Part: I


Episode 2: Nestor



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1You, Cochrane, Cochrane, Cochrane, Cochrane, what city sent for him?


2
2Tarentum, sir.


3
3Very good. Well?


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4There was a battle, sir.


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5Very good. Where?


6
6The boy's blank face asked the blank window.


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7Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not
8
8as memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of
9
9 excess. I hear the ruin of allall space, shattered glass and topplingtoppling
10 masonry,
10 and time one livid final flame. What's left us then?


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11I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C.


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12Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and ⸢1[year ]year date date 1⸣ [year ]year date date in the
13 gorescarred
13 book.


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14Yes, sir. And he said: Another victory like that and we are done for.


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15That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind.
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16 From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his
17officers
17leaned upon his spear

17leaned upon his spear
. Any general to any officers. They lend
18 ear.


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19You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?


19
20End of Pyrrhus, sir?


20
21I know, sir. Ask me, sir, Comyn said.


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22Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?


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23A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
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24 between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to
24
25 the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud that
25
26 their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road, Dalkey.


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27Pyrrhus, sir? Pyrrhus, a pier.


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28All laughed. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Armstrong looked
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29 round at his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh
29
30 more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.


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31Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book, what
31
32 is a pier.


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1A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the ⧼wav⧽wav water. Kingstown
2 pier, sir.⧽
Kingstown
2 pier, sir.
Kingstown
2 pier, sir.⧽
Kingstown
2 pier, sir.
A kind of a bridge.
33 Kingstown pier, sir.Kingstown pier, sir.


34
3Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back
35
4 bench whispered. Yes. They knew: had never learned nor ever been
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5 innocent. All. With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, ⸢4[Gertie,]Gertie,
6Gerty,

6Gerty,
4⸣
[Gertie,]Gertie,
6Gerty,

6Gerty,
Lily.
37 Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam,
7 their bracelets
38 tittering in the struggle.


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8Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge.


40
9The words troubled their gaze.


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10How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge ⸢1[goes ]goes is is 1⸣ [goes ]goes is is across a river.


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11For Haines's chapbook. No‐one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid
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12 wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
44
13 jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a
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14 clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly for
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15 the smooth caress. For them too history was aa tale like any other too
16 often
47 heard, their land a ⧼pawshop⧽pawshop pawnshop.


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17Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's handby a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius
18 Caesar
49 not been knifed to death. They are not to be thought away. Time
19 has
50 branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
51
20 possibilities they have ousted. But can can can can those have been possible seeing
21 that
52 they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?
22 Weave,
53 weaver of the wind.


54
23Tell us a story, sir.


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24O, do, sir. A ghoststory.


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25Where do you begin in this? Stephen asked, opening another book.


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26Weep no more
, Comyn said.


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27Go on then, Talbot.


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28And the story, sir?


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29After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot.


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30A swarthy swarthy swarthy swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the
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31 breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the
63
32text:


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33
Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more

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34
For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,

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35
Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ....


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1It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.
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2 Aristotle's phrase⧼.⧽. formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated out
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3 into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had
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4 read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a delicate
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5 Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains about me:
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6 under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers:⸢2under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers:2⸣ and in my mind's
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7 darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her
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8dragonscaly folds. Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.
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9 The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquility
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10 sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.


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11Talbot repeated:


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12
Through the dear might of Him that walked the ⧼wave,⧽wave, waves,

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13
Through the dear might .....


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14Turn over, Stephen said quietly. I don't see anything.


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15What, sir⧼,⧽,? Talbot asked simply, bending forward.


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16His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again,
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17 having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over
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18 these craven hearts his shadow ⸢4[lies,]lies, lies lies 4⸣ [lies,]lies, lies lies and on the scoffer's heart and
19 lips and
85 on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
20 tribute.
86 To Caesar what is Caesar's⧼.⧽., to God what is God's. A long look
21 from dark
87 eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's
22 looms. Ay.


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23
Riddle me, riddle me, randy ro.

89
24
My father gave me ⧼ceeds⧽ceeds seeds to sow.


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25Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.


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26Have I heard all? Stephen asked.


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27Yes, sir. Hockey at ten, sir.


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28Half day, sir. Thursday.


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29Who can answer a riddle? Stephen asked.


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30They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling.
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31 Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all gabbling
97
32 gaily:


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33A riddle, sir? Ask me, sir.


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34O, ask me, sir.


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1A hard one, sir.


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2This is the riddle, Stephen said:


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3
The cock crew,

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4
The sky was blue⧼,⧽,:

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5
The bells in heaven

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6
Were striking eleven.

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7
'Tis time for this poor soul

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8
To go to heaven.


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9 What is that?


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10What, sir?


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11Again, sir. We didn't hear.


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12Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence
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13Cochrane

13Cochrane

13Cochrane

13Cochrane
said:


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14What is it, sir? We give it up.


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15Stephen, his throat itching, answered:


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16The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.


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17He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
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18 echoed dismay.


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19A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:


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20 Hockey!


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21They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them.
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22 Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks
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23 and clamour of their boots and tongues.


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24Sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowly, showing an
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25 open copybook. His ⸢(B)[tangled]tangled thick thick (B)⸣ [tangled]tangled thick thick hair and scraggy neck gave
26 witness of
125 unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up
27 pleading.
126 On his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay,
28 dateshaped, recent
127 and damp as a snail's bed.


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29He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the
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30 headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature
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31 with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.


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32Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show them to
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33 you, sir.


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34Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.


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35Do you understand how to do them now? he asked.


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1Numbers eleven to fifteen, Sargent answered. Mr Deasy said I was to
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2 copy them off the board, sir.


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3Can you do them [(B)now]now yourself? Stephen asked.


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4No, sir.


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5Ugly and futile: lean neck and ⸢(B)[tangled]tangled thick thick (B)⸣ [tangled]tangled thick thick hair and a stain of
6 ink, a snail's
140 bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her ⧼arm⧽arm arms
7 and in her heart.
141 But for her the race of the world would have trampled him
8underfoot, a
142 squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood
9 drained from
143 her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His
10mother's
144prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.
⸢4His
10mother's
144prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.4⸣
She
11 was no
145 more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of
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12 rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled
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13underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul gone to heaven:
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14 and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
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15 with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the
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16 earth, listened, scraped and scraped.


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17Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
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18 algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered
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19 askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the
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20lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the [(B)hockey]hockey
21 field.


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22Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery
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23 of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands,
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24 traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from
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25 the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and
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26 movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world,
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27 a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.


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28Do you understand now? Can you work the second for yourself?


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29Yes, sir.


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30In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a
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31word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue of
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32 shame flickering behind his dull skin. Amor matris: subjective and objective
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33 genitive. With her weak blood and ⸢A[wheywhite]wheywhite wheysour wheysour A⸣ [wheywhite]wheywhite wheysour wheysour milk she
34 had⸢(C)had(C)⸣ fed him and hid
167 from sight of others his swaddlingswaddling
35swaddlingbands

35swaddlingbands
swaddlingswaddling
35swaddlingbands

35swaddlingbands
.


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36Like him was I, these sloping shoulders, this gracelessness. My
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37 childhood bends beside me. Too far for me to lay a hand [(C)of comfort]of comfort
1 there once or
170 lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent,
2stony sit in the
171 dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
3 tyranny: tyrants,
172 willing to be dethroned.


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4The sum was done.


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5 It is very simple, It is very simple, It is very simple, It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.


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6Yes, sir. Thanks, Sargent answered.


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7He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
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8 copybook back to his bench.


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9You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said as he
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10 followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.


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11Yes, sir.


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12In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playgplayg
13playfield

13playfield
playgplayg
13playfield

13playfield
.


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14Sargent!


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15Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.


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16He stood in the porch porch porch porch and watched the laggard hurry towards
17 the
185 scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife. They were sorted in
18 teams
186 and Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass ⧼on⧽on with
19 gaitered feet.
187 When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again
20 contending called to
188 him. He turned his angry white moustache.


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21What is it now? he cried continually without listening.


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22 CochraneCochrane CochraneCochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.


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23Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore
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24 order here.


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25And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
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26 cried sternly:


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27What is the matter? What is it now?


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28Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms
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29 closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed
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30 hh head head hh head head .


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31Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab drab drab drab
32 abraded
200 leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here.
33 As it was
201 in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart
34 coins, base
202 treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their spooncase
35 of purple
203 plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the
36 gentiles: world
204 without end.


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1A hasty step in⧽in over over in⧽in over over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing
2 out his
206 rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table and began to search
3 his pockets⧽
and began to search
3 his pockets
and began to search
3 his pockets⧽
and began to search
3 his pockets
.


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4First, our little financial settlement, he said.


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5He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a ⸢(C)[rubber]rubber
6leather

6leather
(C)⸣
[rubber]rubber
6leather

6leather
thong. It
209 slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of
7 joined halves, and laid
210 them carefully on the table.


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8Two, he said, strapping andstrapping and stowing his pocketbook away.


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9And now his strong room⧽strong room strongroom strongroom strong room⧽strong room strongroom strongroom for the gold. Stephen's
10 embarrassed hand
213 moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar:
11 whelks and money
214 cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an
12 emir's turban, and this,
215 the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoard,
13 dead treasure, ⧼na⧽na hollow
216 shells.


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14A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.


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15Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little box⧽ box savingsbox savingsbox box⧽ box savingsbox savingsbox about in
16 his hand.
219 These are handy things to have. See. This is for sovereigns. This is
17 for
220shillings. Sixpences, halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.


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18He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.


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19Three twelve, he said. I think you'll find that's right.


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20Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy
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21 haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.


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22 —No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.⸢(C)—No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.(C)⸣

⸢(C)[His]His
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23 Stephen's

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23 Stephen's
(C)⸣
[His]His
226
23 Stephen's

226
23 Stephen's
hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells.
24 Symbols
227 too of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket: symbols ⧼vile⧽vile
25 soiled by greed
228 and misery.


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26 Don't carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You'll pull it out somewhere and
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27 lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You'll find them very handy.


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28Answer something.


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29Mine would be often often often often empty, Stephen said.


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30The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three
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31 times now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this
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32 instant if I will.


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33Because you don't save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don't
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34 know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I
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35 have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say?
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36 Put but money in thy purse.


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1Iago, Stephen murmured.
241


2He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.


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3He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet,
4 yes,
243 but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English?
5 Do
244 you know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an
245
6 Englishman's mouth?


246
7The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it
8seems
⸢(B)it
8seems (B)⸣

247 history is to blame:⸢Ahistory is to blame:A⸣ on me and on my words, unhating.


248
9That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.


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10Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that.


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11He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail.


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12I will tell you, he said solemnlysolemnly, what is his proudest boast. I paid my
13 way.


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14 ⸢A[Quite right. Quite right.]Quite right. Quite right. Good man, good man. Good man, good man. A⸣ [Quite right. Quite right.]Quite right. Quite right. Good man, good man. Good man, good man.


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15 I paid my way. I never borrowed a shilling in my life. Can you feel that? I
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16 owe nothing.
Can you?


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17Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ⸢(C)one pair brogues, (C)⸣
18ties.
256 Curran, ten guineas. McCann, one guinea. Fred Ryan, two shillings.
257
19 Temple, two lunches. Russell, one guinea, Cousins, ten shillings, Bob
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20 Reynolds, half a guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five
259
21 weeks' board. The lump I have is useless.


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22For the moment, no, Stephen answered.


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23Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.


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24I knew you couldn't, he said joyously. But one day you must feel it. We
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25 are a generous people but we must also be just.


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26I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.


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27Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments ⧼at⧽at over the mantelpiece
28 at
266 the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs filibegs filibegs filibegs : Albert Edward,
29prince of
267 Wales.


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30You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I
269
31 saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine in
32'46
in
32'46
.
270 Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union
33 twenty
271 years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your
34 communion
272 denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some
35 things.


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36 Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
274
37Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked
1and
275armed, the planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible.
276
2Croppies lie down.
⸢(2)Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
274
37Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked
1and
275armed, the planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible.
276
2Croppies lie down.(2)⸣


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3Stephen sketched a brief gesture.


278
4I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But⸢(C)But(C)⸣
5 I
279 am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted ⸢(C)[against]against for for (C)⸣ [against]against for for the
6 union. We are all
280 Irish , all kings' sons, all kings' sons.


281
7Alas, Stephen said.


282
8Per vias rectas
, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted ⸢(C)[against]against
9for

9for
(C)⸣
[against]against
9for

9for
it and
283 put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down
10 to do so.


284
11
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|1 |
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12
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13 A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir
14John!
287 Soft day, your honour! .... Day! .... Day! .... Two topboots jog
15 dangling on
288 to Dublin. ⸢1[Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐ra. Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐raddy. ]Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐ra. Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐raddy. Lal
16the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.
Lal
16the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.
1⸣
[Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐ra. Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐raddy. ]Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐ra. Lal‐the‐ral‐the‐raddy. Lal
16the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.
Lal
16the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.


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17That reminds me, Mr Deasy said. You can do me a favour, Mr Dedalus,
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18 with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press. Sit
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19 down a moment. I have just to copy the end.


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20He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
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21 read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.


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22Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, the dictates of common
295
23 sense
. Just a moment.


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24He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his
297
25 elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard
298
26 slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.


299
27Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence.
300
28 Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their
301
29 meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of
302
30 Westminster's Shotover, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris,
303
31 ⧼1966.⧽1966. 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their ⸢1[speeds]speeds
32 speeds, backing
304king's colours,

32 speeds, backing
304king's colours,
1⸣
[speeds]speeds
32 speeds, backing
304king's colours,

32 speeds, backing
304king's colours,
and shouted with the shouts of
33 vanished crowds.


305
1Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
306 all
2 important
all
2 important
allimportant question ....


307
3Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among
308
4 the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches⸢(2)on their pitches(2)⸣ and
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5 reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. ⸢3[Even money Fair Rebel:]Even money Fair Rebel: Fair
6 Rebel! Fair Rebel!
Even
310money the favourite:
Fair
6 Rebel! Fair Rebel!
Even
310money the favourite:
3⸣
[Even money Fair Rebel:]Even money Fair Rebel: Fair
6 Rebel! Fair Rebel!
Even
310money the favourite:
Fair
6 Rebel! Fair Rebel!
Even
310money the favourite:
ten to one the field. The
7 dicers⧽
The
7 dicers
Dicers Dicers
The
7 dicers⧽
The
7 dicers
Dicers Dicers
and thimbleriggers we
311 hurried by after the hoofs, the vying
8 caps and jackets and past the
312 meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame,
9 nuzzling thirstily her clove clove clove clove of orange.


313
10Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle.


314
11Again: a goal. I am among them⧼.⧽., among their battling bodies in
12 the⧽the a a the⧽the a a
315 medley, the joust of life. You mean that young young knockkneed
13 mother's darling
knockkneed
13 mother's darling
young young knockkneed
13 mother's darling
knockkneed
13 mother's darling
who
316 seems to be slightly crawsick? Jousts. Time shocked
14 rebounds, shock by
317 shock. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen
15 deathspew of the slain,
318 spear spear a shout of spearspikes a shout of spearspikes spear spear a shout of spearspikes a shout of spearspikes baited with
16 men's bloodied guts.


319
17Now then, Mr Deasy said, rising.


320
18He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.


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19I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It's about the foot
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20 and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two opinions on
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21 the matter.


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22May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of laissez faire
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23 which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. Going the⧽Going the The The Going the⧽Going the The The way of
24 all our old
326 industries. Liverpool ring which jockeyed jockeyed jockeyed jockeyed the Galway
25 harbour scheme.
327 European conflagration. Grain supplies through the
26 narrow waters of the
328 channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the ⸢A[board]board
27 department

27 department
A⸣
[board]board
27 department

27 department
of
329agriculture. Pardoned a classical allusion.
28 Cassandra. By a woman who
330 was no better than she should be. To come to
29 the point at issue.


331
30I don't mince words, do I? Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.


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31Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch's preparation. Serum and
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32 virus. Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor's horses at
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33 Mürzsteg, lower Austria. Veterinary surgeons. Mr Henry Blackwood Price.
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34 Courteous offer a fair trial. Dictates of common sense. Allimportant
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35 question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking
337
36 you for thethe hospitality of your columns.

🕮
338
1 —I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said. You will see at the
2 next
339 outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. And it can be cured.
3 It is
340 cured. My cousin, Blackwood Price, writes to me it is regularly treated
4 and
341 cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They offer to come over here.
5 I am
342 trying to work up influence with the ⸢A[board.]board. department. department. A⸣ [board.]board. department. department. Now
6 I'm going to try
343 publicity. I am surrounded by difficulties, by .... intrigues
7 by ..... backstairs
344influence by .....
⸢1backstairs
344influence by .....1⸣


345
8He raised his forefinger and beat the air ly⧽ ly oldly oldly ly⧽ ly oldly oldly before his voice
9 spoke.


346
10Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
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11 jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the
12 signs
348 of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's
13 vital
349 strength. I have seen it coming these these these these years. And now it has
14 come.⧽
And now it has
14 come.
And now it has
14 come.⧽
And now it has
14 come.
As sure as we are standing here
350 the jew merchants are already at
15 their work of destruction. Old England is
351 dying.


352
16He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue blue blue blue life as they
17 passed a
353 broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.


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18Dying, he said again⧼.⧽., if not dead by now.


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19
The harlot's cry from street to street

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20
Shall weave old England's windingsheet.


357
21His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam⧼.⧽. in
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22 which he halted.


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23A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or
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24 gentile, is he not?


361
25They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see the
362
26 darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the earth to
363
27 this day.


364
28On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting
365
29 prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed
30 loud
366uncouth,

366uncouth,
about the temple, their heads thickplotting thickplotting thickplotting thickplotting under
31 maladroit maladroit maladroit maladroit silk
367 hats. Not theirs: these these these these clothes, this this this this speech,
32 these these these these gestures. Their full slow
368 eyes belied the the the the words, the the the the
33 gestures eager and unoffending , but, but knew the
369 rancours massed about
34 them and knew their zeal zeal zeal zeal was vain. Vain patience to to to to
370 heap and
35 hoard wt time scatterhoard wt time scatter hoard. Time surely would scatter all. hoard. Time surely would scatter all. hoard wt time scatterhoard wt time scatter hoard. Time surely would scatter all. hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A
1 hoard heaped by the
371 roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew
2their years of
372 wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.


373
3Who has not? Stephen said.


374
4What do you mean⧼,⧽,? Mr Deasy asked.


375
5He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
376
6 sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.


377
7History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.


378
8From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal.
379
9 What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?⸢CWhat if that nightmare gave you a back kick?C⸣


380
10The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human
381
11 history moves towards moves towards moves towards moves towards one great goal goal goal goal , the manifestation of
12 God. 🕮
382


13Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:


383
14That is God.


384
15Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!


385
16What? Mr Deasy asked.


386
17A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.


387
18Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose
388
19 captive tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them
20 free.


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21I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and
390
22 many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no
391
23 better than she should be , Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus,, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ⸢(B)[the
24Greeks made ten years'ten years' ]
the
24Greeks made ten years'ten years'
ten years
392the Greeks made
ten years
392the Greeks made
(B)⸣
[the
24Greeks made ten years'ten years' ]
the
24Greeks made ten years'ten years'
ten years
392the Greeks made
ten years
392the Greeks made
war on Troy. A
25 faithless wife first brought the strangers to
393 our shore here, ⸢1[O'Rourke's]O'Rourke's
26MacMurrough's

26MacMurrough's
1⸣
[O'Rourke's]O'Rourke's
26MacMurrough's

26MacMurrough's
⸢(B)[wife.]wife. ⸢1[wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, 1⸣ [wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke,
27prince of
394Breffni.
⸢1[wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, 1⸣ [wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke,
27prince of
394Breffni.
(B)⸣
[wife.]wife. ⸢1[wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, 1⸣ [wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke,
27prince of
394Breffni.
⸢1[wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, 1⸣ [wife,]wife, wife and her leman, O'Rourke, wife and her leman, O'Rourke,
27prince of
394Breffni.
A woman too brought Parnell low.A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors,
28 many failures but
395 not the one sin. I am a struggler now now now now at the end of
29 my days. But I will fight
396 for the right till the end.


397
30
For Ulster will fight

398
31
And Ulster will be right.
399


32Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.


400
33Well, sir, he ⸢1[began.]began. began ..... began ..... 1⸣ [began.]began. began ..... began .....


401
34I foresee, Mr Deasy said, that you will not remain here very long at this
402
35 work. You were not born to be a teacher, I think. Perhaps I am wrong.


403
1A learner rather, Stephen said.
404


2And here what will you learn more?


405
3Mr Deasy shook his head.


406
4Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great
407
5 teacher.


408
6Stephen rustled the sheets again.
409


7As regards these, he ⸢1[began.]began. began ..... began ..... 1⸣ [began.]began. began ..... began .....


410
8Yes, Mr Deasy said. You You You You have two copies therethere. If you can
9 have them
411 published at once.


412
10Telegraph. Irish Homestead.


413
11I will try, Stephen said, and let you know tomorrow. I know two editors
414
12 slightly.


415
13That will do, Mr Deasy said brisklybriskly. I wrote last night to Mr Field.⧽Field.
14Field, M. P.

14Field, M. P.
Field.⧽Field.
14Field, M. P.

14Field, M. P.

416 There is a meeting of the ⸢1[cattle trade]cattle trade cattletraders' cattletraders' 1⸣ [cattle trade]cattle trade cattletraders' cattletraders'
15 association today at the City Arms
417hotel. I asked him to lay my letter
16 before the meeting. You see if you can get
418 it ⧼in⧽in into your two papers. What
17 are they?


419
18The Evening Telegraph .....


420
19That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to
421
20 answer that letter from my cousin.


422
21Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket. Thank
423
22 you.


424
23Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like to
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24 break a lance with you , old as I am, old as I am.


426
25Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.


427
26He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the
428
27 trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield. The
429
28 lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate: toothless
430
29 terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub me dub me dub me dub me a new
30name
431 for me⧽for me for me⧽for me : the bullockbefriending bard.


432
31Mr Dedalus!


433
32Running after me. No more letters, I hope.


434
33Just one moment.


435
34Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.


436
35Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.


437
36I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, k k they say they say k k they say they say , has the honour
37 of being
438 the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know
38 that? No.
439 And do you know why?


440
1He frowned sternly on the bright air.

440
1He frowned sternly on the bright air.


441
2Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.


442
3 She⧽SheBecause she Because she She⧽SheBecause she Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.


443
4A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
444
5 rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing and⧽coughing and
6coughing,

6coughing,
coughing and⧽coughing and
6coughing,

6coughing,
laughing, his
445 lifted arms waving in⧽in to to in⧽in to to the air.


446
7She never let them in, he cried againagain through his laughter again⧽again again⧽again as he
8 d⧽ d stamped stamped d⧽ d stamped stamped
447 on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.


448
9On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork checkerwork checkerwork checkerwork of leaves the
10 sun
449 ⧼s⧽s flung spangles, dancing coins.


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