Part: I


Episode 1: Telemachus



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1 Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a
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2bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow
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3dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him ⸢(B)[by]by on on (B)⸣ [by]by on on the
4 mild
4 morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:


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5Introibo ad altare Dei.


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6Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out
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7 coarsely:


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8Come up, Kinch⧼.⧽.! Come up, you fearful jesuit!


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9Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced
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10 about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the
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11 awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent
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12 towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and
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13 shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms
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14 on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face
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15 that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair,
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16 grained and hued like pale oak.


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17Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered
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18 the bowl smartly.


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19Back to barracks⧼,⧽,! he said sternly.


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20He added in a preacher's tone:


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21For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine christine christine christine christine : body and soul
22 and
22 blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One
23 moment. A
23 little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.


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24He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then
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25 paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and
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26 there with gold points. Chrysostomos. ⸢5[Three]Three Two Two 5⸣ [Three]Three Two Two strong shrill whistles
27answered
27through the calm.
⸢4 ⸢5[Three]Three Two Two 5⸣ [Three]Three Two Two strong shrill whistles
27answered
27through the calm.4⸣


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28Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
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29 current, will you?


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1He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher,
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2 gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed
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3 face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle
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4 ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips lips lips lips .


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5The mockery of it⧼,⧽,! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!


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6He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
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7 laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily⸢(B)wearily(B)⸣
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8 halfway and sat down [(B)wearily ]wearily on the edge of the gunrest, watching him
9 still as he
38 propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl
10 and
39 lathered cheeks and neck.


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11Buck Mulligan's gay voice went on.


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12My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a
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13 Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We must
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14 go to Athens. Will you come if I can⸢(B)can(B)⸣ get the aunt to fork out twenty
15 quid?


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16He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight at his own
17 question⧽
at his own
17 question
, cried:


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18Will he come? The jejune jesuit!


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19Ceasing, he began to shave with care.


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20Tell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.


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21Yes, my love?


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22How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?


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23Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.


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24God, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
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25 you're not a gentleman. God, these bloody English! Bursting with money
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26 and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you
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27 have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O, my name for you
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28 is the best: Kinch, the knifeblade.


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29He shaved warily over his chin.


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30He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is his
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31 guncase?


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32A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?


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33I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
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34 with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a
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35 black panther. You saved men from drowning. I'm not a hero, however. If
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36 he stays on here I am off.


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1Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped
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2 down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.


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3Scutter! he cried thickly.


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4He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's
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5 upper pocket, said:


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6 ⸢1[Give]GiveLendLend 1⸣ [Give]GiveLendLend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.


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7Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a
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8 dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.
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9 Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:


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10The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You
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11 can almost taste it, can't you?


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12He mounted toto the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay,
13 his
76 fair oakpale hair stirring slightly.


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14God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet
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15 ⸢1[mother.]mother.mother?mother? 1⸣ [mother.]mother.mother?mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi
16 oinopa ponton.

79 Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read
17them in the
80original. Thalatta! Thalatta!
⸢2I must teach you. You must read
17them in the
80original. Thalatta! Thalatta! 2⸣
She is our great sweet mother.
18 Come and
81 look.


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19Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he
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20 looked down on the ⸢4[water.]water. water and on the mailboat clearing the
21harbourmouth
84of Kingstown.
water and on the mailboat clearing the
21harbourmouth
84of Kingstown.
4⸣
[water.]water. water and on the mailboat clearing the
21harbourmouth
84of Kingstown.
water and on the mailboat clearing the
21harbourmouth
84of Kingstown.

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22Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.


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23He turned abruptly his ⸢(C)[quick]quick grey grey (C)⸣ [quick]quick grey grey searching eyes from the sea
24 to Stephen's
87 face.


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25The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let
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26 me have anything to do with you.


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27Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily.


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28You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother
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29 asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to
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30 think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and
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31 pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you ....


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32He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A ⧼pleasant⧽pleasant
33 tolerant
96 smile curled his lips.


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34But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest
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35 mummer of them all!


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36He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.


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1Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm
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2 against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coatsleeve.
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3 Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in a dream
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4 she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose
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5 brown graveclothes graveclothes graveclothes graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her
6 breath,
105 that had bent upon upon upon upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of
7 wetted ashes.
106 Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a
8 great sweet
107 mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and
9 skyline held a
108 dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood
10 beside her
109 deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up
11 from her
110 rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.


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12Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.


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13Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and a
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14 few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?


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15They fit well enough, Stephen answered.


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16Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.


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17The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
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18 knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair stripe,
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19 grey. You'll look spiffing in them. I'm not joking, Kinch. You look damn
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20 well when you're dressed.


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21Thanks, Stephen said. I can't wear them if they are grey.


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22He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette
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23 is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers.


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24He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of palps of fingers felt
25 the
124 smooth skin.


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26Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
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27 smokeblue mobile eyes.


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28That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan, says
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29 you have g. p. i. He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General
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30 paralysis of the insane!


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31He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
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32 in sunlight now radiant on the seain sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
33 the
132 edges of his white glittering glittering glittering glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
34 wellknit
133 trunk.
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35Look at yourself, he said, you dreadful bard!


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36Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held held held held out to
37 him, cleft
136 by a crooked crack. Hair on end.Hair on end. As he and others see me.
1 >Hair on end.⧽Hair on end. >Hair on end.⧽Hair on end. Who chose this
137 face for me? This ⧼body⧽body dogsbody to
2rid of vermin.
⸢2This ⧼body⧽body dogsbody to
2rid of vermin. 2⸣
It asks me too.


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3I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her all
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4 right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead him
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5 not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.


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6Buck Mulligan laughing again⧽

6Buck Mulligan laughing again
Laughing again, he Laughing again, he

6Buck Mulligan laughing again⧽

6Buck Mulligan laughing again
Laughing again, he Laughing again, he
brought the
7 mirror away from Stephen's peering
142 eyes.


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8The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If Wilde
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9 were only alive to see you!


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10Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness:


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11It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.


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12Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with
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13 him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he
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14 had thrust them.


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15It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly. God knows
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16 you have more spirit than any of them.


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17Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
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18cold steel pen.
⸢2The
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18cold steel pen.2⸣


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19 ⸢2[The cracked]The crackedCrackedCracked 2⸣ [The cracked]The crackedCrackedCracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy
20 chap downstairs
155 and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and
21 thinks you're
156 not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap
22 to Zulus or
157 some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could
23 only work
158 together we might do something for the island. Hellenise it.


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24Cranly's arm. His arm.


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25And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
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26 that knows what you are. Why don't you trust me more? What have you up
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27 your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring
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28 down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they they they they gave
29 Clive
164 Kempthorpe. Kempthorpe. Kempthorpe. Kempthorpe.


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30Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's Kempthorpe's Kempthorpe's Kempthorpe's rooms.
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31 Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I
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32 shall expire! Break the news to her gently, ⸢(B)[Aubrey.]Aubrey.Aubrey!Aubrey! (B)⸣ [Aubrey.]Aubrey.Aubrey!Aubrey! I shall
33 die! With slit
168ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles
34 round the table,
169 with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen
35 with the tailor's
170 shears. A scared calf's calf's calf's calf's face gilded gilded gilded gilded with
36 marmalade. I don't want to be
171 debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with
37 me!


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1Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A
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2 deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his
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3 mower on on on on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of
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4 grasshalms.


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5To ourselves .... new paganism .... omphalos.


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6Let him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at
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7 night.


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8Then what is it⧼,⧽,? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm
9 quite
180 frank with you. What have you against me now?


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10They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on
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11 the water water water water like the snout of a sleeping whale. sleeping whale. sleeping whale. sleeping whale. Stephen freed his
12 arm quietly.


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13Do you wish me to tell you? he asked.


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14Yes, what is it? BuckBuck Mulligan answered. I don't remember anything.


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15He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his
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16 brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
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17 anxiety in his eyes.


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18Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said:


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19Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
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20 death?


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21Buck

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21Buck
Mulligan frowned quickly and said:


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22What? Where? I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and
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23 sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?


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24You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to get
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25 more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out out out out of the
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26drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room.


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27Yes? Buck Mulligan said. What did I say? I forget.


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28You said, Stephen answered, O, it's only Dedalus whose mother is beastly
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29 dead
.


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30A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to
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31 Buck Mulligan's cheek.


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32Did I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?


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33He shook his constraint from him nervously.


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34And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You
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35 saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
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36 Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly thing
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37 and nothing else. It simply doesn't matter. You wouldn't kneel down to
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1 pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why? Because
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2 you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the wrong way.
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3 To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not
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4 functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off
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5 the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in death and
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6 yet you sulk with me because I don't whinge like some hired mute from
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7 Lalouette's. Absurd! I suppose I did say it. I didn't mean to offend the
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8 memory of your mother.


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9He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping
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10 wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:


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11I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.


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12Of what then? Buck Mulligan asked.


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13Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.


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14Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.


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15O, an impossible person! he exclaimed.


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16He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
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17 gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland nownow
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18 grew dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt the
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19 fever of his cheeks.


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20A voice within the tower called loudly:


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21Are you up there, Mulligan?


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22I'm coming, Buck Mulligan answered.


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23He turned towards Stephen and said:


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24Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola, Kinch,
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25 and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.


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26His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
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27 with the roof:


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28Don't mope over it all day, he said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the moody
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29 brooding.


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30His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out
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31 of the stairhead:


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And no more turn aside and brood

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33
Upon love's bitter mystery

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For Fergus rules the brazen cars.


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35Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the
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36 stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
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37 water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the
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1 dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings,
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2 merging their twining chords. The wavewhite⧽The wavewhite Wavewhite Wavewhite The wavewhite⧽The wavewhite Wavewhite Wavewhite wedded
3 words shimmering on the
247 dim tide.


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4A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
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5 deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song: I
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6 sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door
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7 was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to
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8 her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those words, Stephen:
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9 love's bitter mystery.


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10Where now?


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11Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with
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12 musk, a gaud of amber amber amber amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung
13 in the
257 sunny window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce
14 sing
258 in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with otherswith others
15 when he
259 sang:


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16
I am the boy

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17
That can enjoy

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18
Invisibility.


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19Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.


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20
And no more turn aside and brood.


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21Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories
22 crowded⧽crowded beset beset crowded⧽crowded beset beset
266 his brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen
23 tap when she had
267 approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with
24 brown sugar, roasting
268 for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her
25 shapely fingernails
269 reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the
26 children's shirts.


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27In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its
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28 loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath,
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29 bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.


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30Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On
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31 me alone. The ghostly candle⧽ghostly candle ghostcandle ghostcandle ghostly candle⧽ghostly candle ghostcandle ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly
32 light on ⸢(B)[her]her the the (B)⸣ [her]her the the tortured
275 face. Her ⧼hoarce⧽hoarce hoarse loud breath
33 rattling in horror, while all prayed on their
276 knees. Her eyes on me to strike
34 me down. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum
277 turma circumdet: iubilantium
35 te virginum chorus excipiat.


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1Ghoul! Chewer of corpses!


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2No, mother! Let me be and let me live.


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3Kinch ahoy!


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4Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up
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5 the staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry, heard
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6 warm running sunlight andwarm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.


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7Dedalus, come down, like a good fellow⧽fellow mosey mosey fellow⧽fellow mosey mosey . Breakfast is ready.
8 Haines is
285apologising for waking us last night. It's all right.


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9I'm coming, Stephen said, turning.


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10Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
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11 sakes.


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12His head disappeared and reappeared.


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13I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch him
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14 for a quid, will you? A guinea, I mean.


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15I get paid this morning, Stephen said.


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16The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us
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17 one.


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18If you want it, Stephen said.


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19Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll have a
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20 glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns.


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21He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out
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22 of tune ⧼in⧽in with a Cockney accent:


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23
O, won't we have a merry time,

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24
Drinking whisky, beer and wine! 

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25
On coronation,

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26
Coronation day! 

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27
O, won't we have a merry time

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28
On coronation day! 


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29Sudden warm sunlight

29Sudden warm sunlight
Warm sunshine ⸢4[merry]merry merrying merrying 4⸣ [merry]merry merrying merrying Warm sunshine ⸢4[merry]merry merrying merrying 4⸣ [merry]merry merrying merrying

29Sudden warm sunlight

29Sudden warm sunlight
Warm sunshine ⸢4[merry]merry merrying merrying 4⸣ [merry]merry merrying merrying Warm sunshine ⸢4[merry]merry merrying merrying 4⸣ [merry]merry merrying merrying
over
30 the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone,
307 forgotten, on the sunny⧽sunny parapet.
31 Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there all
308 day, forgotten friendship?


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32He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
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33 smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck.
34So

34So

34So

34So
I
311 carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and
35 yet
312 the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.


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1In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower BuckBuck Mulligan's
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2 gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and
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3 revealing its yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged
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4 floor from the high barbacans⧼,⧽,: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of
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5 coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.
318


6We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan said. Haines, open that door, will you?


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7Stephen laid the shavingbowl ⧼on⧽on on the locker. A tall figure rose
8 from the
320 hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and
9 pulled open
321 the inner doors.


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10Have you the key? a voice asked.


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11 Kinch⧽Kinch Dedalus Dedalus Kinch⧽Kinch Dedalus Dedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I'm choked!


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12He howled, without looking up from the fire:


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13Kinch!


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14It's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.


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15The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had
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16 been set ajar, welcome light and cool⧽cool bright bright cool⧽cool bright bright air entered. Haines stood at
17 the
329 doorway, looking out. Stephen haledhaled his upended valise to the table
18 and sat
330 down to wait while⧽wait while wait. wait. wait while⧽wait while wait. wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the
19 dish beside him. Then
331 he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the
20 table, set them down
332 heavily and sighed with relief.


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21I'm melting, he said, as the candle remarked when .... But, hush! Not a
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22 word more on that subject! Kinch, wake up! Bread, butter, honey. honey. honey. honey.
23 Haines,
335 come in. The grub is ready. Bless OO us, O us, O OO us, O us, O Lord, and these thy
24 gifts. Where's
336 the sugar? O, jay, there's no milk.


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25Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the
26 buttercooler
honey and the
26 buttercooler
honey and the
26 buttercooler
honey and the
26 buttercooler

338 from the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.


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27What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come ⸢4[before nine.]before nine. after
28eight.
after
28eight.
4⸣
[before nine.]before nine. after
28eight.
after
28eight.


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29We can drink it black, Stephen ⸢3[said.]said. said thirstily. said thirstily. 3⸣ [said.]said. said thirstily. said thirstily. There's a lemon
30 in the
341 locker.


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31O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
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32 milk.


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33Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:


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34That woman is coming up with the milk.


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35The blessings of God on ⸢(B)[you,]you, you! you! (B)⸣ [you,]you, you! you! Buck Mulligan ⸢4[said,]said, cried, cried, 4⸣ [said,]said, cried, cried,
36 jumping up from his
347 chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in
37 the bag. Here, I
348 can't go fumbling at the damned eggs.


349
1He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three
350
2 plates, saying:


351
3In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.


352
4Haines sat down to pour out the tea.


353
5I'm giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do
354
6 make strong tea, don't you?


355
7Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old
356
8 woman's wheedling voice:


357
9When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I
358
10 makes water I makes water.


359
11By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.


360
12Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:


361
13So
I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma'am, says Mrs Cahill, God
14 send
362 you don't make them in the one pot
.


363
15He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread,
364
16 impaled on his knife.


365
17That's folk, he said veryvery earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines of
366
18 text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods⧼.⧽. of Dundrum.
367
19 Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.⸢2Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.2⸣


368
20He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting lifting lifting lifting
21 his
369 brows:


370
22Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of
371
23 in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?


372
24I doubt it, said Stephen gravely.


373
25Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons,
26 pray?


374
27I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
375
28 Mabinogion. Mother Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary
376
29 Ann.


377
30Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight.


378
31Charming! he said in a finical finical finical finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth
32 and
379 blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!


380
1Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a
381
2 hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:


382
3
For old Mary Ann

383
4
She doesn't care a damn.

384
5
But, hising up her petticoats ....


385
6He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.


386
7The doorway was darkened by an entering form.


387
8The milk, sir!


388
9Come in, ma'am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.


389
10An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.


390
11That's a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.


391
12To whom? Mulligan said, glancing at her. Ah, to be sure!


392
13Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.


393
14The islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the
394
15 collector of prepuces.


395
16How much, sir? asked the old woman.


396
17A quart, Stephen said.


397
18He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich
398
19 white milk, not hers. Old shrunken ⸢A[breasts.]breasts. paps. paps. A⸣ [breasts.]breasts. paps. paps. She poured again a
20 measureful
399 and a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning
21 world, maybe a
400 messenger. She praised the goodness of ⸢2[her]her the the 2⸣ [her]her the the milk,
22 pouring it out. Crouching
401 by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a
23 witch on her toadstool, her
402 wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs.
24 They lowed about her whom
403 they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine
25 and poor old woman, names
404 given her in old times. A wandering ⸢2[queen,]queen,
26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,

26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,

26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,

26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,
2⸣
[queen,]queen,
26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,

26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,

26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,

26woman,⧽

26woman,
crone, crone,
lowly form of an immortal
405 serving her conqueror and
27 her gay⸢2gay2⸣ betrayer, their common cuckquean,⸢2their common cuckquean,2⸣ a
406 messenger from the
28 secret morning. To serve or to upbraid, whether he whether he whether he whether he
407 could not tell:
29 but scorned to beg her favour.


408
30It is indeed, ma'am, BuckBuck Mulligan said, pouring milk into their cups.


409
31Taste it, sir, she said.


410
32He drank at her bidding.


411
33If we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat loudly,
412
34 we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Living in
413
35 a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with dust, horsedung
414
36 and consumptives' spits.


415
1Are you a medical student, sir? the old woman asked.


416
2I am, ma'am, Buck Mulligan answered.


417
3Look at that now, she said.


418
4Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice
419
5 that speaks to her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she
6 slights, to⧽slights, to slights.
420 To
slights.
420 To
slights, to⧽slights, to slights.
420 To
slights.
420 To
the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all
7 there is of her but her
421 woman's
her
421 woman's
her
421 woman's
her
421 woman's
unclean ⸢4[loins.]loins. loins, of man's flesh
8made not in God's ⸢5[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
5⸣
[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
loins, of man's flesh
8made not in God's ⸢5[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
5⸣
[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
4⸣
[loins.]loins. loins, of man's flesh
8made not in God's ⸢5[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
5⸣
[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
loins, of man's flesh
8made not in God's ⸢5[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
5⸣
[likeness.]likeness. likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
likeness, the
422serpent's prey.
And to the
9 loud voice that now bids her be silent with
423 wondering unsteady eyes.


424
10Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.


425
11Is it French you are talking, sir⧼,⧽,? the old woman said to Haines.


426
12Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.


427
13Irish, BuckBuck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?⸢(C)Is there Gaelic on you?(C)⸣


428
14I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the west,
429
15 sir?


430
16I am an Englishman, Haines answered.


431
17He's English, BuckBuck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak
18 Irish
432 in Ireland.


433
19Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I'm ashamed I don't speak
20 the
434 language myself. I'm told it's a grand language by them that knows.


435
21Grand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. ⸢2Wonderful entirely. 2⸣ Fill
22 us
436 out some more tea, Kinch. Would you like a cup, ma'am?


437
23No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the milkcan
438
24 on her forearm and about to go.


439
25Haines said to her:


440
26Have you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn't we?


441
27Stephen filled again the three cups.


442
28Bill, sir? she said, halting. Well, it's seven mornings a pint at twopence is
443
29 seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three mornings a quart
444
30 at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That's a shilling and one and two
31 is
445 two and two, sir.


446
32Buck

32Buck
Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust
447
33 thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search
448
34 his trouser pockets.


449
35Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.


450
36Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick
451
37 rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his fingers
452
38 and cried:


453
1A miracle!


454
2He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:


455
3
Ask nothing more of me, sweet.

456
4
All I can give you I give.


457
5Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.


458
6We'll owe twopence, he said.


459
7Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good morning,
460
8 sir.


461
9She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan's tender
462
10 chant:


463
11
Heart of my heart, were it more,

464
12
More would be laid at your feet.


465
13He turned to Stephen and said:


466
14Seriously, Dedalus. I'm stone⧽stone stony stony stone⧽stone stony stony . Hurry out to your school kip
15 and bring us
467 back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket.
16 Ireland expects
468 that every man this day will do his duty.


469
17That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your national
470
18 library today.


471
19Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.


472
20He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:


473
21Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?


474
22Then he said to Haines:


475
23The unclean⸢2unclean2⸣ bard makes a point of washing once a month.


476
24All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he ead ead let
25 honey
477 trickle over
let
25 honey
477 trickle over
ead ead let
25 honey
477 trickle over
let
25 honey
477 trickle over
a slice of the loaf.


478
26Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about
479
27 the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:


480
28I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.


481
29 Speaking

481
29 Speaking

481
29 Speaking

481
29 Speaking
to me. They wash and tub and scrub. An evil
30 conscience.⧽
An evil
30 conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
An evil
30 conscience.⧽
An evil
30 conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
Yet here's a spot.
⸢2They wash and tub and scrub. An evil
30 conscience.⧽
An evil
30 conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
An evil
30 conscience.⧽
An evil
30 conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
Agenbite of inwit.
482Conscience.
Yet here's a spot.2⸣


483
31That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol
32 of
484 Irish art is deuced good.


485
33Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with
486
34 warmth of tone:


487
35Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.


488
36Well, I mean it, Haines said, still speaking to Stephen. I was just thinking
489
37 of it when that poor old creature came in.


490
1Would I make any money by it? Stephen asked.


491
2Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of
492
3 the hammock, said:


493
4I don't know, I'm sure.


494
5He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen
495
6 and said with ⧼coarce⧽coarce coarse vigour:


496
7You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?


497
8Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the
498
9 milkwoman or from him. It's a toss up, I think.


499
10I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along
500
11 with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.


501
12I see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.


502
13Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.


503
14From me, Kinch, he said.


504
15In a suddenly changed tone he added:


505
16To tell you the God's truth I think you're right. Damn all else they are
506
17 good for. Why don't you play them as I do? To hell with them all. Let us get
507
18 out of the kip.


508
19He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown,
509
20 saying resignedly:


510
21Mulligan is stripped of his ⧼garment⧽garment garments.


511
22He emptied his pockets on to the table.


512
23There's your snotrag, he said.


513
24And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
514
25 chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and
515
26 rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God, we'll
516
27 simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and green boots.
517
28 Contradiction. Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself.
518
29 Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands.


519
30And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.


520
31Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the
521
32 doorway:


522
33Are you coming, you fellows?


523
34I'm ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come out,
524
35 Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose.


525
36 Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying,
37wellnigh
526with sorrow:
527
1 And going forth he met Butterly.
⸢(C) Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying,
37wellnigh
526with sorrow:
527
1 And going forth he met Butterly.(C)⸣


528
2Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out
529
3 and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and locked
530
4 it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.


531
5At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:


532
6Did you bring the key?


533
7I have it, Stephen said, preceding them.


534
8He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his
535
9 heavy bathtowel ⸢2[upreared]upreared the leader shoots of the leader shoots of 2⸣ [upreared]upreared the leader shoots of the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.


536
10Down, sir! How dare you, sir!


537
11Haines asked:


538
12Do you pay rent for this tower?


539
13Twelve quid, Buck Mulligan said.


540
14To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.


541
15They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:


542
16Rather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it?


543
17Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were on
544
18 the sea sea sea sea . But ours is the omphalos.


545
19What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.


546
20No, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I'm not equal to Thomas
547
21 Aquinas and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till I
548
22 have a few pints in me first.


549
23He turned to Stephen, saying , as he pulled down neatly the peaks of
550
24 his primrose waistcoat
, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of
550
24 his primrose waistcoat
:


551
25You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch, could you?


552
26It has waited so long, Stephen said listlessly, it can wait longer.


553
27You pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox?


554
28Pooh! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
555
29 It's quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is
556
30 Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
557
31 father.


558
32What? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself?


559
33Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending
560
34 in loose laughter, said to Stephen's ear:


561
35O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!⸢(C)Japhet in search of a father!(C)⸣


562
36We're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
563
37 rather long to tell.


564
1Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.


565
2The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.


566
3I mean to say, Haines explained to Stephen as they followed, this tower
567
4 and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. That beetles o'er
5his

5his

5his

5his

568 base into the sea, isn't it?


569
6Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen but
570
7 did not speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in
571
8 cheap dusty mourning between their gay attires.


572
9It's a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.

[5
573
10He gazed southward over the bay. ]

573
10He gazed southward over the bay.
Eyes, pale as the sea the wind
11 had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.
574 The seas' ruler, he gazed
12southward
⸢5
12southward 5⸣
over the bay, empty save for ⧼for⧽for the
575smokeplume of the
13mailboat
of the
13mailboat
vague on the bright skyline and
⸢4 ⧼for⧽for the
575smokeplume of the
13mailboat
of the
13mailboat
vague on the bright skyline and4⸣
a sail tacking
576 by the
14Muglins

14Muglins

14Muglins

14Muglins
.


577
15I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused. The
578
16 Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned atoned atoned atoned with the
17 Father.


579
18Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He
580
19 looked at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he
581
20 had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He
582
21 moved a doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and
583
22 began to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice:


584
23
I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.

585
24
My mother's a jew, my father's a bird.

586
25
With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree.

587
26
So here's to disciples and Calvary.


588
27He held up a forefinger of warning.


589
28
If anyone thinks that I amn't divine

590
29
He'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine

591
30
But have to drink water and wish it were plain

592
31
That I make when the wine becomes water again.


593
32He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running
594
33 forward to a spsp brow brow spsp brow brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like
34 fins or
595 wings of one about to rise in the air:⧽air: air, and chanted: air, and chanted: air:⧽air: air, and chanted: air, and chanted:
596


1
Goodbye, now, goodbye! Write down all I said

597
2
And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.

598
3
What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly

599
4
And Olivet's breezy – Goodbye, now, goodbye!


600
5He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering
601
6 his winglike hands⧼.⧽., leaping nimbly⧼.⧽., Mercury's hat quivering in the
7 fresh
602 wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries.


603
8Haines, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on beside Stephen
604
9 and said:


605
10We oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
606
11 believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it
607
12 somehow, doesn't it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?


608
13The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.


609
14O, Haines said, you have heard it before?


610
15Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily.


611
16You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in the
612
17 narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a
613
18 personal God.


614
19There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.


615
20Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a
616
21 green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.


617
22Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette.


618
23Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
619
24 pocket⧽pocket sidepocket sidepocket pocket⧽pocket sidepocket sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel
25 tinderbox, sprang it
620 open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming
26 spunk towards
621 Stephen in the shell of his hands.


622
27Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or you
623
28 don't, isn't it? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a personal God.
624
29 You don't stand don't stand don't stand don't stand for that, I suppose?


625
30You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example
626
31 of free thought.


627
32He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his
628
33 side. Its ferrule followed followed followed followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My
629
34 familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen⧼?⧽?! A wavering line along
35 the
630 path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants
36 that
631 key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his ⸢2[food.]food. salt bread. salt bread. 2⸣ [food.]food. salt bread. salt bread. Give
37 him the key
632 too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.


633
1After all, Haines ⸢1[began. ]began. began .... began .... 1⸣ [began. ]began. began .... began ....


634
2Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him
635
3 was not all unkind.


636
4After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your own
637
5 master, it seems to me.


638
6I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian.


639
7Italian? Haines said.


640
8A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel downdown before me.


641
9And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.


642
10Italian? Haines said again. What do you mean?


643
11The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and the
644
12 holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.


645
13Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he
646
14 spoke.


647
15I can quite understand thatthat, he said calmly. An Irishman must think
16 like
648 that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather
17 unfairly.
649 It seems history is to blame.


650
18The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory⧼,⧽, the triumph
651
19 of their brazen bells: et [5 in ] in unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam ⸢2[ ecclesiam.] ecclesiam.
20 ecclesiam:
652the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like
21his own rare thoughts, a
653chemistry of stars.

20 ecclesiam:
652the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like
21his own rare thoughts, a
653chemistry of stars.
2⸣
[ ecclesiam.] ecclesiam.
20 ecclesiam:
652the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like
21his own rare thoughts, a
653chemistry of stars.

20 ecclesiam:
652the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like
21his own rare thoughts, a
653chemistry of stars.
Symbol of the apostles in the
22 mass for pope Marcellus,
654 the voices blended, singing alone loud in
23 affirmation: and behind their
655 chant the vigilant angel of the church militant
24 disarmed and menaced her
656 heresiarchs. A horde of heresies fleeing with
25 mitres awry: Photius and the
657 brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one,
26 and Arius, warring his life
658 long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with
27 the Father, and Valentine,
659 spurning Christ's terrene body, and the subtle
28 African heresiarch Sabellius
660 who held that the Father was Himself His own
29 Son. Words Mulligan had
661 spoken a moment since in mockery to the
30 stranger. Idle mockery. The void
662 awaits surely all them that weave the
31 wind: a menace, a disarming and a
663 worsting from those embattled angels
32 of the churchof the church, Michael's host, who
664 defend her ⧼even⧽even ever in the hour of
33 conflict with their lances and their shields.


665
34Hear, hear! Prolonged applause. Zut! Nom de Dieu!


666
35Of ⧼cource⧽cource course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one.
36 I don't
667 want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either.
37 That's
668 our national problem, I'm afraid, just now.


669
1Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman,
670
2 boatman.


671
3She's making for Bullock harbour.


672
4The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.


673
5There's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that waythat way when
674
6 the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today.


675
7The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay
676
8 waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face,
677
9saltwhite. Here I am.


678
10They followed the winding path down to the creek. Buck Mulligan
679
11 stood on a stone, coatless,⧽coatless, in shirtsleeves, in shirtsleeves, coatless,⧽coatless, in shirtsleeves, in shirtsleeves, his unclippedunclipped tie rippling
12 over his shoulder.
680 A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved
13 slowly frogwise
681 his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.


682
14Is the brother with you, Malachi?


683
15Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.


684
16Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young thing
685
17 down there. Photo girl he calls her.


686
18Snapshot, eh? Brief exposure.


687
19Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up
688
20 near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones,
689
21 water glistening on his pate and on its garland garland garland garland of grey hair, water
22 rilling
690 over his chest and paunch and spilling in⧽in jets out of his black
23 sagging
691 loincloth.


692
24Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, glancing ⧼ab⧽ab
25 at
693 Haines and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnailwith his thumbnail at
26 brow
694and lips and breastbone.


695
27Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
696
28 rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.


697
29Ah, go to God! Buck Mulligan said.


698
30Going over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle ⸢1[girl? Lily.]girl? Lily.
31girl, Lily?

31girl, Lily?
1⸣
[girl? Lily.]girl? Lily.
31girl, Lily?

31girl, Lily?


699
32Yes.


700
33Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with money.


701
34Is she up the pole?


702
35Better ask Seymour that.


703
36Seymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said.


704
37He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
705
38 tritely:


706
1Redheaded women buck like goats.


2And all creation simply gloats ..⧽

2And all creation simply gloats ..


707
3He broke off in alarm, feeling his ⧼d⧽d side under his flapping shirt.


708
4My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the übermensch⧽übermensch Übermensch Übermensch übermensch⧽übermensch Übermensch Übermensch .
5 Toothless Kinch
709 and I, the supermen.


710
6He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
711
7 clothes lay.


712
8Are you going in here, Malachi?


713
9Yes. Make room in the bed , will you?⧽, will you?.. , will you?⧽, will you?..


714
10The young man shoved himself backward through the water and
715
11 reached the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down
716
12 on a stone , smoking, smoking.


717
13Are you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.


718
14Later on, Haines said. Not on my breakfast.


719
15Stephen turned away.


720
16I'm going, Mulligan, he said.


721
17Give us that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said⧼.⧽., to keep my chemise flat.


722
18Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
723
19 clothes.


724
20And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.


725
21Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing.⸢1Dressing, undressing.1⸣
726
22 Buck Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly:


727
23He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
728
24 Zarathustra.


729
25His plump body plunged.


730
26We'll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the ⸢2[path.]path.
27 path
731and smiling at wild Irish.

27 path
731and smiling at wild Irish.
2⸣
[path.]path.
27 path
731and smiling at wild Irish.

27 path
731and smiling at wild Irish.

|5 |
732
28  Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.⸢2Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.2⸣


733
29The Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.


734
30Good, Stephen said.


735
31He walked along the upwardcurving path.


736
32
|4 | Liliata rutilantium.

737
33
|4 | Turma circumdet.

738 |4 |
34
 Iubilantium te virginum. ⸢4Iubilantium te virginum. 4⸣


739
1 |4 | The priest's grey nimbus in a niche niche niche niche where he dressed
2 discreetly. [4 Jubilantium te virginum. ] Jubilantium te virginum. I will
740not sleep here tonight. Home
3 also I cannot go.


741
4A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea.
742
5 Turning the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown ⸢(C)[head]head
6head, a
743seal's,

6head, a
743seal's,
(C)⸣
[head]head
6head, a
743seal's,

6head, a
743seal's,
far out on the water, round.


744
7Usurper.


8⁂⧽

8


9