A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - Chapter I - vocab

A hot burning stinging tingling blow like the loud crack of a broken stick
made his trembling hand crumple together like a leaf in the fire: and at the sound and the pain scalding tears
were driven into his eyes.

A hot burning stinging tingling blow like the loud crack of a broken stick
made his trembling hand crumple together like a leaf in the fire: and at the sound and the pain scalding tears
were driven into his eyes.

Canker is a disease of plants,
Cancer one of animals.

He could not eat the blackish fish fritters they got on Wednesdays in Lent and one of his potatoes had the
mark of the spade in it.

He threw his fist on the table and, frowning angrily, protruded one finger after another.

Stephen drew back his maimed and quivering right arm and held out his left hand.

Then at the door of the castle the rector had shaken hands with
his father and mother, his soutane fluttering in the breeze, and the car had driven off with his father and
mother on it.

Mr Dedalus uttered a guffaw of coarse scorn.

I let her bawl away, to her heart's content, Kitty O'Shea and the rest of it till at last she called that lady
a name that I won't sully this Christmas board nor your ears, ma'am, nor my own lips by repeating.

History was
all about those men and what they did and that was what Peter Parley's Tales about Greece and Rome were all
about.

And she did not like him to play with Eileen because Eileen was a
protestant and when she was young she knew children that used to play with protestants and the protestants
used to make fun of the litany of the Blessed Virgin.

But
he had heard his father say that she was a spoiled nun and that she had come out of the convent in the
Alleghanies when her brother had got the money from the savages for the trinkets andthe chainies.

Dante turned on her and said:
—And am I to sit here and listen to the pastors of my church being flouted?

At the door Dante turned round violently and shouted down the room, her cheeks flushed
and quivering with rage:
—Devil out of hell!

—A thimbleful, John, he said, just to whet your appetite.

Mr Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly bowed his head on his hands with a sob of pain.

The little silk badge with the white rose
on it that was pinned on the breast of his jacket began to flutter.

He knew that
his father had paid a guinea for it in Dunn's of D'Olier Street and that the man had prodded it often at the
breastbone to show how good it was: and he remembered the man's voice when he had said:
—Take that one, sir.

All blessed themselves and Mr Dedalus with a sigh of pleasure lifted from the dish the heavy cover pearled
around the edge with glistening drops.

And one day Boyle had said that an elephant had two tuskers instead of two tusks and that was why he
was called Tusker Boyle but some fellows called him Lady Boyle because he was always at his nails, paring
them.

A waiter was running up a trail of bunting on the flagstaff and
a fox terrier was scampering to and fro on the sunny lawn.

But he drank off the hot weak tea which the clumsy scullion, girt with a white apron, poured
into his cup.

He turned the handle and opened the door and fumbled for the handle of the green baize door inside.

He kept on the fringe of his line, out of sight of his
prefect, out of the reach of the rude feet, feigning to run now and then.

He kept on the fringe of his line, out of sight of his
prefect, out of the reach of the rude feet, feigning to run now and then.

A great fire, banked high and red, flamed in the grate and under the ivy twined branches of the chandelier the
Christmas table was spread.

He crept about from point to point on the fringe of his line, making little runs now and then.

Mr Dedalus began to sway his head to and fro, crooning like a country singer.

Visit, we beseech Thee, O Lord, this habitation and drive away from it all the snares of the
enemy.

Rody Kickham had greaves in his number
and a hamper in the refectory.

He twisted his features into a grimace of heavy bestiality and made a lapping noise with his lips.

When he was down they turned on him to betray him and rend him like
rats in a sewer.

He was caught in the whirl of a scrimmage and, fearful of the flashing eyes and muddy boots, bent down to
look through the legs.

The soutane sleeve swished
again as the pandybat was lifted and a loud crashing sound and a fierce maddening tingling burning pain made
his hand shrink together with the palms and fingers in a livid quivering mass.

Because on the
day when he had made his first holy communion in the chapel he had shut his eyes and opened his mouth and
put out his tongue a little: and when the rector had stooped down to give him the holy communion he had
smelt a faint winy smell off the rector's breath after the wine of the mass.

—Nobody is saying a word against them, said Mr Dedalus, so long as they don't meddle in politics.

Stephen stood up in his place to say the grace before meals:
Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts which through Thy bounty we are about to receive through Christ our
Lord.

They made a cradle of their locked hands and hoisted him up among them and carried him along till he
struggled to get free.

Sleek slimy coats, little little feet tucked up to jump, black slimy eyes to look out of.

He could not eat the blackish fish fritters they got on Wednesdays in Lent and one of his potatoes had the
mark of the spade in it.

They made a cradle of their locked hands and hoisted him up among them and carried him along till he
struggled to get free.

—That was a good answer our friend made to the canon.

As he passed the door he
remembered with a vague fear the warm turf-coloured bogwater, the warm moist air, the noise of plunges, the
smell of the towels, like medicine.