Part: I


Episode 3: Proteus



1
1Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought
2
2 through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and
3
3 seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust:
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4 coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was
5
5 aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his
6
6 sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro
7
7di color che sanno
. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane,
8 adiaphane.
8 If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a
9 door. Shut
9 your eyes and see.


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10Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and
11
11 shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time. A
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12 very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the
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13Nacheinander
. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible.
14
14 Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell
15
15 through the Nebeneinander ineluctably! I am getting on nicely in the
16 dark.
16 My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do. My two feet in
17 his
17 boots are at the ends of ⸢(C)[my two]my two his his (C)⸣ [my two]my two his his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds
18 solid⧼,⧽,: made by the
18 mallet of Los demiurgos. Am I walking into eternity
19 along Sandymount
19 strand? Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money.
20Dominie Deasy kens
20 them a'.


21
21
Won't you come to Sandymount,

22
22
Madeline the mare?


23
23Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs
24
24marching. No, agallop: deline the mare.


25
25Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I
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26 open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. ⸢1[ Basta. ] Basta. Basta! Basta! 1⸣ [ Basta. ] Basta. Basta! Basta! I will see if I
27 can see.


27
28See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world
28
29 without end.


29
1They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently,
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2 Frauenzimmer ⧼,⧽,: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet
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3 sinking in the silted sand. Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty
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4 mother. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the ⸢4[other a]other a
5other's

5other's
4⸣
[other a]other a
5other's

5other's
gamp
33 ⸢4[poking]pokingpokedpoked 4⸣ [poking]pokingpokedpoked in the beach. From the liberties, out for the
6 day. Mrs Florence
34 MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply
7 lamented, of Bride Street.
35 One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into
8 life. Creation from nothing.
36 What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a
9 trailing navelcord, hushed in
37 ruddy wool. The cords of all link back,
10 strandentwining cable of all flesh.
38 That is why mystic monks. Will you be as
11 gods? Gaze in your omphalos.
39 ⸢1[Hello.]Hello. Hello! Hello! 1⸣ [Hello.]Hello. Hello! Hello! Kinch here. Put me on to
12 Edenville. Aleph, alpha: nought, nought,
40 one.


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13Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. She had
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14 no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum,
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15 no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to
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16 everlasting. Womb of sin.


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17Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the
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18 man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her
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19 breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. From before the
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20 ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A lex eterna
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21 stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son
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22 are consubstantial? Where is poor dear⸢(2)poor dear(2)⸣ Arius to ⸢(2)[answer?]answer? try
23conclusions?
try
23conclusions?
(2)⸣
[answer?]answer? try
23conclusions?
try
23conclusions?
Warring
51 his life long upon the con­trans­mag­ni­ficand­jew­
24bang­tan­tiality. Illstarred
52heresiarch! In a Greek watercloset he breathed
25 his last: euthanasia. With
53 beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his
26 throne, widower of a
54 widowed see, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted
27hinderparts.


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28Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs. They are coming,
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29 waves. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, ⸢(2)[brightwindbridled.]brightwindbridled.
30brightwindbridled, the steeds
57of Mananaan.

30brightwindbridled, the steeds
57of Mananaan.
(2)⸣
[brightwindbridled.]brightwindbridled.
30brightwindbridled, the steeds
57of Mananaan.

30brightwindbridled, the steeds
57of Mananaan.


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31I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half
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32 twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.
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33 Yes, I must.


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34His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My
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35 consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother
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36 Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt
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1 Sally? Couldn't he ⸢(C)[strike]strike fly fly (C)⸣ [strike]strike fly fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and
2 and tell us,
65 Stephen, how is uncle Si? O, weeping God, the things I married
3into! De
66 boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his
4 brother, the
67 cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers! And skeweyed
5 Walter sirring
68 his father, no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept: and no
6 wonder, by
69Christ!


70
7I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take
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8 me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.


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9It's Stephen, sir.


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10Let him in. Let Stephen in.


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11A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.


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12We thought you were someone else.


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13In his broad bed ⸢(2)[uncle]uncle nuncle nuncle (2)⸣ [uncle]uncle nuncle nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed,
14 extends over
77 the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He
15 has washed the
78 upper moiety.


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16Morrow, nephew. Sit down and take a walk.⸢3Sit down and take a walk.3⸣


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17He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the
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18 eyes of master Goff and master Shapland⸢4Shapland4⸣ Tandy, filing consents and
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19 common searches and a writ of Duces Tecum. A bogoak frame over his bald
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20 head: Wilde's Requiescat. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
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21 Walter back.


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22Yes, sir?


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23Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she?


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24Bathing Crissie, sir.


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25Papa's little ⸢(C)[lump]lump bedpal. Lump bedpal. Lump (C)⸣ [lump]lump bedpal. Lump bedpal. Lump of love.


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26No, uncle Richie ....


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27Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It lowers.⸢(2)Damn your lithia water. It lowers.(2)⸣ Whusky!


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28Uncle Richie, really ....


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29Sit down or by the law Harry I'll knock you down.


93
30Walter squints vainly for a chair.


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31He has nothing to sit down on, sir.


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32He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
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33 Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs
97
34here. ⸢(2)[A]A The rich of a The rich of a (2)⸣ [A]A The rich of a The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the
35better.
98 We have nothing in the house but backache pills.


99
36All'erta!


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1He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. The grandest number,
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2 Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.


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3His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the⸢1the1⸣
4 air,
103 his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.


104
5This ⧼air⧽air wind is sweeter.


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6Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
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7 you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
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8 them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
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9 library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. For
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10 whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
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11 kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the
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12 moon, his eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine
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13faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Abbas father,
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14 furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Paff! Descende, calve,
15 ut
114 ne
⸢(B)[ nimium ] nimium amplius amplius (B)⸣ [ nimium ] nimium amplius amplius decalveris. A garland of grey hair on his
16 comminated head see
115 him me clambering down to the footpace
17(descende! ), clutching a
116 monstrance, basiliskeyed. Get down, baldpoll! A
18 choir gives back menace
117 and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the
19 snorted Latin of jackpriests
118 moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled
20 and gelded, fat with the fat of
119 kidneys of wheat.


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21And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating
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22 it. Dringdring! And two streets off another locking it into a pyx.
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23 Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
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24 cheek. Dringdring! Down, up, forward, back. Dan⸢(2)Dan(2)⸣ Occam thought of
25 that,
124 invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis⸢(2)hypostasis(2)⸣
26 tickled his
125 brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with
27 his second
126 bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising,
28 heard (now I
127 am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.


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29Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were
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30 awfully holy, weren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virginto the Blessed Virgin that you
31 might
130 not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that
32 the
131 ⸢(C)[buxom]buxomfubsyfubsy (C)⸣ [buxom]buxomfubsyfubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from
33 the wet street⧼:⧽:. O
132 si, certo!
Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned
34 round a squaw. More
133 tell me, more still! On the top of the Howth tram
35 alone crying to the rain:
134Naked
women! Naked women! What about that,
36 eh?


135
1What about what? What else were they invented for?


136
2Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was
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3 young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause
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4 earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the ⧼God damned⧽God damned Goddamned idiot!
5 Hray! No‐one
139 saw: tell no‐one. Books you were going to write with letters
6 for titles. Have
140 you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is
7 wonderful. O yes, W.
141 Remember your epiphanies written on green oval
8 leaves, deeply deep, copies
142 to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of
9 the world, including
143 Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a
10 few thousand years, a
144 mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay,
11 very like a whale. When
145 one reads these strange pages of one long gone one
12 feels that one is at one
146 with one who once ......


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13The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a
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14 damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the
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15 unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.
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16 Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward
151
17 sewage ⸢3[breath.]breath. breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under
18a midden
152of man's ashes.
breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under
18a midden
152of man's ashes.
3⸣
[breath.]breath. breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under
18a midden
152of man's ashes.
breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under
18a midden
152of man's ashes.
He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle
19 stood up,
153 ⸢4[pitted]pittedstoggedstogged 4⸣ [pitted]pittedstoggedstogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A
20 sentinel: isle of dreadful
154 thirst. Broken hoops on the shore; at the land a
21 maze of dark cunning nets;
155 farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and
22 on the higher beach a
156 dryingline with two crucified shirts. Ringsend:
23 wigwams of brown
157 steersmen and master mariners. Human shells.


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24He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going
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25 there? Seems not. No‐one about. He turned northeast and crossed the
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26 firmer sand towards the ⧼Pigeon house⧽Pigeon house Pigeonhouse.


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27Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?


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28C'est le pigeon, Joseph.


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29Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar
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30 MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird,
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31 he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face.
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32 Lap, lapin. He hopes to win in the gros lots. About the nature of women he
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33 read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jésus by M. Léo Taxil.
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34 Lent it to his friend.


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35C'est tordant, vous savez. Moi, je suis socialiste. Je ne crois pas en
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36l'existence de Dieu. Faut pas le dire à mon père.


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1 Il croit?


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2 Mon père, oui.


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3 Schluss. He laps.


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4My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character. I
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5 want puce gloves. You were a student, weren't you? Of what in the other
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6 devil's name? Paysayenn. P. C. N., you know: physiques, chimiques et
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7 naturelles
. Aha. Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet ⧼.⧽., fleshpots of
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8 Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone:
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9 when I was in ⸢(C)[Paris]Paris Paris, boul'Mich', Paris, boul'Mich', (C)⸣ [Paris]Paris Paris, boul'Mich', Paris, boul'Mich', I used to. Yes, used to carry
10 punched
180 tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder
11 somewhere. Justice.
181 On the night of the seventeenth of February ⸢(B)[1902]1902
121904

121904
(B)⸣
[1902]1902
121904

121904
the prisoner was seen by
182 two witnesses. Other fellow did it: other
13 me. Hat, tie, overcoat, nose. Lui,
183 c'est moi.
You seem to have enjoyed
14 yourself.


184
15Proudly walking. Whom were you trying to walk like? Forget: a
185
16 dispossessed. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the ⸢4[barrier]barrier
17bangin⧽

17bangin
banging door

17bangin⧽

17bangin
banging door
4⸣
[barrier]barrier
17bangin⧽

17bangin
banging door

17bangin⧽

17bangin
banging door

186 of the post office ⸢4[shut]shut slammed slammed 4⸣ [shut]shut slammed slammed in your face by
18 the usher. Hunger toothache.
187 Encore deux minutes. Look clock. Must get.
19 Fermé. Hired dog! Shoot him
188 to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man
20spattered walls all brass
189 buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clackclack back.
21 Not hurt? O, that's all
190 right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that's
22 all right. Shake a
191 shake. O, that's all only all right.


192
23You were going to do wonders, what? Missionary to Europe after
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24 fiery Columbanus. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt
194
25from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Euge!
⸢(2)Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt
194
25from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Euge! (2)⸣
Pretending to speak
195
26 broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the
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27 slimy pier at Newhaven. Comment? Rich booty you brought back; Le
197
28 Tutu
,
⸢(2) Le
197
28 Tutu
,(2)⸣
five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a blue
198
29 French telegram, curiosity to show:


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30Nother dying come home father.


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31The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That's why she won't.


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32
Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt

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33
And I'll tell you the reason why.

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34
She always kept things decent in

204
35
The Hannigan famileye.


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1His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows,
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2 along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled
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3 stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, on sand, on boulders. The sun is
208
4 there, the slender trees, the lemon houses.


209
5Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets. Moist pith of
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6 farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air.
211
7 Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
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8 housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
213
9 and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth
214
10 chaussons of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the pus of flan breton.
215
11 Faces of Paris men go by, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores.


216
12Noon slumbers. Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through
217
13 fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his
218
14 white. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Un demi
219
15setier!
  A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me at
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16 his beck. Il est irlandais. Hollandais? Non fromage. Deux irlandais, nous,
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17 Irlande, vous savez? Ah, oui!
She thought you wanted a cheese
18hollandais
.
⸢(2) Il est irlandais. Hollandais? Non fromage. Deux irlandais, nous,
221
17 Irlande, vous savez? Ah, oui!
She thought you wanted a cheese
18hollandais
.(2)⸣

222 Your postprandial, do you know that word? Postprandial.
19 There was a
223 fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it
20 his
224 postprandial. Well: slainte! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of
21 wined
225 breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our
22 saucestained
226 plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Of
23 Ireland, the
227 Dalcassians, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith ⸢3[now.]now.
24now, ⧼pimander⧽pimander A E, pimander,
228good shepherd of men.

24now, ⧼pimander⧽pimander A E, pimander,
228good shepherd of men.
3⸣
[now.]now.
24now, ⧼pimander⧽pimander A E, pimander,
228good shepherd of men.

24now, ⧼pimander⧽pimander A E, pimander,
228good shepherd of men.
To yoke me as his
25 yokefellow, our crimes our
229 common cause. You're your father's son. I
26know the voice.
⸢(2)You're your father's son. I
26know the voice.(2)⸣
His fustian
230 shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish
27 tassels at his secrets. M.
231Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont, know
28 what he called queen
232 Victoria? Old hag with the yellow teeth. Vieille
29 ogresse
with the dents
233 jaunes
. Maud Gonne, beautiful woman,⸢(2)beautiful woman,(2)⸣ la
30 Patrie,
la
30 Patrie,
M. Millevoye, Félix
234 Faure, know how he died? Licentious men.
31 The ⸢(2)[ froeken who rubbed his] froeken who rubbed his froeken, bonne à tout faire,
235who rubs
32male
froeken, bonne à tout faire,
235who rubs
32male
(2)⸣
[ froeken who rubbed his] froeken who rubbed his froeken, bonne à tout faire,
235who rubs
32male
froeken, bonne à tout faire,
235who rubs
32male
nakedness in the bath at Upsala. Moi faire, she ⸢3[said. Tous ]said. Tous said,
33tous
said,
33tous
3⸣
[said. Tous ]said. Tous said,
33tous
said,
33tous
les
236messieurs.
Not this monsieur, I said.⸢(2)Not this monsieur, I said.(2)⸣ Most licentious custom.
34 Bath a most
237 private thing. I wouldn't let my brother, not even my own
35 brother, most
238 lascivious thing. Green eyes, I see you. Fang, I feel.
36 Lascivious people.


239
1The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose
240
2tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw
241
3 facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
242
4 ⸢(C)[true]trueauthenticauthentic (C)⸣ [true]trueauthenticauthentic version. Got up as a young bride, man, veil,
5 orangeblossoms,
243 drove out the road to Malahide. Did, faith. Of lost leaders,
6 the betrayed,
244 wild escapes. Spurned lover, for her love he prowled⧽Spurned lover, for her love he prowled
7 Disguises, clutched at, gone, not here.


245
8Spurned lover. I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, I tell
246
9you. I'll show you my likeness one day. I was, faith. Lover, for her love he
247
10 prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his ⧼cept⧽cept sept, under the
11 walls of
248 Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them
12 upward in
249 the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry.⸢AShattered glass and toppling masonry.A⸣ In gay
13 Paree he hides, Egan
250 of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his
14 day's stations, the dim⧽dim dingy dingy dim⧽dim dingy dingy
251 printingcase, his three taverns, the ⸢(C)[lair
15in Butte Montmartre]
lair
15in Butte Montmartre
Montmartre lair Montmartre lair (C)⸣
[lair
15in Butte Montmartre]
lair
15in Butte Montmartre
Montmartre lair Montmartre lair
he sleeps short night in,
252rue de la
16Goutte‐d'Or
, damascened with flyblown faces of the gone.
253 Loveless,
17 landless, wifeless. She is quite nicey comfy without her outcast
254 man,
18 madame in rue Gît‐le‐Cœur, canary and two buck lodgers. Peachy
255
19 cheeks, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young thing's. Spurned and undespairing.
256
20 Tell Pat you saw me, won't you? ⸢(C)Tell Pat you saw me, won't you? (C)⸣ I wanted to get poor Pat a job one
21time.
⸢(2)I wanted to get poor Pat a job one
21time.(2)⸣

257 Mon fils, soldier of France. I taught him to sing The boys of
22 Kilkenny are
258 stout roaring blades
. Know that old lay? I taught Patrice that.
23 Old
259 Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. Goes like this.
24O,

260 O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by the hand.


261
25
O, O the boysof

262
26
Kilkenny ....


263
27Weak wasting hand on mine. They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not he
264
28 them. Remembering thee, O Sion.


265
29He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
266
30 boots. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of
267
31 seeds of brightness. Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship, am
32 I?
268 He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking soil.
269
33 Turn back.


270
34Turning, he scanned the shore southwd⧽southwd south, south, southwd⧽southwd south, south, his feet sinking
35 again slowly in
271 new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits.
1 Through the
272barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as
2 my feet are
273 sinking, creeping nightward⧽nightward duskward duskward nightward⧽nightward duskward duskward over the dial floor.
3 Blue dusk, nightfall, deep
274 blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait,
4 their pushedback chairs,
275 my obelisk valise, around a board of abandoned
5 platters. Who to clear it?
276 He has the key. I will not sleep there when this
6 night comes. A shut door of
277 a silent tower, entombing their blind bodies, the
7 panthersahib and his
278 pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from the
8 suck and turned
279 back by the mole of boulders. Take all, keep all. My soul
9 walks with me,
280 form of forms. So in the moon's mid watches⧽mid watches
10midwatches

10midwatches
mid watches⧽mid watches
10midwatches

10midwatches
I pace the path above the
281 rocks, in sable silvered, hearing
11 Elsinore's tempting flood.


282
12The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get
283
13 back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the
284
14 sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant ⸢(2)[by
15him.]
by
15him.
in a
285grike.
in a
285grike.
(2)⸣
[by
15him.]
by
15him.
in a
285grike.
in a
285grike.


286
16The⧽

286
16The
A A

286
16The⧽

286
16The
A A
bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on the⧽the the⧽the
17 bladderwrack.

17 bladderwrack.

17 bladderwrack.

17 bladderwrack.
Before him the
287 gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. Un coche
18ensablé
Louis Veuillot ⧼calls⧽calls called
288 Gautier's prose. These heavy sands are
19 language tide and wind have silted
289 here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead
20 builders, a warren of weasel rats.
290 Hide gold there. Try it. You have some.
21 Sands and stones. Heavy of the
291 past. Sir ⸢1[lout's ]lout's Lout's Lout's 1⸣ [lout's ]lout's Lout's Lout's toys. Mind you
22 don't get one bang on the ear. I'm the
292 bloody well giant⧽giant gigant gigant giant⧽giant gigant gigant rolls all
23 these⧽these them them these⧽these them them bloody well boulders, bones for my
293 steppingstones.
24 Feefawfum. I smell the blood od an Iridman.⧽smell the blood od an Iridman. zmellz de bloodz odz an
25Iridzman.
zmellz de bloodz odz an
25Iridzman.
smell the blood od an Iridman.⧽smell the blood od an Iridman. zmellz de bloodz odz an
25Iridzman.
zmellz de bloodz odz an
25Iridzman.


294
26A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.
295
27 Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect Respect Respect Respect his liberty. You will not be
28 master master master master of
296 others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight. From farther
29 away, walking
297 shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two. The
30 two maries. They
298 have tucked tucked tucked tucked it safe safe safe safe ⸢(B)[among]among mong mong (B)⸣ [among]among mong mong the
31 bulrushes. Peekaboo. I I I I see you. No, the dog.
299 He is running back to
32 them. Who?


300
33Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their
301
34 bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Dane Dane Dane
35 vikings,
Dane
35 vikings,
Dane Dane Dane
35 vikings,
Dane
35 vikings,
torcs
302 of tomahawks aglitter on their ⧼beasts⧽beasts breasts when Malachi
36 wore the collar of
303 gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon,
37 spouting, hobbling
304 in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city a
1 horde of jerkined
305 dwarfs, my people, with flayers' knives, running, scaling,
2 hacking in green
306 blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and slaughters.
3 Their blood is in me,
307 their lusts my waves. I moved among them on the
4 frozen Liffey, that I, a
308 changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. I spoke
5 to no‐one: none to
309 me.


310
6The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my
311
7 enemy. I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about. Terribilia meditans. A
312
8 primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you
313
9 pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders: live their lives. The Bruce's
314
10 brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false
315
11 scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and Lambert
316
12 Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers,⸢(2)with a tail of nans and sutlers,(2)⸣ a scullion crowned. All kings'
13 sons.
317 Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from drowning
14 and
318 you shake at a cur's yelping. But the courtiers who mocked Guido in
15 Or
319 san Michele were in their own house. House of ... We don't want any of
320
16 your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A boat would be
321
17 near, a lifebuoy. Natürlich, put there for you. Would you or would you
322
18 not? The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. They are
323
19 waiting for him now. The truth, spit it out. I would want to. I would try. I
324
20 am not a strong swimmer. Water cold soft. When I put my face into it in the
325
21 basin at Clongowes. Can't see! Who's behind me?⸢4Can't see! Who's behind me?4⸣ Out quickly, quickly!
326
22 Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides, sheeting the ⸢(2)[beds]beds
23lows

23lows
(2)⸣
[beds]beds
23lows

23lows
of sand
327 quickly, shellcocoacoloured? If I had land under my feet. I
24 want his life still
328 to bebe his, mine to be mine. A drowning man. His human
25 eyes scream to me
329 out of horror of his death. I ... With him together
26 down .... I could not save
330 her. Waters: bitter death: lost.


331
27A ⧼man⧽man woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.


332
28Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing
333
29 on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made off
334
30 like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a
335
31 lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
336
32 turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. On a field
337
33 tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of the tide he
338
34 halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His snout lifted barked at
339
35 the ⸢(C)[wavenoise.]wavenoise. wavenoise, herds of seamorse. wavenoise, herds of seamorse. (C)⸣ [wavenoise.]wavenoise. wavenoise, herds of seamorse. wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented
36 towards his feet, curling,
340 unfurling many crests, every ninth breaking,
37 plashing, from far, from
341 farther out, waves and waves.


342
1Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,
343
2 soused their bags⧼.⧽. and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped
344
3running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again
345
4 reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as
346
5 they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from
347
6 his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then ⸢(2)[set]set loped loped (2)⸣ [set]set loped loped
7 off at a
348 calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed,
8 stalked
349 round it, brother,brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly
9 like a dog
350 all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes
10 on the
351 ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies
11poor
⸢(C)
11poor(C)⸣

352 dogsbody's body.


353
12Tatters! Outofthat, you mongrel!


354
13The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
355
14 kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He
15 ambled⧽ambled slunk slunk ambled⧽ambled slunk slunk
356 back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the
16 mole he lolloped,⸢(2)lolloped,(2)⸣
357 dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a cocked
17 hindleg pissed against it.
358 He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg,
18 pissed quick short at an
359 unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His
19 hindpaws then
360 scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
20 Something he
361 buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
21 dabbling, delving and
362 stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand again
22 with a fury of his
363 claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
23spousebreach, vulturing the
364 dead.


365
24After he woke me last night same dream⧼.⧽. or was it? Wait. Open
366
25 hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid.⸢(2)Haroun al Raschid.(2)⸣ I am
26 almosting
367 it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had
27 he held
368 against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said.
28 In.
369 Come. Red carpet spread. You will see who.


370
29Shouldering their bags they ⸢(2)[passed.]passed. trudged, the red Egyptians. trudged, the red Egyptians. (2)⸣ [passed.]passed. trudged, the red Egyptians. trudged, the red Egyptians.
30 His blued
371 feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull ⸢(2)[red]red
31 brick

31 brick
(2)⸣
[red]red
31 brick

31 brick
muffler
372 strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she
32 followed: the ruffian
373 and his strolling ⸢3[mort⧼.⧽., spoils]mort⧼.⧽., spoils mort. Spoils mort. Spoils 3⸣ [mort⧼.⧽., spoils]mort⧼.⧽., spoils mort. Spoils mort. Spoils slung
33 at her back. Loose sand and shellgrit
374 crusted her bare feet. About her
34 windraw face hair trailed. Behind her lord,
375 his helpmate, ⸢(2)[trudging]trudging bing
35awast
bing
35awast
(2)⸣
[trudging]trudging bing
35awast
bing
35awast
to Romeville. When night hides her body's flaws
376 calling under her
36 brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired.
377 Her fancyman is
37 treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts.
378 Buss her, wap in
1rogues' rum lingo, for, O, my dimber wapping dell! A
379 shefiend's whiteness
2 under her rancid rags. Fumbally's lane that night: the
380 tanyard smells.


381
3
White thy fambles, red thy gan

382
4
And thy quarrons dainty is.

383
5
Couch a hogshead with me ⸢1[then:]then: then. then. 1⸣ [then:]then: then. then.

384
6
In the darkmans clip and kiss.


385
7Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino.
386
8 Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted.⸢3Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted.3⸣ Call away let him: thy quarrons
9 dainty
387 is
. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, ⧼r⧽r marybeads
10 jabber on
388 their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.


389
11Passing now.


390
12A side eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I
13 sit? I
391 am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun's
14 flaming
392 sword, to the west, trekking⸢(C)trekking(C)⸣ to evening lands. She trudges,
15 schlepps, trains,
393 drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in
16 her wake. Tides,
394 myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, oinopa
17 ponton
, a winedark sea.
395 Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet
18 sign calls her hour, bids
396 her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death,
19 ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te
397 veniet.
He comes, pale vampire, through
20 storm his eyes, his bat sails
398 bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's kiss.


399
21Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.
400
22 No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth's kiss.


401
23His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her
402
24moomb. Oomb, allwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath,
403
25 unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring
404
26wayawayawayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy's
405
27 letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.
406
28 Turning his back to the sun he 🕮 bent over far to a table of rock and
29 scribbled
407 words. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library counter.


408
30His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till
409
31 the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining
410
32 in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with his augur's
411
33 rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in
412
34 violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. I throw this ended
413
35 shadow from me, manshape ineluctable,⸢2manshape ineluctable,2⸣ call it back. Endless, would it be
414
36 mine, form of my form? Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will
415
1 read these written words? Signs on a white field. Somewhere to someone in
416
2 your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple
417
3 out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its
418
4 field. Hold hard. Coloured on a flat: yes, that's right. Flat I see, then think
419
5 distance, near, far, flat I see, east, back. Ah, see now! Falls back suddenly,
420
6 frozen in stereoscope. Click does the trick. You find my words .⧽ . dark. dark. .⧽ . dark. dark.
421
7 Darkness is in our souls⧼.⧽. do you not think? Flutier. Our souls,
422
8shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover
423
9 clinging, the more the more.


424
10She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the
425
11 blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of
426
12 the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she? The virgin at Hodges
427
13 Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you
428
14 were going to write. Keen glance you gave her. Hand⧽Hand Wrist Wrist Hand⧽Hand Wrist Wrist through the
15 braided
429jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson ⸢2[park,]park, park with a
16grief and kickshaws,
park with a
16grief and kickshaws,
2⸣
[park,]park, park with a
16grief and kickshaws,
park with a
16grief and kickshaws,

430 a lady of letters. Talk that to someone else, Stevie: a
17 pickmeup. Bet she
431 wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow
18 stockings, darned
432 with lumpy wool. Talk about apple dumplings, piuttosto.
19 Where are your
433 wits?


434
20Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch
435
21 me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone.
436
22 Sad too. Touch, touch me.


437
23He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the
438
24 scribbled note and pencil into a pocket, his hat tilted down on his eyes. That
439
25 is Kevin Egan's movement I made.⧽made. made, nodding for his ⸢C[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
C⸣
[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
made, nodding for his ⸢C[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
C⸣
[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
made.⧽made. made, nodding for his ⸢C[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
C⸣
[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
made, nodding for his ⸢C[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
C⸣
[nap.]nap. nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
nap,
26sabbath sleep. Et
440 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona.
Hlo! Bonjour.
27Welcome as the flowers in
441May.
⸢2
27Welcome as the flowers in
441May.2⸣
Under its leaf he watched through
28 peacocktwittering lashes the
442 southing sun. I am caught in this burning
29 scene. Pan's hour, the faunal
443 noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants,
30 milkoozing fruits, where on the
444 tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.


445
31
And no more turn aside and brood.


446
32His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs,
447
33 nebeneinander. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
448
34 foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I
449
35 dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you:
450
36 girl I knew in Paris. Tiens, quel petit pied! Staunch friend.⧽friend. friend, a
1 brother soul:
friend, a
1 brother soul:
friend.⧽friend. friend, a
1 brother soul:
friend, a
1 brother soul:

451 Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm:
2 Cranly's arm. He now
452 will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I am. All
3 or not at all.


453
4In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering
454
5 greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising, flowing. My ashplant will float away.
455
6 I shall wait. No, they will pass on, passing, 🕮 chafing against the low rocks,
456
7 swirling, passing. Better get this job over quick. Listen: a fourworded
457
8 wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Vehement breath of waters amid
458
9 seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap⧼,⧽,:
459
10 bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It flows purling, widely
460
11 flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.


461
12Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly
462
13 and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water
463
14 swaying and upturning coy silver fronds. Day by day: night by night:
464
15 lifted, flooded and let fall. Lord, they are weary; and, whispered to, they
465
16 sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves, waiting, awaiting the
466
17fullness of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. To no
467
18 end gathered; vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back: loom of
468
19 the moon. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman
469
20 shining in her ⸢3[court,]court, courts, courts, 3⸣ [court,]court, courts, courts, she draws a toil of waters.


470
21Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At one, he
471
22 said. Found drowned.⸢2Found drowned.2⸣ High water at Dublin bar. Driving before it a loose
472
23 drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. A corpse rising saltwhite
473
24 from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise⸢2a pace a pace a porpoise2⸣ landward. There
25 he
474 is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.⸢2Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.2⸣
26 We
475 have him. Easy now.


476
27Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a
477
28 spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God
478
29 becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed
479
30 mountain. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous
480
31 offal from from from from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes
32 upward the
481 stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the
33 sun.


482
34A seachange ⸢2[this.]this. this, brown eyes saltblue. this, brown eyes saltblue. 2⸣ [this.]this. this, brown eyes saltblue. this, brown eyes saltblue. Seadeath, mildest of
35 all deaths
483 known to man. Old Father Ocean.⸢2Old Father Ocean.2⸣ Prix de Paris: beware of
36 imitations. Just
484 you give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.


485
1Come. I thirst.⸢2I thirst.2⸣ Clouding over. No black clouds anywhere, are
2 there?
486 Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,
3Lucifer,
487 dico,
⸢3[ quod ] quod qui qui 3⸣ [ quod ] quod qui qui nescit occasum.
⸢2Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,
3Lucifer,
487 dico,
⸢3[ quod ] quod qui qui 3⸣ [ quod ] quod qui qui nescit occasum.2⸣
No. My cockle hat and staff
4 and hismy sandal
488 shoon. Where? To evening lands. Evening will find itself.


489
5He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
490
6 Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make their end. By
491
7 the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the glad
8 new
492 year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman
9 poet.
493Già.
For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont,
494
10 gentleman journalist. Già. My teeth are very bad. Why, I wonder. Feel.
495
11 That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a dentist, I wonder, with that
496
12 money? That one. This. Toothless Kinch, the superman. Why is that, I
497
13 wonder, or does it mean something perhaps?


498
14My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?


499
15His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn't. Better buy one.

|3 |
500
16 He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
501
17 carefully. For the rest let look who will.


502
18Behind. Perhaps there is someone.


503
19He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through
504
20 the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees,
505
21 homing, upstream,⸢2upstream,2⸣ silently moving, a silent ship.


22