her when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she knew too about the passion of men like that, hotblooded, because Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made her swear she'd never

She leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and there was no-one to see only him and her when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she knew too about the passion of men like that, hotblooded, because Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made her swear she'd never

And she saw a long Roman candle going up over the trees, up, up, and, in the tense hush, they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it, high, high, almost out of sight, and her face was suffused with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things too, nainsook knickers, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than those other pettiwidth, the green, four and eleven, on account

And she saw a long Roman candle going up over the trees, up, up, and, in the tense hush, they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it, high, high, almost out of sight, and her face was suffused with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things too, nainsook knickers, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than those other pettiwidth, the green, four and eleven, on account

Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent.

Leopold Bloom (for it is he) stands silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes.

A fair unsullied soul had called to him and, wretch that he was, how had he answered?

A fair unsullied soul had called to him and, wretch that he was, how had he answered?

An utter cad he had been!

Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show what a great person she was: and then she cried:

All kinds of crazy longings.

Or all start scratch then get out of step.

That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing.

Their natural craving.

Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices.

Something about withering plants I read in a garden.

Wrangle with Molly it was put me off.

Weighs on his mind.

Begins to feel cold and clammy.

Moonlight silver effulgence.

The propitious moment.

Mushy like, tell by their eye, on the sly.

Apoplectic.

Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning, cure for fat lips.

Swell of her calf.

In HAMLET, that is.

Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not even closed at first, sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds.

Have that in your nose in the dark, whiff of stale boose.

Then they trot you out some kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what to call her.

It's like a fine fine veil or web they have all over the skin, fine like what do you call it gossamer, and they're always spinning it out of them, fine as anything, like rainbow colours without knowing it.

Also the cat likes to sniff in her shift on the bed.

Also the cat likes to sniff in her shift on the bed.

Walk after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today.

Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the twinkling.

Scowl or smile.

Looks like a phantom ship.

Dew falling.

Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the lamps.

Drained all the manhood out of me, little wretch.

Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow.

Their frugal meal.

Like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny hands.

Almost see them shimmering, kind of a bluey white.

Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows.

Others in vessels, bit of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy winds do blow.

The anchor's weighed.

That brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage.

Hanging on to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and that's the last of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him.

Hanging on to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and that's the last of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him.

From house to house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock postman, the glowworm's lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through the laurel hedges.

And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace.

By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: EVENING TELEGRAPH, STOP PRESS EDITION!

Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three fangs in her mouth.

Must wheedle her way along.

Looks so forlorn.

Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand.

I. Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning.

He flung his wooden pen away.

Short snooze now if I had.

Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted t

Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted t

Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted t

For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently commenced might be in t

For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently commenced might be in t

For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently commenced might be in t

Not to speak of hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves, their greatest doctors, the O'Shiels, the O'Hickeys, the O'Lees, have sedulously set down the divers methods by which the sick and the relapsed found again health whether the malady had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux.

Certainly in every public work which in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them adopted (whether by having preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is difficult in being said which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to the present congrued to render manifest) whereby maternity was so far from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that all hardest of woman ho

To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the case was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her to be received into that domicile.

Before born bliss babe had.

Whatever in that one case done commodiously done was.

A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less of what drugs there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the high sunbrigh

Of Israel's folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared.

Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.

Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.

Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth.

Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth.

Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred.

Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding wariest ward.

Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood.

Once her in townhithe meeting he to her bow had not doffed.

Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so young then had looked.

Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word winning.

All she there told him, ruing death for friend so young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay.

Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to go as he came.

The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman was in throes now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth to bear but that now in a little it would be.

The man hearkened to her words for he felt with wonder women's woe in the travail that they have of motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid.

Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.

And the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice.

And the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice.

And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they durst not move more for enchantment.

And on this board were frightful swords and knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that there abound marvellously.

And there were vessels that are wrought by magic of Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he blases in to them like to bubbles.

And there was a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are so.

This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for there was above one quick with child, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast.

Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him to drink and, Now drink, said he, fully delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both's health for he was a passing good man of his lustiness.

And sir Leopold that was the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars' hall and that was the meekest man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was the very truest knight of the world one that ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup.

There was a sort of scholars along either side the board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine, and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one Crotthers, and young Stephen that had mien of a frere that was at head of the board and Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a mastery of him erewhile gested (and of all them, reserved young Stephen, he was the most drunken that demanded

And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that his languor becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for that time in the honourablest manner.

This was scant said but all cried with one acclaim nay, by our Virgin Mother, the wife should live and the babe to die.

In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with argument and what for their drinking but the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that at the least way mirth might not lack.

Then young Madden showed all the whole affair and said how that she was dead and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and bedesman and for a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were all wondrous grieved.

Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the one in limbo gloom, the other in purgefire.

But he had overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if it so fortuned him to be delivered of his spleen of lustihead.

Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that beast the unicorn how once in the millennium he cometh by his horn, the other all this while, pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, witnessing all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that he was able to do any manner of thing that lay in man to do.

Which hearing young Stephen was a marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he was drunken and that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.

But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art could save so dark is destiny.

And she was wondrous stricken of heart for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and lie akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now Sir Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all accounted him of real parts) so grie

And she was wondrous stricken of heart for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and lie akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now Sir Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all accounted him of real parts) so grie

And she was wondrous stricken of heart for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and lie akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now Sir Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all accounted him of real parts) so grie

About that present time young Stephen filled all cups that stood empty so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed their approach from him that still plied it very busily who, praying for the intentions of the sovereign pontiff, he gave them for a pledge the vicar of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray.

And he showed them glistering coins of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he had, he said, for a song which he writ.

They all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of money as was herebefore.

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.

Or she knew him, that second I say, and was but creature of her creature, VERGINE MADRE, FIGLIA DI TUO FIGLIO, or she knew him not and then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph the joiner patron of the happy demise of all unhappy marriages, PARCEQUE M. LEO TAXIL NOUS A DIT QUE QUI L'AVAIT MISE DANS CETTE FICHUE POSITION C'ETAIT LE SACRE PIGEON, VENTRE DE DIEU!

And all cried out upon it for a very scurvy word.

A pregnancy without joy, he said, a birth without pangs, a body without blemish, a belly without bigness.

A pregnancy without joy, he said, a birth without pangs, a body without blemish, a belly without bigness.

Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship.

It was an ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, t

It was an ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, t

It was an ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, t

Master Lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious deeds and how, as he heard hereof counted, he had besmirched the lily virtue of a confiding female which was corruption of minors and they all intershowed it too, waxing merry and toasting to his fathership.

An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.

An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.

Well met they were, said Master Dixon, joyed, but, harkee, young sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, by my troth, of such a mingling much might come.

Thus, or words to that effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom mankind was more beholden.

Why hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the Roman and to the Indian of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously?

Look forth now, my people, upon the land of behest, even from Horeb and from Nebo and from Pisgah and from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money.

But thou hast suckled me with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast quenched for ever.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame.

Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering in the struggle.

Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind.

Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted.

A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel.

Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds.

Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds.

Here also over these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips and on mine.

A long look from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's looms.

A long look from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's looms.

His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading.

His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.

His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.

Sargent peered askance through his slanted glasses.

Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors.

Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors.

In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data.

He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife.

He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife.

Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.

Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs.

And snug in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the gentiles: world without end.

Stephen's embarrassed hand moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and this, the scallop of saint James.

An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure, hollow shells.

A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery.

A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery.

-- I will tell you, he said solemnly, -- what is his proudest boast.

Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of Wales.

-- PER VIAS RECTAS, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto.

A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots.

A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots.

He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.

Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of Westminster's Shotover, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, PRIX DE PARIS, 1866.

Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of Westminster's Shotover, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, PRIX DE PARIS, 1866.

Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek of the canteen, over the motley slush.

I am among them, among their battling bodies in a medley, the joust of life.

Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked between his fingers.

Stephen rustled the sheets again.

Mulligan will dub me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.

He frowned sternly on the bright air.

On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.

If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the NEBENEINANDER ineluctably!

Sounds solid: made by the mallet of LOS DEMIURGOS.

Dominie Deasy kens them a'.

They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, FRAUENZIMMER: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in the silted sand.

A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool.

She had no navel.

Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting.

Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.

They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.

Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs.

His pace slackened.

They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.

They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.

In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm.

He has washed the upper moiety.

He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM.

-- Sit down or by the law Harry I'll knock you down.

You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army.

A garland of grey hair on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace (DESCENDE!), clutching a monstrance, basiliskeyed.

A garland of grey hair on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace (DESCENDE!), clutching a monstrance, basiliskeyed.

A choir gives back menace and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat.

His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.

His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.

His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.

He coasted them, walking warily.

Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon.

Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon.

With mother's money order, eight shillings, the banging door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher.

Rich booty you brought back; LE TUTU, five tattered numbers of PANTALON BLANC ET CULOTTE ROUGE; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show:

Rich booty you brought back; LE TUTU, five tattered numbers of PANTALON BLANC ET CULOTTE ROUGE; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show:

His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by the boulders of the south wall.

He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls.

Noon slumbers.

A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron.

A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron.

Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges.

Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges.

His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips.

To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes our common cause.

Licentious men.

The froeken, BONNE A TOUT FAIRE, who rubs male nakedness in the bath at Upsala.

I wouldn't let my brother, not even my own brother, most lascivious thing.

Of lost leaders, the betrayed, wild escapes.

Lover, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the fog.

Making his day's stations, the dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the gone.

Making his day's stations, the dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the gone.

I taught him to sing THE BOYS OF KILKENNY ARE STOUT ROARING BLADES.

In the darkness of the dome they wait, their pushedback chairs, my obelisk valise, around a board of abandoned platters.

A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack.

And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of weasel rats.

Sir Lout's toys.

From farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two.

Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf.

Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf.

A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the shallows.

A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the shallows.

Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat.

Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat.

Famine, plague and slaughters.

A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear.

The Bruce's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and Lambert Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a scullion crowned.

He saved men from drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping.

Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull.

Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull.

The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears.

His snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse.

His snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse.

The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning.

His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a calf's gallop.

He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell.

The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight.

The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight.

The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight.

Along by the edge of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock. and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it.

Along by the edge of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock. and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it.

His hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.

He rooted in the sand, dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead.

With woman steps she followed: the ruffian and his strolling mort.

When night hides her body's flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired.

Buss her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for, O, my dimber wapping dell!

A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags.

Language no whit worse than his.

Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.

Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun's flaming sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands.

The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field.

Keen glance you gave her.

Pan's hour, the faunal noon.

Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the tawny waters leaves lie wide.

TIENS, QUEL PETIT PIED!

Staunch friend, a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name.

In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising, flowing.

No, they will pass on, passing, chafing against the low rocks, swirling, passing.

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.

Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.

Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells.

Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells.

Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine.

Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine.

Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead.

Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.

Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.

He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.

His hand groped vainly in his pockets.

It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.

Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form.

Clean to see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes.

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly.

Bought it at the governor's auction.

He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the threshold, a limp lid.

Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet.

From the cellar grating floated up the flabby gush of porter.

Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.

There he is, sure enough, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket.

Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons.

Square it you with the boss and we'll split the job, see?

A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last.

Sound meat there: like a stallfed heifer.

Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their hands.

Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their hands.

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right.

The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast.

Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on the rubber prickles.

Grey horror seared his flesh.

-- Scald the teapot.

Kosher.

He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown

Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on the chair by the bedhead.

A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow.

THE MONSTER MAFFEI DESISTED AND FLUNG HIS VICTIM FROM HIM WITH AN OATH.

The BATH OF THE NYMPH over the bed.

Pungent smoke shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan.

He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it.

Then he put a forkful into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat.

His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript.

A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing.

Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf.

Morning after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the hours.

Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself.

By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt.

A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop.

Slack hour: won't be many there.

His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.

His fingers drew forth the letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket.

Careless stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets.

Like that haughty creature at the polo match.

Women all for caste till you touch the spot.

Possess her once take the starch out of her.

Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the braided drums.

A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between.

Her friend covering the display of.

Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in the sun: flicker, flick.

-- She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twenty-fifth.

Bob Cowley lent him his for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that good day to this.

Nice enough in its way: for a little ballad.

He passed the cabman's shelter.

Piled balks.

Ruins and tenements.

I called you naughty boy because I do not like that other world.

Or a poison bouquet to strike him down.

Skin breeds lice or vermin.

Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter.

The bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows.

Lulls all pain.

The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs smartly.

The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs smartly.

Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.

No browbeating him.

Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.

Mortar and pestle.

Electuary or emulsion.

Clogs the pores or the phlegm.

Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk.

Funeral be rather glum.

Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream.

Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream.

He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.

Stowing in the wreaths probably.

The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the smoother road past Watery lane.

Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in mourning, a wide hat.

The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and, swerving back to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels.

-- Was that Mulligan cad with him?

The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.

Canvassing for death.

A raindrop spat on his hat.

Like through a colander.

HIS SINGING OF THAT SIMPLE BALLAD, MARTIN, IS THE MOST TRENCHANT RENDERING I EVER HEARD IN THE WHOLE COURSE OF MY EXPERIENCE.

HIS SINGING OF THAT SIMPLE BALLAD, MARTIN, IS THE MOST TRENCHANT RENDERING I EVER HEARD IN THE WHOLE COURSE OF MY EXPERIENCE.

Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper.

They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence.

They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence.

-- In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.

Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:

Nelson's pillar.

-- Ah then indeed, he said, -- poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a laugh.

Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.

Under the patronage of the late Father Mathew.

Piebald for bachelors.

Then saw like yellow streaks on his face.

-- God grant he doesn't upset us on the road, Mr Power said.

-- Huuuh! the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks.

Run the line out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all.

Wouldn't it be more decent than galloping two abreast?

Elixir of life.

Water rushed roaring through the sluices.

On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs.

James M'Cann's hobby to row me o'er the ferry.

The carriage steered left for Finglas road.

In white silence: appealing.

Gloomy gardens then went by: one by one: gloomy houses.

Clues.

The body to be exhumed.

The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze.

Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the trees, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the air.

Martin Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with his knee.

Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages.

Leanjawed harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry.

Leanjawed harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry.

The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates.

He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed towards the cardinal's mausoleum.

Windfall when he kicks out.

An Irishman saved his life on the ramparts of Vienna.